|Battle Cry||"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"|
|Original Name||War Hounds|
|Original Homeworld||Bodt (primary muster site), in no way Angron's homeworld of Nuceria|
|Current Homeworld||Hell if we know (emphasis on 'hell')|
|Champion||Kharn the Betrayer|
|Strength||More than you would expect|
|Specialty||Berserkers, close combat, mass charges|
|Colours||Blood red and brass (formerly blue and white)|
The World Eaters, worshipping Khorne, are the canon Angry Marines without the infantilism, a Chaos Legion (or rather a collection of various warbands that all share kinship in that legion) dedicated entirely to the principle of rage. Their Primarch's name is a pun on the fact that they're so damn angry (Angron). They use any kind of ECKSBAWKS HUEG melee weapon capable of putting Terminator armor to shame, a pistol, their Berzerker-styled power armor and Khorne's everlasting rage, which turns them angry beyond all reason that they simply refuse to run away when spilling blood for the blood god, even if they're hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned by 100-1. It is unknown who pilots their tanks but they still have transports; it is very unlikely that the Khornate marines are driving their vehicles like their loyalist counterparts; as with their anger they will most probably use a Rhino as a makeshift powerfist instead of a transport and if somehow made to use a Rhino, they'll probably end up killing the driver and tear their way out of the vehicle onto the battlefield. ("We need a new driver, this one is dead!")
Even as a baby, Angron didn't take any shit. The Eldar used their psychic powers to look into the future, and saw that if Angron ever grew to be a man, he would spend his whole life slaying faggots. 24/7, nonstop, all the fucking time. So the Eldar sent a contingent elite Eldar warriors to kill him. But Angron tore their fucking eye balls out so they couldn't see, then he ripped their fucking legs off so they couldn't run away, and he killed them all with his dick. When Khorne saw how mighty the slaughter was, he approved. But Angron was not yet ready to fulfill his destiny. Also, keep in mind that Angron was only a kid when he did this. This really speaks volumes about his combat skills and the Eldar's hilarious ineptitude in combat.
So he was in a city called Desh'ea, on a technologically advanced planet called Nuceria, which was run by a bunch of fat fucks whose only purpose in life was to build armies of cyborg warriors and watch them kill each other, using a particularly nasty piece of archaeotech called the "Butcher's Nails" to make them unable to feel any pleasure outside of killing people. Cool hobby. But they fucked up when they recruited Angron for their cyborg army. First he went all Conan the Barbarian on the other cyborg guys. Then word got out that there was a new fucking sheriff in town. Fools started to defect, and pretty soon Angron had his own cyborg army ready to take over the whole planet. They started killing every warlord and their armies in sight non-stop, but eventually, Angron and his merry band of warriors faced against a combined army of 7 warlords. They were readying themselves for their inevitable deaths because they were already outnumbered and outgunned, when the Emperor came down and talk to Angron, promising him an army of his own and a life of eternal war for humanity.
But then, Angron said: "Fuck that shit I'm taking care of business." And because the Emperor didn't really like taking no for an answer, he forcefully beamed up Angron into his ship, just before the final assault, which naturally pissed off Angron to levels unseen since Khorne threw Skarbrand out of his Brass citadel because he didn't die along with his soldiers, thus earning an honorable death. This made Angron develop an ever lasting hatred of his father that would eventually come back to bite him in his divine ass.
Much later when Angron was about to be presented to the Astartes legion he was going to command, he was still burning with inhuman (even for Astartes standards) raeg about the Emprah's dick move in trying to recruit him, thus was ultimately reluctant to command the then War Hounds legion, instead preferring to simply split open any unlucky sod that happens to be within visual range of him. The Emperor, then gathered the War Hounds' Captains and commanded them to persuade their father to be their leader without laying a hand on him. You can pretty much imagine the results; Angron killed every Captain that tried to negotiate with him, up-until he got to Captain Kharn, who somehow managed to talk him down and get him to assume the title of being the Primarch of the War Hounds, which he subsequently renamed the "World Eaters". Kharn would then eventually go on to be Angron's "cool head", assuming the rank of Angron's personal equerry, even after receiving the mental upgrades that turned the World Eaters into being more bloodthirsty than they already were. Seriously, a hell of a guy that Kharn.
