战争机器感觉量级实战会有限制。它的体型，灵活度都不像人形那样灵活，很多时候低量级近身到内部很容易拿下

灭绝令：没我事了？那我走了哈

第4楼的可以不用看了

第三楼的原文。：‘Too late!’ screamed Koskinen as Lupa Capitalina’s plasma destructor unleashed the power of a star’s heart at one of their own.+Engine. Kill.+.....The Sirius Warhounds skulked behind the mighty engine, loping in confusion as they blared alarm from their warhorns. The Reaver faced off against the Warlord, caught with nowhere to run to and stripped of any cover by their very thoroughness in the exercise. Its carapace sparked and squealed as its crew raced to bring voids back online, and squalling interference wavelengths created a shimmering rainbow around its frontal armour plates. Its guns were raised, and the rotating barrels of its gatling blaster were spinning up to firing speed.What had possessed Sirius to fight each other?What manner of slight could bring two such awesomely powerful war machines to blows?Without full access to the Legio Manifold, Dahan could not communicate directly with either princeps. The best he could do was transmit through the shared command network frequencies to demand answers. His hindbrain kept up a barrage of demands for the Legio to pull back from its war footing, while he linked with the Speranza’s noospheric network and warned the archmagos of what was happening.The Warhounds took note of him and the smaller of the pair, Vilka, broke away from its maddened prowling to rack the loaders of its guns and loose a howl of warning. Encoded in every scrap of that howl was one clear imperative.Stay away!Dahan brought the Iron Fist to a skidding halt before the Warhound.‘What is the Legio doing?’ he voxed, hoping that someone, anyone, in Sirius might answer him. ‘You must stop this madness now!’Stay away!‘For the love of the Omnissiah, stand down!’ yelled Dahan in the vocal, binaric and noospheric spheres. ‘Put up your weapons, I beg of you!’A fiery haze of superheated light built along the length of Lupa Capitalina’s arm, the plasma destructor’s firing vents squealing as they prepared to bleed off the volcanic excesses of heat. Knowing what was to come next, Dahan dropped into the Iron Fist and slammed the hatch down after him, hoping it would be enough. Inside the tank, Dahan closed the Iron Fist off from the outside world, disabling its auspex, vox and pict feeds.He slammed the vehicle into full reverse, and even through the armoured hull and over the roar of the engine he could hear the plasma destructor draw in a screaming intake of breath.‘Bracing,’ he said, shutting down as many of his own extraneous systems as he could manage in the microsecond he had left before the engine’s gun reached optimal firing temperature.And a thunderclap of pulverising thermic energy slammed into the tank, burning through its refractor fields in an instant and melting through a handspan of ablative plating. The internal temperature of the tank’s crew compartment flashed to that of a blast furnace, and what little skin Dahan had left peeled off in an instant.Before he could even register the pain, the kinetic blast wave of the Titan’s weapon discharge plucked the Iron Fist from the deck and swatted it like a troublesome insect.Hawkins heard the Titan’s enormous weapon screaming as it drew breath to fire, and hurled himself into the lee of a fallen building. Rae and a score of soldiers rolled into cover with him, while others ran for shelter behind armoured vehicles, piles of debris or whatever else might protect them from the backwash.Imperial Titans were a welcome sight on any battlefield, but you didn’t want to be anywhere near them when they fired plasma weapons. The heat bleed would scour the ground for hundreds of metres in all directions, and the thermal shockwave would give anyone caught in the open a damn nasty flash burn. He didn’t want to think what might happen in the pressurised, oxygenated atmosphere of a starship...‘What in the Eye’s going on, captain?’ shouted Rae.‘Damned if I know,’ said Hawkins, risking a glance through the shattered brickwork of the building. Dust clouds from the manoeuvring Titans billowed around them, making precise details hard to come by, but Hawkins saw the largest engine with a searing lightning storm chained to its arm. Another Titan stood with its back to him, fighting to keep itself out of the firing line, but even a relatively agile Reaver couldn’t evade a Warlord forever.‘What is he doing?’ whispered Hawkins.Warhorns blared; threat, challenge and supplication all in one.Whatever the Reaver was doing to try and defuse the larger Titan’s anger, it wasn’t working.

