Not only that but when it comes to producing their own weapons, equipment and uniforms without relying on the solace coalition who takes it RN or GE?
When it comes to technological advantage, quality and quantity who takes it GE or RN?
Would reinhard sword see magnus the red "worthy"? and would reinhard's adaptation and "endless" blessings or divine protection be enough to keep with magnus the red?
Rules:
The fight takes place at a farm.
Note that we will be using pre heresy magnus and his feats from the books/novels.
We are going to use LN/Anime feats for Reinhard.
Two of them will be getting their standard equipment.
No prep time or knowledge.
In character.
Won by knockout or incapacitation.
Fight starts at 100 meters.
And which of these 2 can pull of more ladies?
When I was reading Angels of Caliban I apparently encounter this quote:
Wiith a thumb, Redloss signaled for the cupola gunner to clamber out of his position, allowing the voted liutenant to lower himself down to the Land Raider. He made his way directly to the vox-station and attuned the transmitter to his personal channel - the Dreadwing command frequency.
'The glass turns, the grains fall,' he broadcast, signalling to the other members of the brotherhood that the Dreadwing was to assemble.
I assumed The glass turns means the activation of a dreadwing assault while the grains fall means utter destruction I supposed.
It can be anything from their lore, models, etc.
We know that the SoS are a literal pain in the ass for the thousand sons due to the fact that they are blanks.
So what strategy and tactics does the thousand sons use to counter the sisters of silence/blanks especially during the battle of prospero.
Note that we are talking about GC-era TS.
Who would win between the strongest sorcerer in history vs the strongest sorcerer of today.
Rules and Regulations:
Both sides will be having no prep time.
Both sides dont have knowledge of each other.
The fight takes place at Cadia.
Both sides can use whatever means necessary to win
We will use Rubicon-Primaris Mephiston.
Both sides will be receiving their standard equipment.
Are there any mentions of mephiston dueling somebody with a blade without the use of his psychic powers like precog?
Art by Bosslogic
One of Azrael's best feats is fighting and surviving againts kharn (Remember that azrael could have killed kharn at the same time he will die and kharn can revive so the trade is simply not worth it) Theres also another of feat of azrael fighting typhus and eventually beating him in combat. (This is in the novel "The unforgiven")
Azrael is more of an Leader/strategist but dont forget his also a very good duelist too.
So does asterion moloc have any "feats" to compensate of what Azrael has done?
Lets say the high lords decides to order the minotaurs at full entire chapter strength to invade medusa as the high lords wants the minotaurs to apparently start stealing from their cousins and lets assumed the minotaurs somehow land on the planet itself without getting bombarded from orbit while the IH are prepared for the ground invasion.
Another question is can the minotaurs handle the IH way of mechanized warfare? We know that the IH fields way more armoured vehicles and dreadnoughts than most chapters I supposed.
Also I was inspired by this post:
https://www.reddit.com/r/RavenGuard40k/s/cjuYkbA4fv
And this post which I made:
Lets say the high lords decides to do something REALLY stupid by ordering a minotaurs at full entire chapter strength to attack the rock to unlock is "secrets" and lets assumed the minotaurs somehow land on the rock while the DA are "prepared".
Also which of these 2 packs more unique wargear.
Edit: The reason why I posted this is because I always see people saying that the minotaurs are specializing/very good at killing astartes so I decided to pit them againts the DA as there one of the worst chapter to fight in.
Remember that its not just about the lion martial prowess its also about his strategic and tactical prowess too.
Also we are using OLD MAN lion from the 41st millenium not captain genocide from the 31st millenium.
I also think old man lion would probably accept the xenos of star wars but he will probably be very cautious of it and yall need to remember that the Lion has some relationships with the Watchers in the dark who are also a xenos species do so that checks out too.
The lion will be getting no support from the imperial guard and no support from DA chapters aswell.
Lets also say that the Lion knows about palpatine's "order 66" thanks to the information by the watchers of the dark.
Obviously its not just lighting in the dark. Its also about design, practicality, and which is more "easy" to produce etc etc.
Edit: The RN lantern looks more like a flashlight than a lantern and I wondered if those flashlights use batteries (Dont know if RN produces them) or maybe not.
Another question is which outfit from the two factions is technically more practical in war?
I can imagine chaplain asmodai and other interrogator chaplains wont be pleased.... I can also see Ezekiel would probably be having a hard time accepting the risen but he will accept them to respect his fathers wishes..
As for the grandmasters such as Azrael, Belial and Sammael I think they will also start to slowly accept the risen aswell.
The reason why this specific excerpt is my favorite because it shows that the DA have no concept of honor or glory and they will gladly abandon it to get the job done. I also love that the risen decided to just gang up on him instead of doing a honourable 1v1.
Dont forget that the Lion straight up stabs curze with a dishonourable blow so that checks out too.
Additional: Also during the GC the dark angels are the emperors EXTERMINATORS as such the DA are tasked with the dealing the most dangerous and vile xenos like the khraive or the rangda and these bastards also does not care about honor or glory. This means that the DA (during their great crusade era) will most likely use ANYTHING to defeat their enemy.
