But the strength of the Death’s Heads and the will of Horus had prepared for this last act of defiance. Behind the main advance walked engines made to do one thing– break other Titans and tear down fortresses. Only the Emperor-class machines were greater in size and destructive power, but these engines had a special purpose and the tools to complete it. Void shield generators blistered on their backs, enough to protect a warship. Fed by chains of reactors, they could cycle and restore their shield integrity without drawing power from their weapons. And what weapons theybore. Layers of batteries and clusters of engine-killing ordnance, guns that could scour armies from their feet. They had not marched to battle in the Great Crusade, the secrets of their making and their might held back by the Mechanicum, perhaps through fear, perhaps as a threat, the jealous hoarding tolerated by the Imperium. The name of their class and pattern had only been spoken in machine code, a scarred cipher that held the kernel of their purpose and divinity. Now as they walked to war, they bore a name in the tongues of those unblessed by knowledge of the machine. Warmaster Titans, they were called, in honour of the one that had brought this new age into being. 战帅级泰坦有着战舰级的虚空盾出力,并且能在恢复护盾的同时保证武器的能量供应