‘Cover your ears and don’t look up!’ shouted Hawkins. ‘Hereit comes!’
He pulled back from the gap in the wall and pressed theheels of his hands against the side of his head. He put his head in his lap,exhaling as the colossal plasma weapon fired and filled the training hangarwith a deafening thunderclap of igniting air. The temperature spiked and aflashbulb image was burned on Hawkins’s retinas. Instantaneously a seethingwave of heat billowed over them, a blistering desert wind of dust and debris.Walls crashed down throughout the ruined city, blown down by the force of therecoil-blast in a confined space.
Despite his own orders, Hawkins looked up in time to see theenormous blue-white bolt of incandescent plasma as it streaked overhead. Toobright to look at, it was the blinding radiance of an eclipse and a supernovaall in one. Scads of molten metal trailed from its outer edges as it flashedthe length of the training hall and slammed into the vast, skull-faced bulkheadat its rear.
Hawkins braced himself for an explosion, but the vast,super-heated plasma bolt simply punched through the heavily-plated bulkhead asthough it wasn’t even there. He tried to blink away the painful neonafterimages, but they wouldn’t go away and he cursed his foolishness in lookingup. A shrieking cloud of wind-borne matter blew past, and the wall behind himgroaned as the hammerblow of the thermal shockwave slammed into it.
‘Move!’ shouted Hawkins, pushing himself to his feet as thebuilding that had sheltered them from the blast now threatened to come down andbury them alive. He and Rae scrambled away as the building came apart in anavalanche of steel and stone. A piece of broken stone clipped Hawkins on theshoulder, and the force of the impact cracked one of the bones there. Hegrunted in pain as randomly falling pieces of connective steelwork and modularplates rained down on him and his men. Choking dust clouds surged and swayed inthe riotous thermal vortices, tugged this way and that as the venting systemsfought to dissipate the heat build.
Hawkins rolled to his side, clutching his damaged shoulderand spitting a mouthful of bloodstained dust. His ears rang with noise and hisvision still wouldn’t properly clear, but he could still see that many of hissoldiers hadn’t been so lucky. Most had gotten out from beneath the building intime, but Hawkins saw several arms and legs protruding from the debris, and asoldier whose torso lay buried in the rubble. A number of dust andblood-covered soldiers tried to free him, even though it was obvious the manwas dead.
Hawkins held up his good arm and said, ‘Help me up, Rae. Andbe careful about it, I think my collarbone’s broken.’
Lieutenant Rae, almost unrecognisable under a patina of paleash and black dust, took his arm and hauled him to his feet. Hawkins bit back acry of pain and wiped blood from his forehead as he tried to gain some measureof the situation. Warning lights flashed overhead and emergency klaxonsbellowed in anger as emergency teams of medicae servitors were deployed fromrecessed chambers. Wounded Guardsmen shouted for medics, while revvingChimeras, Hellhounds and Leman Russ tanks formed defensive laagers on the farside of the ruins. Dazed Guardsmen stumbled through the wreckage, some missinglimbs, others with horrific flash burns they would likely not survive, andstill more with skin scorched red by the heat wash of the plasma weapon.
‘Holy God-Emperor...’ breathed Rae.
The little that had been left standing of the ruined citywas gone, its prefabricated structures and multiple blocks flattened beneaththe plasmic pressure wave radiating from the centre of the devastation. LupaCapitalina shimmered in a distorting heat haze, wreathed in clouds of steam asits weapon arm vented super-heated plasma discharge. Its warhorn blared ascream of triumph, but even as Hawkins picked out its towering form through thesmoke and dust, the sound changed to one of anguish as it beheld thedestruction it had unleashed.
Canis Ulfrica swayed in front of the larger battle Titan,its right arm and much of its shoulder carapace simply burned away. Flames anddrooling cables that spat arcs of lightning guttered from the wound. With theaching slowness of a wounded Guardsman who’d only just realised the gunshot inhis chest was mortal, Canis Ulfrica sank to its knees with a booming crash thatreverberated around the training halls. She fell no further, and a shriekingwail of grieving binary issued from the augmitters of every member of the CultMechanicus.