Here is the excerpt:
‘Zabriel!’ roared a voice, but that was not one of my brothers coming to my aid. I stumbled to my feet to see the massive form of Markog bearing down on me, his enormous, pale-bladed axe clutched in both hands.
‘I owe you a strike!’ the commander of the Dolorous Guard bellowed, almost jovially. Borz flew at him from his left, his power fist drawn back to lay the traitor out, but Markog was too quick: the haft of his axe lashed out and caught Borz on his helmet’s faceplate, spinning him to the ground, and by the time my brother had regained his feet one of Markog’s warriors had fallen on him from behind with a power knife, and Borz was fully occupied with trying to save his own life.
I dropped my empty bolt pistol and drew my spare, hoping to at least injure him before he closed with me, but the giant’s size belied his speed, and the butt of that damned axe knocked the weapon from my hand before I could fire. I swung my chainsword, but Markog was wearing his helmet this time, and in truth I do not know what I hoped to achieve, given that the last time I decapitated him he simply picked his head back up again. The teeth threw up sparks as they grated against his armour, but in a moment he had brought the haft of his axe down on my arm with such force that I felt both ceramite and the bone within snap, and the chainsword dropped from my grasp. His next blow was a punch that hammered into the cracked armour over my ribs, and even my enhanced pain threshold was momentarily overloaded. I stumbled backwards and fell, and he raised his axe high.
‘I owe you a strike,’ he growled, strange harmonies emanating from behind his helmet’s faceplate, and swung. The pale-bladed axe descended like death, too fast for me to roll clumsily aside from.
The edge stopped a mere finger’s breadth from my helmet seal, but this was not an act of mercy or mockery on my enemy’s behalf. Instead, his weapon was thrown up and back again by the blade of the Terranic greatsword which had intercepted the swing just below the axe’s head.
‘I owe him a strike!’ Markog roared at my saviour. ‘This is a matter of honour!’
‘You think we conquered the galaxy with honour? You children are all the same,’ Galad snorted, and attacked.
The Cenobite’s Cataphractii armour made him a match for Markog in size, and apparently in strength as well: their weapons clashed together, but the commander of the Dolorous Guard was unable to throw Galad away from him, despite his straining. Instead each warrior took a backward step, then swung again. Markog was blisteringly quick, and his axe spun through the air faster than should have been possible, but Galad was his equal, calmly parrying and deflecting as though he knew what strikes were coming even before Markog did. Destroyers fought and bled in the crucible of brutal, close-in killing, with no quarter asked or given, so I was no stranger to the cut and thrust of combat. Seeing Galad at work, however, took me back to when I was a raw recruit, watching my instructors handle their weapons with what seemed at the time to be godlike speed and skill.
But I had no time to gape. I lunged for my dropped pistol, raised it, and opened fire. The bolts detonated on Markog’s leg, arm, and pauldron, and although his armour repaired the damage within moments of it occurring, the impacts knocked him off balance and caused his next strike to miss its mark completely and bite deep into the floor.
‘Cowards!’ Markog roared, just deflecting Galad’s next blow. ‘Fight me–’
He cut off as Launciel appeared on his right, and drove his power sword through Markog’s armour and right through his ribcage. The giant stiffened in what could well have been agony and which might, given what I suspected of his allegiances, possibly be ecstasy, but Galad was in no mood to leave him to the experience uninterrupted. The Terranic greatsword lashed out again, and Markog’s left arm was cut clean from his body, his pauldron severed in two by the disrupting power field and razor-sharp edge of the ancient weapon.
Launciel withdrew his own sword and stepped back from Markog’s clumsy, unbalanced counterstrike. The giant was roaring wordlessly now, his pain and rage too overwhelming for anything else. I rose to my feet and fired another bolt, shattering his helmet just as Galad swung again and took his right arm off as well.
That changed things. The haft of the axe was still clutched in his hand, but Markog’s unnatural resilience vanished now that hand was no longer attached to his body. He staggered, and blood began to drip thickly from his shoulders. It started to clot almost immediately, since he was still a Space Marine with our enhanced biology and healing abilities, but it appeared that it was the weapon itself which had granted him the ability to survive decapitation rather than any innate ability of his own.
‘No!’ he bellowed thickly, and took a step towards Galad.
Galad was clearly taking no chances: he crouched and swung his blade horizontally, and severed both legs with one blow. Markog clattered to the floor with a howl. Galad rose back to his full height, reversed his grip on his sword, and plunged it into Markog’s chest.
Then Zabriel destroys markov like a true destroyer of the dreadwing:
I walked to Markog, and stamped on his helmet. It shattered and fell away to reveal his face, twisted in pain and hatred. He reached up towards me with his unnaturally long tongue, then cackled at me.
‘I will taste your flesh yet, twice-cursed traitor, and you will–’
I emptied the rest of that pistol’s clip into his head without waiting for him to finish, until I had blown a hole in the floor beneath and the legs of my armour were speckled with fine particles of his skin, bone, and brain. Perhaps I should have been more careful about allowing his obviously tainted flesh to touch my armour in such a manner, but I had been a Destroyer – I was a Destroyer – and our enemy’s annihilation always took priority over our own safety.
Note that Magnus has full information about the jedi and the sith when it comes to their ideology, force powers and among others as well.