另外我还去vb看了一下，那里给的连吧里都不如，所以说我真的很怀疑

哪里的？

绝大部分锤粉，连官方的军书和小说都没看过，都是些云小鬼···

一台战将泰坦的等离子武器一不小心开火了，结果这次开火直接烧没了前面一台掠夺者泰坦的右臂和肩部。单单是开火的冲击波就荡平了一座城市，一点建筑都没有剩下，整个地方被推成了由尘埃和碎片组成的滚烫风暴，一边的一台坦克如同碍事的蝼蚁一样被吹飞了出去，它的偏转力场和装甲被烧穿。这团等离子打穿了偌大的训练室那覆盖重甲的船舱隔板，就仿佛这隔板压根没有挡在那里一样。这发等离子疾驰着穿过了整个希望号，一路上破坏了无数的物什。船上的诸多仪器被粉碎和熔化，又一个隔板被轻易打穿，巨大的、足以吊起星舰的起重机被冲击波摧毁。希望号盖勒力场被损坏，希望号上搭载的32%的舰队和45%的帝国卫队装甲载具被直接打进亚空间。考虑到希望号是一个大陆级别尺寸的巨大载具，战将泰坦的等离子武器射程也能够横跨一整片大陆，只不过地面战斗中还要考虑行星表面本身的弯曲程度，所以没法打这么远。
原文：‘Too late!’ screamed Koskinen as LupaCapitalina’s plasma destructorunleashed the power of a star’s heart at one of their own.
+Engine. Kill.+
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The Sirius Warhounds skulked behind the mighty engine,loping in confusion as they blared alarm from their warhorns. The Reaver facedoff against the Warlord, caught with nowhere to run to and stripped of anycover by their very thoroughness in the exercise. Its carapace sparked andsquealed as its crew raced to bring voids back online, and squallinginterference wavelengths created a shimmering rainbow around its frontal armourplates. Its guns were raised, and the rotating barrels of its gatling blaster werespinning up to firing speed.
What had possessed Sirius to fight each other?
What manner of slight could bring two such awesomelypowerful war machines to blows?
Without full access to the Legio Manifold, Dahan could notcommunicate directly with either princeps. The best he could do was transmitthrough the shared command network frequencies to demand answers. His hindbrainkept 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 archmagosof 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 gunsand loose a howl of warning. Encoded in every scrap of that howl was one clearimperative.
Stay away!
Dahan brought the Iron Fist to a skidding halt before theWarhound.
‘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 inthe vocal, binaric and noospheric spheres. ‘Put up your weapons, I beg ofyou!’
A fiery haze of superheated light built along the length ofLupa Capitalina’s arm, the plasma destructor’s firing vents squealing as theyprepared to bleed off the volcanic excesses of heat. Knowing what was to comenext, 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 fromthe outside world, disabling its auspex, vox and pict feeds.
He slammed the vehicle into full reverse, and even throughthe armoured hull and over the roar of the engine he could hear the plasmadestructor draw in a screaming intake of breath.
‘Bracing,’ he said, shutting down as many of his ownextraneous systems as he could manage in the microsecond he had left before theengine’s gun reached optimal firing temperature.
And a thunderclap of pulverising thermic energy slammed intothe tank, burning through its refractor fields in an instant and meltingthrough a handspan of ablative plating. The internal temperature of the tank’screw compartment flashed to that of a blast furnace, and what little skin Dahanhad left peeled off in an instant.
Before he could even register the pain, the kinetic blastwave of the Titan’s weapon discharge plucked the Iron Fist from the deck andswatted it like a troublesome insect.
Hawkins heard the Titan’s enormous weapon screaming as itdrew breath to fire, and hurled himself into the lee of a fallen building. Raeand a score of soldiers rolled into cover with him, while others ran forshelter behind armoured vehicles, piles of debris or whatever else mightprotect them from the backwash.
Imperial Titans were a welcome sight on any battlefield, butyou didn’t want to be anywhere near them when they fired plasma weapons. Theheat bleed would scour the ground for hundreds of metres in all directions, andthe thermal shockwave would give anyone caught in the open a damn nasty flashburn. He didn’t want to think what might happen in the pressurised, oxygenatedatmosphere of a starship...
‘What in the Eye’s going on, captain?’ shouted Rae.
‘Damned if I know,’ said Hawkins, risking a glance throughthe shattered brickwork of the building. Dust clouds from the manoeuvringTitans billowed around them, making precise details hard to come by, butHawkins saw the largest engine with a searing lightning storm chained to itsarm. Another Titan stood with its back to him, fighting to keep itself out ofthe firing line, but even a relatively agile Reaver couldn’t evade a Warlordforever.
‘What is he doing?’ whispered Hawkins.
Warhorns blared; threat, challenge and supplication all inone.
