The Old Armour Still Speaks
Some warbands try to forget where they came from.
This one doesn’t.
Before the Butcher’s Nails and Skalathrax The World Eaters were a proud, disciplined Legion, with values of brotherhood and loyalty.
Now there’s only rage, which has burned memories, reasons, even identity. What’s left is violence, ritual, and a blood flow for Khorne that never ends.
What you’ll see below is a World Eaters Army painted in the colours of their Legion days: white and blue, with just enough red to remind you what came next.
World Eaters Army Showcase - The Old Colors, The New Rage
Angron and the Daemon Prince - Echoes of the Legion Before the Fall
Angron was never meant to kneel. He was taken from the killing pits of Nuceria, chained by fate and flesh, and thrown into a war he didn’t ask for. The Butcher’s Nails broke what little mercy he had left.
Now, as a Daemon Primarch, he leads the armies of Chaos with hatred – but buried under the wrath is a tragedy no god ever tried to fix.
The Daemon Prince beside him serves as a reminder: in this Legion, the path to glory always ends in damnation.
Khârn the Betrayer and the Master of Executions - Oaths Broken, Origins Remembered
Khârn stood beside Angron before the Heresy – a warrior of unmatched skill and loyalty. But loyalty doesn’t survive long under Khorne. At Skalathrax, he broke the Legion with his axe, and the World Eaters were never the same.
The Master of Executions is a symbol of that fracture. Together, they reflect a truth most refuse to face: the line between power giving rituals and endless madness was crossed a long time ago.
Lord Invocatus and the Juggernaut Lord - Shock Cavalry of the World Eaters Army
Lord Invocatus represents what little remains of identity in a Legion consumed by rage. Unlike most warlords, he still carries a name and a sense of purpose beyond blind slaughter.
The Juggernaut Lord stands on the opposite end. No title, no story. His presence says what the World Eaters became after Skalathrax: stripped of names, ranks and brotherhood, defined only by power.
Khorne Berzerkers - The Red Tide in Legion Form
They were once proud Legionnaires, loyal and proud. But that was before Angron and before the Nails. Now, the Berzerkers are the product of a legion that gave up everything for rage.
They don’t remember what they fought for ten thousand years ago, only that Khorne demands blood, and they still answer.
Eightbounds - World Eaters Army Daemons
The Eightbound are Marines who willingly let eight daemons enter into their bodies and minds. Most don’t survive. Those who do are no longer Astartes in any real sense.
Some, called Exalted Eightbound, manage to seize control over the monsters inside. But the line between the two is thin. The result is the same: twisted forms, broken minds, and a presence that unsettles even other warband members.
Jakhals - The Mortals Who Follow a Legion’s Shadow
Jakhals aren’t Astartes, but they act like they belong. Fanatics, outcasts, and madmen drawn to the promise of bloodshed.
Their loyalty isn’t earned, but rather it’s infected. In every warband, they remind the galaxy that Khorne doesn’t need perfection. He needs offerings in blood.
Painting Is a Ritual - Let Us Honour It
The World Eaters lost everything: names, purpose, even their brotherhood. But this army brings back something almost forgotten. The colors they wore before the fall. The Legion they once were.
If you want your World Eaters to feel like more than just miniatures, we’ll make it happen. The paint can carry story, history, and the weight of what your warband has become.
We know how to bring that all out!
Message us, and we’ll paint it like it matters.
