"In the bleak darkness of the distant future, there is only war." In a world where violence and heresy are hidden everywhere, while Humanity keeps itself alive under the iron heel of an intergalactic dictatorship, a thousand threats loomed on the horizon. Hordes of aliens, armed with warriors of Chaos, and the endless expanse of the cosmos are the setting within which Warhammer 40,000, the luckiest of the Games Workshop products released in 1987 and now symbol of the entire genre of miniature battles, takes shape. Build an army and battle in alien landscapes, in full knowledge that the only thing to expect after the massacre will be just more blood.
Buried in the decadent rubble of imperial civilization, strange cults meander in the shadows. Responding to a distant and terrible cosmic call, the Genestealer Cults raised out of nowhere a religion of mutants and death. The predators of the hive cities, the infiltrates in everyday society, the invisible lords of blood and propaganda, encircle the Imperium in a grip of terror, waiting for the large living fleet of the Tyranids to devour them. Enter the ranks of these anarchy agents, and prepare for the inevitable arrival of the Great Devourer.