[W40K]Tranh ảnh, đồ họa W40k

[Mrphung]

 

[Cobber]

chôm cái cover của inquisitor à, chắc ông cũng add FB nó giống cob theo dõi từng ngày, đợi mong nó ra để xem coi sao :)

 

[jedymatter]

The XI Primarch

Theo ghi chép thì XI Primarch bị đưa đến 1 thế giới đại dương, được các thợ săn biển cả cứu và dạy dỗ. Được sống trong 1 thế giới mà con người và Xenor sống hòa thuận với nhau, sau đó XI trở thành vua thợ săn. Rồi được God Emperor tìm thấy và đồng ý phục vụ cho Imperium of Mankind nhưng không được đâu vì ngài bị buộc tội Heresy do giúp đỡ 1 Craftworld trong 1 cuộc chiến giữa 2 bên, ngài và quân đoàn của mình bị tống khỏi Imperium theo lệnh của Emperor và bị quên lãng giống như II Primarch.
Hiện giờ cách xa Imperium hàng ngàn năm ánh sáng, XI vẫn đang chiến đấu cùng với quân đoàn của mình và đang liên minh với Eldars.

Vulkan ở Istvaan_V

Wolf_Lord_Erik_Morkai

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[colithuyet]

Sao có thông tin của 1 trong 2 legion bị mất vậy.

 

[jedymatter]

Trên mấy diễn đàn warhammer ở nước ngoài ấy.

 

[jedymatter]

 

[jedymatter]

God-Emperor

 

[thamlam190]

FOR THE EMPEROR !!!​

 

[thamlam190]

LOVE ME MY COMMISSAR ​

 

[almughavar]

Trích Deathwatch - Warrior Coven

Dropping the bundle of manuscripts onto the table between the document stacks, Perceptia took one last look around the shadows that crept between the shelves, peering through her dirty glasses and the cloud of dust that billowed up off the metal desk. Satisfied that she was alone, she pushed her spectacles back up towards the bridge of her nose and sat down.

She brushed the dust off the loose cover and stared down at the seal that was still faintly visible in the paper, pressed in with the stamp of an Inquisitorial curator many centuries before. Next to it, even fainter than the seal, was the image of a pale and over-stylised eye. Untying the string that bound the bundle together, Perceptia leafed through the pages in between the covers, looking casually over the confessions and last breaths of hundreds of souls, each meticulously recorded, verified and filed by the agents of the Ordo Hereticus.

After several seconds, she finally found the document that she was looking for. It came as a relief, because it had been many long years since last she had seen that piece of paper. The confession, which was now over five hundred years old, had been used as a case-study during her training as an interrogator. It contained the last, garbled words of an old inquisitor lord of the Ordo Xenos. He had confessed to everything. He even confessed to a range of heresies that the interrogators had known nothing about. Before the end, he had also confessed to being a tau elemental and having fathered a half-breed child with an eldar female.

The standard wisdom was, of course, that Inquisitor Lord Herod would have confessed to anything. It seemed an undeniable fact that the poor man had gone insane.

However, a section of Herod’s confession had stuck in Perceptia’s mind, even as a green interrogator. Her mentors had used those passages as examples of the importance of being aware of context when conducting an interrogation. They had explained to the young Perceptia that human minds would scramble for information from their social and cultural surroundings at a time of great anxiety — or at a time of madness. They had laughed at the content of Herod’s confession, hissing that it was as incredible as a children’s story.

In fact, they had then produced a small, illustrated book, which was itself hundreds of years old, in which a very similar story was told. The seemingly inevitable conclusion was that Herod had gone mad, regressed back to his childhood, and finally confessed to the sins of fictional characters from the stories he had encountered in the Schola Progenium. Interrogation, the mentors had insisted, was an art, and a skilled interrogator should know the difference between a confession and a rant. They had explained how techniques had been refined considerably since the time that Herod’s “confession” had been extracted.

Perceptia leaned back away from the page, pushing the bridge of her spectacles with her finger tip. The story still seemed interesting to her. It said something about a secret society of inquisitors who were in league with the eldar. She had heard such legends before, of course, Ramugan was rife with them: the Ordo Malleus had a secret pact with the daemonic powers of the region, and the Ordo Xenos were secretly in league with various alien species that appeared in the sector from time to time. Very occasionally, such rumours turned out to have substance, or at least enough substance to warrant the purging of a soul and the recording of a confession.