First stop was this planet they were supposed to help conquer with the Luna Wolves and the Ultramarines. Angron could have sent his lowliest recruit to ace that whole fucking planet one handed, but he decided to play it cool instead. He let the other Primarchs mess around with "tactics" or whatever for two whole minutes before he raged the fuck out and unleashed his unstoppable legion of axe-murdering bad asses. The Luna Wolves and Ultramarines knew shit had hit the fan, and went and hid behind a rock or something while Angron's chosen took care of business. When they were finished cowering in fear they looked around them, and all they saw was an ocean of blood and a mountain of hacked-up faggot corpses. They all started to puke and barf because they were so terrified. Then they ran off to their emperor and started bitching and moaning about how Angron and his World Eaters had fucked shit up too hard. Then the Emperor said to Angron "hey you're not supposed to do that. I thought I told you. Gosh." Angron was about to go totally sick house and rip the Emperor's fucking arms off, then beat him to death with his own arms while he screamed and twitched in a pool of his own blood, when the Emperor suddenly remembered he had left his stove on or something and had to leave.
Before they were reunited with their Primarch, Angron, they were known as the War Hounds. When they were reunited with their Primarch, they changed their name to the World Eaters, the 12th Legion reunited. Angron added copies of the Butcher's Nails to new recruits, removing their ability to feel or care about fear, but increased their aggression to large amounts. Only the few psykers still in the legion were not implanted, and even then this was only because the implants malfunctioned when implanted in a psyker, killing him in the process. The Emperor banned this practice when the World Eaters exterminated all life on a planet in one night. (As it turned out, the implants were reacting abnormally to Angron's physiology; the Adeptus Mechanicus predicted that they would kill Angron before the end of the Great Crusade. After numerous attempts at removing them from other World Eaters resulted in the death of the subjects, the Emperor wisely decided to hide this from Angron and his legion. Not one of his better ideas.) Horus, seeking to turn the Primarchs to his cause, didn't have to do much to get Angron to side with him, as all it took was to tell him that the Emperor was weak and to appeal to his martial pride. They were on Isstvan III, and Isstvan V, where Horus led the loyalists into a trap. Lorgar later brought the World Eaters back to Nuceria during his Shadow Crusade alongside his own Word Bearers, ostensibly to find any information about how keep Angron from being killed by his implants. In reality, Lorgar knew that when Angron learned that his former masters claimed that he had fled from battle, the resulting rage produced by Angron (and the World Eaters' subsequent annihilation of all life on Nuceria) would allow Lorgar to perform a ritual that would turn Angron into a Daemon Prince while also generating a warpstorm large enough to completely cut off Ultramar from the rest of the Imperium. When the Legions of Horus attacked the Imperial Palace, the World Eaters were at the forefront of the Chaos Marines, seeping into the breach and killing the most inside the palace. Sadly, they lost when Horus was killed aboard his flagship, and the World Eaters with Angron fled to the Eye of Terror.
World Eaters Schism and Khârn
A hell of a guy by the name of Kharn comes from this Legion. Hell of a guy that Kharn is...even if he single handily split his legion into countless warbands.
The World Eaters are not organized anymore (at least no more than any other Chaos Legion), as Kharn separated the Legion on Scalathrax when the World Eaters were kicking the Emperor's Children's asses. Kharn got pissed off at his fellow Legionnaires for taking shelter from the Ice Cold Darkness, because the cold stuff on Scalathrax would freeze you to death. Kharn took a flamer and torched everyone's shelters and started killing everything in sight, while his fellow brothers fought for whatever shelters were left, even after kicking the Emperor's Children's asses off the planet. The World Eaters are now fractured into Warbands, who sell their services to other Chaos Armies for the lulz.
World Eaters use the most used catch phrase in 40k next to "WAAAAAAAAGH!!!!" or something for the Emperor. They scream BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD in combat, while taking skulls for the skull throne. It is unknown what they scream while taking blood for the blood god, but it is probably SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE. Luckily the two activities are rather interchangeable, but at home life gets rather confusing as they bellow UNBLOCK THE TOILET while filling out their tax returns.