Despite the losses his own men had suffered, Hawkins felt tears prick the corners of his eyes to see so mighty a machine humbled. The two Warhounds circled the fallen Reaver, their heads thrown back and their warhorns blasting out howls of primal loss.As destructive as the plasma bolt loosed by Lupa Capitalina had been in the training halls, it was nothing compared to the devastation yet to come. Confined in an oxygen-rich environment without the vastness of an atmosphere in which to dissipate its heat and ionising electrons, the plasma burned volcanic as it streaked the length of the Speranza. It burned its way through the starboard solar collector arrays, shattering millions of precision-finished mirrors and melting support struts machined to nanoscopic tolerances. The brittle detonations of countless looking-glasses sounded like a glassy sea crashing on a steel shore, and the reflected heat boiled the flesh from the bones of the floating servitors whose lives were spent in keeping the mirrors free of imperfections.Another bulkhead was sliced through with horrifying ease, the superstructure around the chamber sagging as a central tension bar snapped like overstretched elastic. In the vaulted chambers behind the solar collectors, vast capacitors, long since beyond the reach of any in the Adeptus Mechanicus to reproduce, were reduced to thousands of tonnes of scrap metal as the plasma bolt bored through machines dreamed into existence in a past age. Irreplaceable technology melted to molten slag and a thunderclap of electrical discharge exploded from the mortally wounded machinery as it screamed in its death-throes. Every metal structure within five hundred metres became lethally charged with thousands of volts, and hundreds of ship-serfs died as they were electrocuted in leaping arcs of red lightning.The hangars of titanic earth-moving machinery fared little better, with a hive-dozer five hundred metres tall cored by the bolt. Fuel cells detonated explosively and the complex machinery at the heart of its engineering deck was flooded with volatile electro-plasma backwash. Hard rubber wheels melted in the heat, and every transparisteel panel shattered with thermoplasmic bloom. A giant crane mechanism, capable of lifting starships between construction cradles, was struck amidships, and the entire upper assembly crashed down into the hold, smashing itself to destruction on the way down and doing irreparable damage to three Goliath lifters and a Prometheus-class excavator.And the rogue plasma bolt was still not spent.The command deck shone with a blood-red light as alarms, damage reports and emergency subroutines flickered to life. The Speranza shook from end to end, and Archmagos Kotov felt her pain as it reverberated through his connection to the vast machine-spirit. Crackling arcs of power wreathed the archmagos, earthing through microscopic dampers worked into his cybernetic body as he fought to keep control.His senior magi were meshed with their stations, each one relaying news of the effects of the disastrous weapon malfunction on the training deck. Magos Saiixek’s multiple arms danced over the engineering consoles, rerouting engine power from the bolt’s path, while Magos Azuramagelli charted potential exit points for an emergency warp translation. Magos Blaylock co-ordinated the ship’s emergency response as Kryptaestrex ran damage control.None of the news was good.‘Any more from Dahan?’ asked Kotov, already knowing the answer.‘Negative, archmagos,’ said Kryptaestrex. ‘His floodstream is offline. He is likely dead.’The inload from Magos Dahan had come to the command deck incomplete, and further requests for clarification remained unanswered. The fragmentary data the Secutor magos had managed to exload before going offline suggested that one of the Titans of Legio Sirius had fired on another, but what had driven it to do so remained unquantifiable.Was is treachery? Had the rot of betrayal and corruption touched one of Sirius the way it had with Legio Serpentes on Uraniborg 1572? The thought sent a shudder of dislocative current through his body, and the Speranza groaned as it felt his fear. Was he to be forever cursed and tormented by the Omnissiah? Was this crusade into the unknown not penance enough to restore him in its infinite graces and binary glory?‘Starboard solar collectors are gone,’ said Tarkis Blaylock, restoring his focus. While Kotov was connected to the ship’s Manifold, Blaylock remained apart from it. To have both senior magi plugged in while such a disastrous turn of events was playing out was against procedure, but Kotov desperately needed Blaylock’s statistical expertise to aid him in co-ordinating the emergency response of the Speranza.