Intermingled in amongst the references to hybrid children and heroic stands against the ancient necron threat, Perceptia thought that Herod had mentioned something specific, something that she suspected was not in the children’s story. Something that he had added to the story from his own experience. Something that might even constitute a genuine confession.

There. She stabbed her finger down against the page, tearing its dry surface with the point of a finely manicured fingernail. Perceptia’s fingernails were a point of pride. She had always insisted that she could tell a lot about a person from the state of their hands, and she was determined that hers would not betray her. Whenever she pushed her glasses up her nose, she imagined that someone was inspecting her fingernails.

She leaned her face closer to the text and blew the residual dust clear of the page. Yes, that was what she was looking for.

…After she had given birth to my son, she left me. It was terrible, I… there was nothing I could do, you understand?

Nothing. She was more beautiful than I could stand, she was… Have you ever seen? By the stars…

“What happened after your son was born?”

She took him back! She flashed like a star and vanished back into the Circuitrine nebula…

Pulling a little pocket-sized book out of her pocket and dropping it onto the desk next to the confession, she pressed its wrinkled pages flat and started to leaf through it. It was a copy of the Legend of Hourian, the story of an ill-fated inquisitor who had fallen in love with an eldar princess. Perceptia read out loud from the last page: “After the terrible and beautiful child was born — an unholy creature of exquisite form — the princess cradled him in her arms, with her eyes full of tears. She looked up at Hourian for a fraction of a moment, her sadness written deeply in her eyes, and then she vanished, blinking out of existence like a dying star. Though he searched for years without end, Hourian never saw her again.”

“Yes!” said Perceptia, realising that her memory had not let her down. Herod had added the reference to the Circuitrine nebula. It was not much of a lead— the name of a system hidden in the ramblings of an insane, senile old inquisitor lord who had died five hundred years ago. It was nowhere near enough to take to Caesurian, but it was certainly enough to warrant further investigation. Interrogation was an art, after all.

 

[jedymatter]

Lord Solar Machiarius​

 

[nhinhonhinho]

Harlequin: lovely and deadly

Death Rider:
I have seen war in all its forms. I have seen feral world savages braining each other with stones, and I have monitored the death of a whole planet at the hands of a virus bomb. I have seen Space Marines drop to certain death, and win. I have seen Titans crush whole platoons underfoot. But there is no more stirring sight in war than the charge of massed cavalry.
— Dravin Gratz, 14th Tharinga Regiment, Imperial Guard, Warhammer 40000

Rouge Trader: Trader of the Imperium

 

[jedymatter]

SOB lại SM có được phép lấy nhau không vậy?

 

[V.A]

Cái kiếm kia đang chuẩn bị chém và cái súng kia đang chuẩn bị bắn đấy

 

[Cobber]

bọn này giữ trinh kinh lắm

 

[jedymatter]

bọn này giữ trinh kinh lắm

Chú mới nói gì?

Hỏi luôn là có thằng nào bỏ Emperor mà theo Chaos vì cái này không?

 

[[Knight]Mare]

^ SoB nó khâu + đốt kín lại luôn thì yêu đuơng kiểu gì
bọn daemonette phải có 3 ti, hoặc nửa nam nửa nữ, hình sai rồi

 

[nhinhonhinho]

Hỏi luôn là có thằng nào bỏ Emperor mà theo Chaos vì cái này không?

Đầy luôn

 

[sayuri2705]

^ SoB nó khâu + đốt kín lại luôn thì yêu đuơng kiểu gì
bọn daemonette phải có 3 ti, hoặc nửa nam nửa nữ, hình sai rồi

Nó phải dư lày lày

Hoặc là dư thế lày

Thậm chí là dư lày

Mà mình nghĩ thì SM sẽ ko đc nữ giới thích đâu, vì bọn này cái gì cũng cấy ghép mỗi cái quan trọng nhất thì ko đc quan tâm cấy ghép tới, nên trông to xác vậy chứ xông pha chắc gì đã hơn guardsmen

 

[colithuyet]

Theo tui đoán thì SM bị gay đấy ko để ý tới mấy em SOB đâu. Mấy em Eldar xinh thế mà bọn nó cũng chặt chém thằng tay huống gì mấy em SOB men-lì