- Cerberus Insurrection, where the legion engaged a manly duel with Thunder Warriors escapees, showing them the true power of rage(despite losing 4 to 5 for each warriors). (Pre-Heresy)
- The Cleansing of Arrigata (Pre-Heresy campaign. This was noteworthy in that the World Eaters slaughtered the entire world's population in a single day.)
- Beat the shit out of the Space Wolves when they were asked to come with them to get "Help by some doctors to make them not crazy anymore" (Pre-Heresy)
- Isstvan III
- Isstvan V
- Siege of the Emperor's Palace
- Most of Failbaddon's Black Crusades
- Cholercaust Blood Crusade - The World Eaters and Khornate followers in general curb-stomp the Imperium into the ground, until they're turned back by the fucking Legion of the Damned because GW loves its stagnation and if they continued on they would have gotten to Terra and killed the Great Vegetable. But they're still rampaging around Imperial space so all the Imperials got was a Pyrrhic victory. This is also clear evidence that Khornates are the only Chaos Worshipers who get shit done.
- Doombreed's actually successful black crusade.
- Angron's Dominion of Fire campaign, where 50,000 World Eaters and Angron wasted over 70 Imperial Sectors in two Centuries. That's 2.85 sectors every years...which means that Khorne must have blessed Angron with extra heroin-induced RAEG to get shit done this quickly.
- First war of Armageddon
General need to know information
The World Eaters are all Berserkers according to the flop of a codex that is Chaos Space Marines 4.0, thanks to the partial lobotomization. They use Chain Axes, which are just close combat weapons to 4.0 now, and used to be some of the most brutal hand to hand units in the game, but lost their feel no pain, and have to be mechanized or they won't be effective. For Lords, the mark of Khorne with wings turn them into the best Lords available to use, mainly with a Daemon weapon or with Dual Lightning Claws. However, because GW sucks at maintaining army lists besides Codex: Ultramarines, everyone will try to argue with you that two Lash Princes are the optimal choice to take. Also, the World Eaters killed all their Librarians and Sorcerers in the name of Khorne.
The Helmets that Berserkers wear, are representations of the Khorne Skull icon, or the mark of Khorne. It's like a cool stylized eight thing. Khorne's favorite number is eight, so every Khornate Warband transfigures it's marines into squads of 8 and it's multiples. Scary shit. But it also proves that World Eaters are just big nerds with rage, because they can do on-the-spot mathematics in the middle of a combat scenario just so they can make sure they do everything in multiples (or factors) of eight. Bet the Loyalists can't do that. Bet the Blood Angels with THEIR prissy version of RAEG can't do that. Thus it is proved that Zerkers are smart and can drive tanks.
Ruthless, manly, bloody, and awesome. They are the most angry and brutal Space Marines out there, even if their latest rules suck. Imperial equivalents are the Space Wolves. Primarily due to the fact that they both act and fight the exact same way. For added lulz, whenever a Space Marine becomes a renegade and worships Khorne, nine out of ten times, that Space Marine will be a Space Wolf. This is due to the fact that in Warhammer Fantasy Battle, Khorne is worshiped by Vikings.
It is also worth noticing that World Eaters and Space Wolves are the only marines in Warhammer inspired by Scandinavians, as Black Library has shown us. This is due to how World Eaters tend to get their names from towns in Scandinavia. For example, Skane the Destroyer (Skåne is a county in southern Sweden). Grunnar (who is of Jermanic descent), Hrothqar Furor (one letter off "Hrothgar", for you filthy heretics who never read Beowulf) and Kunnar (one letter off "Gunnar"!)
The World Eaters Pre-Heresy colour scheme was white and blue, both colors which believe it or not in many cultures ironically stand for calmness (blue) and purity (white), white being cultural and blue being a biological human reaction (since most shades of blue have been scientifically proven to calm and relax the human mind). Blue and white are also the colours of the Finnish flag, so yeah.
However in Japan and other Asian cultures White stands for death, and often bloody death, as the white brings out the color red.
In Turkic (whom, depending on your interpretation, may technically count as Europeans) culture however, red is the colour of rage and anger, which is why the Turkic god of war, Kyazaghan, rides a red horse. White is, however, the colour of wisdom and forbearance, which is why the god of wisdom rides a white horse.
While most World Eaters repainted their armour after embracing Khorne (what with the bronze trim), according to fluff, some World Eaters never repainted their armor, the red is simply layers of dry blood.