Whatever the Reaver was doing to try and defuse the largerTitan’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 felttears prick the corners of his eyes to see so mighty a machine humbled. The twoWarhounds circled the fallen Reaver, their heads thrown back and their warhornsblasting out howls of primal loss.
As destructive as the plasma bolt loosed by Lupa Capitalinahad been in the training halls, it was nothing compared to the devastation yetto come. Confined in an oxygen-rich environment without the vastness of anatmosphere in which to dissipate its heat and ionising electrons, the plasmaburned volcanic as it streaked the length of the Speranza. It burned its waythrough the starboard solar collector arrays, shattering millions ofprecision-finished mirrors and melting support struts machined to nanoscopictolerances. The brittle detonations of countless looking-glasses sounded like aglassy sea crashing on a steel shore, and the reflected heat boiled the fleshfrom the bones of the floating servitors whose lives were spent in keeping themirrors free of imperfections.
Another bulkhead was sliced through with horrifying ease,the superstructure around the chamber sagging as a central tension bar snappedlike overstretched elastic. In the vaulted chambers behind the solarcollectors, vast capacitors, long since beyond the reach of any in the AdeptusMechanicus to reproduce, were reduced to thousands of tonnes of scrap metal asthe plasma bolt bored through machines dreamed into existence in a past age.Irreplaceable technology melted to molten slag and a thunderclap of electricaldischarge exploded from the mortally wounded machinery as it screamed in itsdeath-throes. Every metal structure within five hundred metres became lethallycharged with thousands of volts, and hundreds of ship-serfs died as they wereelectrocuted in leaping arcs of red lightning.
The hangars of titanic earth-moving machinery fared littlebetter, with a hive-dozer five hundred metres tall cored by the bolt. Fuelcells detonated explosively and the complex machinery at the heart of itsengineering deck was flooded with volatile electro-plasma backwash. Hard rubberwheels melted in the heat, and every transparisteel panel shattered withthermoplasmic bloom. A giant crane mechanism, capable of lifting starshipsbetween construction cradles, was struck amidships, and the entire upper assemblycrashed down into the hold, smashing itself to destruction on the way down anddoing irreparable damage to three Goliath lifters and a Prometheus-classexcavator.
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 shookfrom end to end, and Archmagos Kotov felt her pain as it reverberated throughhis connection to the vast machine-spirit. Crackling arcs of power wreathed thearchmagos, earthing through microscopic dampers worked into his cybernetic bodyas he fought to keep control.
His senior magi were meshed with their stations, each onerelaying news of the effects of the disastrous weapon malfunction on thetraining deck. Magos Saiixek’s multiple arms danced over the engineeringconsoles, rerouting engine power from the bolt’s path, while Magos Azuramagellicharted potential exit points for an emergency warp translation. Magos Blaylockco-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 theanswer.
‘Negative, archmagos,’ said Kryptaestrex. ‘His floodstreamis offline. He is likely dead.’
The inload from Magos Dahan had come to the command deckincomplete, and further requests for clarification remained unanswered. Thefragmentary data the Secutor magos had managed to exload before going offlinesuggested that one of the Titans of Legio Sirius had fired on another, but whathad driven it to do so remained unquantifiable.
Was is treachery? Had the rot of betrayal and corruptiontouched 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 theSperanza groaned as it felt his fear. Was he to be forever cursed and tormentedby the Omnissiah? Was this crusade into the unknown not penance enough torestore 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, Blaylockremained apart from it. To have both senior magi plugged in while such adisastrous turn of events was playing out was against procedure, but Kotovdesperately needed Blaylock’s statistical expertise to aid him in co-ordinatingthe 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

战将泰坦的总火力一般认为是爆城级别以上吧
帝皇级强的多，但是弱地表肯定是吹过头了

这个已经被人吹成爆星了

一队石化蜥蜴换装地震弹一轮齐射就能平巢都这种逆天巨构。
强的是地震弹不是地震炮，只是地震炮会专门使用地震弹做弹药。

强的不从来是装备吗

真要这个威力战场上除了泰坦没别的了，给自己地面部队也杨了

此事在混沌老农用干草叉加燃烧瓶搞死阿斯塔特中亦有记载

此事在40000m/s油漆微粒洞穿战舰之中亦有记载

只要不是名词并且明确是官方发的都是可以认得