If Kotov could not have Blaylock, then he would have thenext best thing. He exloaded a series of code-frequencies and brevet rankprotocols through the noosphere to Linya Tychon, together with a data-squirt ofwhat he required of her. She answered almost immediately, already aware of thedanger facing the Speranza. Her inload/exload capacity adjoined his own and theburden of processing the vast ship’s needs eased with another to help shoulderthe load.
Throughout the ship, every magos able to link with theManifold added their own capacity to calming the wounded vessel’s pain. Entiredecks echoed with binary prayers and machine code hymnals, echoing from prow tostern as the Cult Mechanicus bent its logical will to the restoration of purefunctionality.
‘Is the Geller field holding?’ asked Kotov, diverting ameasure of his attention to bridge control.
‘It’s holding,’ said Azuramagelli. ‘The field generators aresituated in the prow, but with the capacitors offline, their continuedoperation will burn through our reserves much quicker.’
‘Have you calculated an exit point?’
‘Working on it now,’ said Azuramagelli, managing to conveyhis irritation even through the expressionless vista of his brain jars.
‘Construction engine Virastyuk reports ninety per centdegradation of functionality,’ reported Magos Kryptaestrex, his sonorous voicelike that of a mother listing her dead children. ‘Lifter Nummisto is destroyed.Rigs Poundstone and Thorsen are damaged too. Badly.’
‘Where is the plasma fire now?’ demanded Kotov. ‘How far hasit burned?’
‘It is in the aft decks, burning through the transportholds,’ answered Blaylock. ‘Integrity fields have failed, and the loss ofatmosphere has helped bleed off 102K of plasmic energy, though the teslastrength of the bolt remains unaffected. Thirty-two per cent of our drop-shipfleet has been blown into the warp, together with forty-five per cent of theGuard’s armoured vehicles.’
Kryptaestrex grunted, his multiple arms and wide bodyjerking with the force of his displeasure.
‘The Cadians aren’t going to like that,’ he said.
‘If we cannot dampen this fire, then their dislikes will bethe least of our concerns,’ said Kotov. ‘When this is over, I will build themreplacements in the prow manufactories. Now where are my containment doors?’
‘Blast containment shields are raising between sections Z-3Tertius Lambda and X-4 Rho,’ said Blaylock, reading the damage-control inloadsfrom noospheric veils of light. ‘There is an eighty-three point seven per centchance they will not halt the blast and it will breach the main plasmacombustion chamber.’
‘But they will at least dampen its force?’
‘To some degree, yes,’ agreed Blaylock. ‘But given theenhanced conditions for plasma burn aboard ship, they will not stop it.’
‘Vent the chambers beyond,’ said Azuramagelli. ‘It’s theonly way.’
‘No,’ said Saiixek. ‘Those are the worker habs for theengineering decks. I need those menials to maintain engine efficiency.Diverting to obtain more would greatly delay our mission.’
- Priests of Mars

其它杂项：
人类帝国在一千年间建造了数以百万计的战将泰坦
原文：For longer than there has been an Imperium there have been WarlordClass Battle Titans, their design history stretches back ot the Final Warperiod. It is popular with all the Military Orders of the Collegia Titanica andmillions have been built to the design over the millenia.
- Adeptus Titanicus

