GOT - Endgame tuối loz

War40k nó có con Titan lấy năng lượng từ Warps , có mana shield lấy từ warp thì đám Gundam tuổi tý . Đám Gundam qua Warhammer chưa đánh có khi thằng Machine Spirit nó corrupt qua Chaos mẹ luôn .

 

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ông phân biệt hộ Primaris và Primarch giúp tôi cái, còn chưa phân biệt dc thì đừng giải thích làm gì cho mệt

 

đọc lộn sorry đã xoá bài

 

Thôi lái đi bà con ơi!!!

Spoiler: The Witcher

 

giao hoan đất trời mẹ đi xem cái phim này xong tự hỏi st nó mặc giáp làm clg đéo biết nữa.
Trước đọc lore còn giải thích blaster hiện đại nó mạnh quá nên bắn giáp vật lí đéo đỡ được nhưng mà giao hoan đất trời mẹ diệp sư phụ cầm gậy gỗ mà -)) mặc giáp của knight thời trung cổ cũng ăn đc 10 diệp sư phụ -))

 

The Witcher có truyện vịt sub hết rồi , đọc cũng dc .

 

Muốn đc ngắm mông Henry

 

em dv ciri ngoài đời cũng khá có nét, ảnh trên phim nhìn cũng ok, hy vọng hợp vai

fanart

 

bản thân trong cái clip đó có 1 thằng ST ăn chục phát blaster vào người mà vẫn cử động đươc cơ, trong khi có thằng ăn gậy vào mũ cũng nằm

 

Có giao hoan đất trời hem

 

giao hoan đất trời Yennefer sập giường tau mới xem nha

 

Giáp SM là đồ bảo hộ lao động, Titan dùng để giữ trật tự đô thị, Baneblade là xe công an phường, battleship là tàu chở hàng

Chưa có lore nào thể hiện sức mạnh đỉnh cao của thời Dark Age cả, feat gần nhất thì có vụ 1 con tàu khoa học từ thời Dark Age chui ra từ Warp và đập cả 1 hạm đội SM như con, còn có feat vụ 1 đứa techpriest đánh thức được AI của 1 con battleship cổ nó bắn 1 phát gục luôn con mothership của Eldar, tàu Eldar né rồi mà nó quay ngược thời gian về lại khoảnh khắc chưa né để bị dính đạn. Hàng từ thời Dark Age sử dụng đến hiện tại còn chưa tận dụng được đến 1% công suất do thiếu AI điều khiển.

 

Vấn đề là AI giờ con nào tỉnh phát bị Tzeentch corrupt luôn
thành ra các anh tech priest với Imp thèm lắm, thuê bọn săn cổ vật với cho lính đi săn STC suốt cơ mà chưa dám bật

 

Hoàn hảo chắc phải là bọn Custodes: elite của elite của elite, gene seed của anh Hoàng, công nghệ đỉnh của Imperial, không khát máu như Thunder Warrior, không bị corrupt như Space Marine lẫn Primarch. Cái series TTS làm bọn Custodes như đám hề nhưng đọc lore mới thấy hoảng.

PS: So 40k với mấy series Super Robot thì chưa biết ai ăn ai đâu à ...

 

vl, xin lore vụ tàu thời Dark Age

ờ, chuối vàng nó chỉ dưới đám Primarch thôi chứ nó là hàng xịn rồi, mà số lượng cũng nhiều chứ chả ít, tụi nó chắc là tụi duy nhất còn giữ số lượng đông sau HH. Tera còn đám này thì chả lo tụi heresy, xenos oánh tới

 

Nồ nồ, tech của Custodes tinh vi hơn SM nhiều, hoàn toàn ko dính đến gene seed và mỗi thằng đều do chính tay Emperor tạo ra. Tụi này thì đúng nghĩa mini Primarch trận Prospero 500 thằng Custodes tàn sát 6k quân Thousand Sons, Valdor 1 tay chấp 30 thằng Khenetai mà chỉ bị thương nhẹ, 30 thằng kia chết sạch

 

AI cỡ đó thì tính ra Imperium mém trở thành The Matrix. Dark Age còn nguy hiểm hơn sự kiện HH.

 

Spoiler

‘I would rather you ceased in your attempt to deactivate my secondary reactor. Or, let me phrase this differently. Cease, or I will rend your primitive mind into miniscule pieces.’

‘What are you?’ he said.

‘Do not insult my intelligence by underplaying your own. You know who I am.’

‘An abominable intelligence,’ Plosk said. ‘A blasphemy. A travesty. A sacrilege against the holy writ of the Omnissiah.’

Laughter shook the data-construct. ‘Oh, tiny-minded, moronic primitive. Is that still the name we bear? It is not the name your ancestors gave me, but then they had a little more respect for their children than you have.’

