He cut down those who tried to stop him and marched into the gloom, consuming the city in flames as he went and slaughtering all that he found, friend or foe.Īnarchy engulfed the World Eaters as they fell upon each other, and the Legion was irrevocably split into hundreds of individual warbands. Khârn cursed his fellow warriors for failing in the attack and, seizing a Flamer, he torched the nearest buildings in a gesture of contempt. Yet the World Eaters could gain no ground against their foes and were hurled back time after time by the devastating Sonic Weapons of the Noise Marines. The battle had to be won before Skalathrax's long, frozen night drew in and killed victor and vanquished alike. Fighting against the Emperor's Children, the World Eaters needed just one more victory over Fulgrim's warriors before the planet could be claimed in Khorne's name. Khârn is called the Betrayer because of an incident on the Daemon World of Skalathrax. Since the end of the Horus Heresy, Khârn has been an unstoppable and bloody avatar of Khorne. Whether Khorne had breathed life back into his Berzerker Champion or Khârn's own relentless spirit simply refused to leave, it is impossible to say, but he benefits from the supernatural protection of his murderous deity to this day. Once aboard, they discovered that Khârn still lived. His fellow World Eaters carried away his lifeless remains and fought their way back to their dropships. When Horus was defeated, Khârn already lay horribly mangled upon a mound of corpses. During the Siege of Terra, Khârn was at the forefront of the assault. When the Horus Heresy came, Khârn gladly led his warriors against his brother Space Marines, and his number of kills reached shocking new levels as he followed his master Angron along the road to the attack on Terra itself. Even during the Great Crusade, when he fought in the vanguard of the World Eaters Legion's assault companies, Khârn was known to be a brilliant warrior. He is drawn by the scent of war as a hungering hound is drawn by fresh meat, and it has become impossible to tally his slaying.
Khârn has dedicated his millennia-long existence to unleashing bloody carnage upon anyone and anything within reach. His love of murder was so great that Khârn actually had an ancient death-counter installed in his helmet which registers the number of kills he has made in the helm's eye lenses.
Like his World Eaters comrades, he emerged from the gruesome psycho-surgery experiments of Angron, having underwent ritual lobotomisation with the implantation of the Butcher's Nails cranial implants, with all sense of fear and danger removed so that the rush he experienced in combat was greatly enhanced. He is the avatar of Khorne, embodying the Blood God's indiscriminate rage and bloodlust in the realm of mortals. Rimmed with the unbreakable teeth of a Mica Dragon, this fell weapon continually rises and falls as it severs heads and claims skulls. In battle Khârn is always where the fighting is at its thickest, wielding his heavy chainaxe Gorechild (which, along with its twin Gorefather, was wielded by Angron during the Horus Heresy). Second only to the World Eaters Daemon Primarch Angron in aggression and bloodlust, Khârn has lived a life of murder and betrayal, the blood spilt and skulls collected for his patron beyond counting. He currently leads his own World Eaters warband called the Butcherhorde. Khârn the Betrayer is a member of the World Eaters Traitor Legion of Chaos Space Marines, and the greatest mortal Champion of Khorne. Khârn the Betrayer of the World Eaters Traitor Legion Eighth Captain Khârn of the World Eaters Legion, from his unpublished treatise The Eighteen Legions That is why we are the Eaters of Worlds, and the War Hounds no longer." They are tame, collared by the Emperor, obeying his every whim. In that regard, it is a mystery why they name themselves wolves. The Wolves will always come to heel when called. They have a discipline we lack, because their passions are not aflame with the Butcher's Nails buzzing in the back of their skulls. The Wolves can be trusted, when we never could. We are not the tame, reliable pets that the Emperor wanted. We've all drawn blades purely for the sake of shedding blood, and we've all felt the exultation of winning a war that never even needed to happen. He needed a weapon that would never bite the hand that feeds. " The Emperor needed a weapon that would never obey its own desires before those of the Imperium.
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