看来还是低估了

新量级
输出：正常弱地表，极限叠弱爆星
防御：正常弱地表，极限叠弱爆星

顶

确实可以

随后盖瑞厄斯惊讶地大口喘气，被干掉的第二次远征那简短模糊的信息没有让他对现在他所看到的东西做好准备。这些始祖恐龙是巨大的，哪怕考虑到低重力要素，也比他所认识的任何陆地生物都要巨大。这些怪兽的头一抬，就比战将还要高了。
这也不是两者唯一可比较的。在泰坦后面，帝国卫队的坦克、自行火炮和步兵就像跟着人类后面跑的老鼠一般用其来保护自己。对方也一样，一个至少由一千个几乎赤条的原始人所组成的拿着长矛石斧的纵队，尾随着始祖恐龙后面准备迎战任何活着的战斗野兽。
这些生物是如何做到站立的呢？他们的骨头一定是钢铁，或者是精金制成的，盖瑞厄斯如是怀疑着。但即便如此，它们还是挡不住泰坦的武器的。他再次下达命令，泰坦倾斜着从始祖恐龙的侧面靠近它们，以获得一个更好打的目标。巨腿活动的更加快了起来，几乎如奔跑般推动其前进。
现在战术干事和武器官已经几乎成为了单一一个人格，印在了Lex et Annihilato号上。肩炮动了动，瞄准了其中一头巨兽的侧面。一轮炮弹直接向这个毫无防御能力的目标呼啸而去，粉碎声在泰坦头部中回荡。
盖瑞厄斯主官难以置信地看着炮弹在野兽的装甲上弹开，有些弹开炸于半空中，有些则是掉在了地上。然而这头始祖恐龙似乎没有受到爆炸杀伤，它笨拙地转过身，用其黄色的眼睛看向泰坦。此时盖瑞厄斯才发现，他所以为的怪兽头部的缘饰或者鸟冠，其实是个里面蹲着人的人造带顶平台。是这些人操控着这头动物的吗？是的话又是怎么做到的呢？还有别的，在平台之前，一个X架立在那，绑着一个衣衫褴褛，满脸泥灰的卫队士兵。
到目前为止，盖瑞厄斯对敌人的态度都是中立，他没把敌人当敌人，而现在他满怀愤怒。
“可怜人啊。”他没法帮助这个囚犯，他肯定得和这头始祖恐龙一起死，他只能把其忘掉。
由于怀疑难以命中其摇晃的头部，他命令道：“降低瞄准，腹部没有那么多装甲！”
肩炮再次轰鸣，这一次数发炮弹命中始祖恐龙，制造出了短暂的烟雾。原以为会看的被轰的粉碎的恐龙尸体侧躺抽搐的盖瑞厄斯，在烟雾消散过后惊讶得目瞪口呆，那头怪兽还站立着。是的，有些炮弹确实打穿了皮肤，制造了很深的伤口。然而那头始祖恐龙不为所动，它好像连伤口撕裂和鲜血直流都感觉不到似得。
它仍在朝着泰坦移动。当盖瑞厄斯下令再来一次齐射时，他瞥了眼Principio non Tactica号，随后便楞了一下。第二头始祖恐龙也在炮弹轰击下受了伤，并朝着战将奔跑而来，突然它张开大嘴，在它两排牙齿之间喷出白热烈焰，包住了Principio non Tactica号的上半身。
在震惊的主官们看来，它就像一台等离子武器——他都没想过要拿这武器来武装战将，谁会想到在这么一个世界会需要用上它？他不知道始祖恐龙那惊人的消化系统有着23个胃，能在高压下形成乙炔气，也不知道它有着异常的代谢，能将纯磷混入乙炔当中，当它打嗝时，乙炔便会被喷出，然后被与空气接触了的磷给点燃。进化让其成为了一种防御掠食者的手段，其作为武器更有效。

Principio号的驾驶舱在发射过程中被遮挡，尽管外壳可以保护成员免受高温伤害，但是这种始祖恐龙肯定还有第二套攻击策略。它用后四条腿直立了起来，高度凌驾在战将之上，当埃夫里姆主官的视野清晰下来的时候，他看到一头巨大的野兽正在坠下了打算推倒他的陆战机甲。
“协助Principio号！”
Lex et Annihilato号转动了起来，Principio号也在摇摇晃晃地后退，拼命地想要顶住这头怪兽的巨大重量。这可能会成功，但是这头始祖恐龙还有另一招，巨大的尾巴转了过来，直接砸到了泰坦的身躯之上，动力源和主引擎的所在地外壳变形了下去。当Principio号用腹部上那两门沉重的激光武器命中这头野兽，蒸发其大量血液时，红色的蒸汽遮住了视野，随后一个微弱的声音从盖瑞厄斯的通讯器那里传来——是埃夫里姆的总工程师。
“虚空盾失效。”
随后盖瑞厄斯看着Principio non Tactica号的陨落，其失去平衡，一只脚抬离地面，随后其巨大的结构在低重力下缓慢倒下，直到撞击坚硬的地面。
一旦泰坦倒下，就再无回天之力。盖瑞厄斯主官将注意力转向了威胁Annihilato号的始祖恐龙，尖叫着下达命令。
“头！瞄准头！”
因为察觉到姊妹泰坦的命运，其赶忙后退闪开，防止其发动类似的攻击，虽然很明显始祖恐龙要灵活得多。两门咆哮的肩炮都没有命中那个摇摇晃晃的脑袋，因为其连着弯曲的脖子。他隐约察觉到另一头始祖恐龙正在践踏倒下的Principio non Tactica号，撕开不具备防御能力的外壳，激光武器也短暂地发出声响，但其无法瞄准这头野兽。
盖瑞厄斯看到了最后的侮辱，人们从外壳的裂隙中跑出，就像蛆虫从溃烂的身体离跑出一般，他清楚他们在躲避什么：内部闪耀着一片白光，泰坦的裂变反应堆正在溶化，燃料在始祖恐龙的践踏下融合在了一起。