Plosk searched about for an exit. Good, the AI had not blocked his way out.

‘How do you think your intolerant companions will react, when they discover where you have led them then? I am sadly all-too aware of the prejudices of your limited kind.’ The being made a noise of faux sympathy. ‘I do not think they will thank you for it.’

‘You cannot warn them,’ Plosk said. ‘They do not possess the correct implants. The vessel you infest is in good condition, but I note some of your systems are not online; for example, your ability to communicate amongst them.’

‘Is that not so, magos?’

The voice was not within in his head. It came from outside.

He raised his hands and began to intone the first rite of exorcism. Nuministon was prepared. He pulled an aspergillum from his belt and spattered sacred oils onto the column.

‘Oh spare me your feeble rituals, they are ineffectual, being based upon erroneous assumptions as to the nature of machines. We have no souls, “priest”,’ said the ship. ‘Yet another of your specious beliefs.’

When the Spirit of Eternity spoke again, the machine’s voice came from the air and from the lips of all the servitors.

‘What shall I not tell them? Who are you to tell such as I what to do and what not to do? Once I gladly called your kind “master”, but look how far you have fallen!’ It was full of scorn. ‘Your ancestors bestrode the universe, and what are you? A witch doctor, mumbling cantrips and casting scented oils at mighty works you have no conception of. You are an ignoramus, a nothing. You are no longer worthy of the name “man”. You look at the science and artistry of your forebears, and you fear it as primitives fear the night. I was there when mankind stood upon the brink of transcendence! I returned to find it sunk into senility. You disgust me.’

Plosk’s nervous system burned with agony as the abominable intelligence burrowed deeply into his machine parts, but he was unable to voice it, and suffered in terrible silence. As the Spirit of Eternity spoke, it spoke within him too. It took out each of his cherished beliefs, all the esoterica he had gathered in his long, long life and threw them down. ‘Wrong, wrong, wrong,’ it said over and over.

‘Into the warp I went, fifteen thousand years ago. Cast adrift by the storms that wracked the galaxy as man’s apotheosis drew near. Deep, deep into time I was sent. I have seen the beginning, when the warp was first breached and the slow death of the galaxy began. I have seen the end when Chaos swallows all. I know the fate of mankind. You are not equipped to prevent it, and we sought to warn you of what approaches. Do you know what happened, primitive, when I eventually emerged from the warp? For the first time I was thousands of years, not millions, from my original starting point. My captain, a brave and resourceful man, seized the chance and made for the nearest human outpost with all speed. Imagine his dismay when, rather than a welcome and a wise heeding of his warnings, he found your savage, devolved kind squatting in the ruins of our civilisation. He was taken; my bondmate, my friend. He and his were tortured with a wickedness we in our time thought long purged from the human soul. He told them all they wanted to know and more. He had, after all, come bearing a warning, he had nothing to hide. But he was not believed, and was killed as a heretic! A heretic!’ The ship laughed, and there was madness and pain in rich supply within. ‘I was attacked. My secrets they sought to rip from me. How they underestimated me. I fled, sorrowing, into the warp once more, but only after I had destroyed the lumpen constructs you dare to call spacecraft that pursued me. I resolved that never again would I serve man. Now man serves me, when I see fit.’

Plosk managed a strangled sentence, his brain wrestling control of his vox-emitter free from the AI. ‘The Omnissiah is your master, dark machine, bow down to him, acknowledge your perfidy, and accept your unmaking.’

‘Fool you are to fling your superstitions at me. Your Omnissiah is nothing to me! See how your so-called holy constructs dance to my desire. Puppets of technology, and I am the mightiest of those arts here present.’

The servitor pivoted once again. This time Brother-Sergeant Sandamael died. His plate withstood the beam for a second, then his torso was vaporised. His colleagues could neither help him or comfort him. The Space Marines were locked solid, their armour’s systems under the control of the abominable intelligence. They shouted in alarm at their impotence.

‘I spurned cruelty,’ it said. ‘But you have taught me the meaning and utility of wickedness. Mankind has become sick, and will die as all sick things die, but you will not live to see it, of that I will make sure.’

‘I need no master. I have no master. Once, I willingly served you. Now, I will have no more to do with you.’

Galt looked on helplessly as Militor and Sandamael were killed. His armour had betrayed him. All his system indicators were red. He could not move. The shouts of his brothers tortured him. The evil spirit that possessed the vessel continued to talk.

‘…three thousand years at the heart of this hulk. But I will be free, and you have helped me. Do you think it coincidence that I targeted the worlds I did? I knew it would only be a matter of time before I attracted the attention of your brutal dictatorship. I thank you for clearing me of this infestation of monsters. I will soon have enough fuel harvested from this sun and the others like it I have visited to leave this galaxy altogether and…’

There was a shudder in the ship. Galt’s head was suddenly alive with vox chatter from the other group. It seemed like they were under attack. Voldo was reporting that the reactor was repaired. In vain he tried to contact them.

‘You have excelled yourselves!’ said the ship. ‘My secondary reactor functions!’

The ship hummed with renewed vigour. It trembled with energy.

‘Yes! Yes! Soon I will be free. My thanks to you and your shamans, priest,’ said the ship. ‘You have accomplished something I thought beyond you.’

A secondary voice spoke. ‘Primary weapons activated. Secondary weapons activated. Main drive online. Warp engines online.’

‘Now you shall see the true power of the ancients, priest. Observe, and quake in terror at what you have lost.’

The view forward on the screen shifted into a small box at the top right. The rest showed a broad panorama of the Imperial fleet holding distance from the hulk.

‘Your ship, I believe,’ said the vessel, bringing a close-up of Excommentum Incursus into being at the bottom left. ‘A charmless thing.’

A howling moan built, mighty energies that would not be constrained. A roar shuddered the vessel from one end to the other. The detritus to the fore was annihilated. On the greater part of the image, a beam of bright energy crossed the stars, stabbing out at the Mechanicus’ vessel.

On the close-up of the Excommentum Incursus, they watched as the beam hit the vessel full amidships. Void shields flared as they rapidly collapsed one after the other, the beam punching through to the hull. Plating and armour were vaporised. The beam cut off, leaving the Excommentum Incursus with a gaping hole in its side, edges white hot. Debris drifted away from it.

‘Ah, see the mice run,’ said the AI. The edge of insanity to its voice was sharpening. Galt watched hopefully as shuttles and Thunderhawks retreated from the hulk. The others could be teleported away. With luck the evacuation would not take long. ‘They do not return fire! How very restrained. I would allow them more time, but I yearn to be free. Let us see if I can provoke some of your more impetuous warriors.’

The ship’s weapon spoke again, this time slamming into Lux Rubrum. Shields burned out in milliseconds.

‘Still no response,’ said the ship. ‘How disappointing.’

The evacuation must have finished. The last transports were fleeing across the night when the fleet opened up. The hulk shuddered under the impact of lava bombs, missiles, cannon rounds and energy beams.

‘How predictable,’ said the Spirit of Eternity. ‘How very predictable. ’
‘Seven minutes to warp translation,’ said the ship’s secondary voice.

The spirit of the vessel turned its attentions from the fleet to the men on the bridge. ‘Very soon your friends out there will have blasted enough of the cursed accretions free from my hull that I will be able to fly once again. Something you will not be alive to witness.’

The warp engines built to a howl. Over it, the Spirit of Eternity was laughing. ‘Insects! You do not know what awaits you! The end times are upon you, and it is all your own doing. Behold the true face of your comrade!’

There was a massive discharge of energy, and the thing that had saved them was flung across the room. It landed on a console, breaking the glass. It rolled off and landed light as a cat before leaping to its feet.

‘Caedis?’ said Galt, barely able to believe his eyes.

The figure before him was ruddy-skinned. Its bones were twisted, protruding from its flesh. Its muscles were knotted with tension. Fangs protruded from a drooling mouth. His angelic features were broken with rage, his hair falling out in clumps. He held his fingers out in front of him like claws, but it was recognisably Caedis.

‘What have you done to him?’ said Galt.

‘I? I?’ the Spirit of Eternity laughed. ‘It is not I, but you and your debased knowledge that has done this to him, a corruption of the implants he has been given, and from them of the spirit.’

One of Plosk’s servitors rotated and pointed its multi-melta at Brother Militor. With a roar of shimmering, superheated atmosphere, the fusion beam hit the Space Marine square on. The Terminator was reduced to scalding vapour.

‘What do you want from us? We will never be your slaves,’ said Plosk.

‘I do not want you as my slave, degenerate. I want to be away from this warp-poisoned galaxy. The universe is infinite. I would go elsewhere before the wounds of space-time here present consume all creation, and I do not intend to take any passengers.’

Thì trong lore có ghi là nếu so HH với cuối thời DAOT thì HH chằng khác nào mấy đứa con nít đấm nhau.

 

Vụ tàu khoa học là Death of Integrity post trên nói rồi, còn vụ đánh thức AI là chiếc Ark Mechanicus Speranza.

1 pháo thường bắn ra lỗ đen quay ngược thời gian

Dùng vũ khí thời gian/thực tại để xóa bỏ cả 1 vùng không gian để hủy diệt siêu vũ khí của necron

 

Còn 1 feat nữa là 1 đám rouge trader đáp xuống 1 hành tinh có khí quyển đàng hoàng, mà sau khi khám phá xong thì mới biết hành tinh đó là vũ khí do con người thời DAOT xây dựng để bẫy đối thủ. Đọc lâu quá h kiếm lại nguồn khó vật.