The Astartes Family's Notebook

The judge had originally anticipated that only one strike cruiser would arrive.

Although it was just a wonderful misunderstanding, neither party involved offered any further explanation.

For Omidas, who lacked the Void Shield of the Hive, the Luna-class cruiser sent by the Sector Fleet alone was an invincible force they could not contend with.

Intelligence indicates that the poorly maintained hive energy shield, under the saturation bombardment of the Luna-class cruisers, will at most last three days before its machinery overloads.

The Victory Balance and the Pioneer Star are mainstay ships specializing in ground attack. If the Astartes were to unleash its full firepower, coupled with the support of the Luna-class ships, the Nest City's energy shield would only last for half a day at most.

Moreover, the Fourth Company is a relatively well-equipped Astartes company. How could the generator set that destroys the energy shield function of the hive city during an infiltration operation possibly fail?

Even if Motor Sich dared to be modest, Odachi wouldn't believe it.

So there's nothing new to it; the stubborn rebels still operate on the same bandit mentality.

They hid a deadly missile in the core industrial area of ​​the city.

The Empire's style is so unique. In other stories, a high-yield tactical nuclear missile, which would be enough to destroy the world, would be a weapon of mass destruction that could turn the tide of war.

However, for the Imperial hive, and for the Imperial's unfathomable materials science, a single imploding Deathstrike missile was not even enough to damage the hive's structural stability.

Imperial technology, isn't it amazing?

Therefore, the hardline rebels directly threatened the industrial capacity of the capital, the fence-sitters tried to profit from both sides, and those who were determined to return to the empire were already prepared to use their "old buddies" to gain official recognition.

Whether Nafar's 1st to 130th regiments have combat effectiveness is irrelevant; what matters is their posture.

Simply using a virus bomb as a threat of extinction can easily lead to an ineffective intimidation tactic of "come in or come out."

Only by adopting the posture of an amphibious assault can the empire demonstrate its resolve.

Was it really the last straw that broke the camel's back?

It was out of fear of the camel owner.

Camels would rather die from exhaustion than shake off the cargo they carry.

Because straw won't kill camels, but camel owners will actually eat meat.

After Baldwin, a legitimate psionicist of the Empire with a double degree in communications technology and electronic fortune-telling, used the Imperial Tarot to divine a very auspicious outcome, promising a chicken dinner that night, Odachi made up his mind to close the communication channel and enter the stage of military intervention.

However, the Empire was unaware that deep within the hive capital, in the deadly ruins that even the lowest hive scavengers refused to set foot in, lay hidden a refuge built by those cultists.

Makarius's viral bomb sent the cultists and innocent gene-stealers to their deaths in the heavens, but the warp ritual that was forced to be interrupted was not destroyed.

The prince wizard serving the Khorne War Gang suppressed his contempt and explained to the rabbit-eared lord.

"The reality of this planet is thick, and the waves of the High Heavens can hardly sweep across the world. The Empire's viral bombs have inadvertently strengthened the power of the Father. The souls that should have been sacrificed to the Brass Throne have been directed to the Nurgle Gardens. It will take more time to repair the sacrificial ritual."

Damn it, he shouldn't have been greedy for such a small reward. The wizard of the Emperor's Son was already having a terrible time with this World Eater War Gang leader.

When they were hiring, they said the person would be there to preside over a simple sacrificial ceremony. They received the initial payment, but when they arrived at the location, they found...

Damn it, you're asking a Chaos Wizard who believes in Slaanesh to correct the problem of the Khorne sacrificial ritual being misled by the Corpse King's lackeys and directing souls to Nurgle's Garden.

Hmm, is it too late to get a refund now?

They couldn't win in a fight, they dared not run away, and they couldn't fix it properly.

These idiots with butcher's nails in their brains really have no correct understanding of warp magic.

The Chaos Wizard's explanation received no positive feedback, and the rabbit-eared hunk responded as follows.

“Your time is running out. The Lord doesn’t care where the blood flows, and neither do I. Don’t think that the name of Fugrim is useful. I’ve paid, you’ve received payment, the contract is in effect, and the Serpent Lord won’t stand up for you.”

Faced with his life in danger, the Slaanesh wizard's loyalty wavered, and he began to irresistibly entertain the thought of praying to the Lord of Change for protection.

Please help! Please help, whether it's the Dark Prince or Tzeentch, please help!

Chapter 29 Fire Emblem

If you ponder for a long time and desire to know, and if you are thirsty for knowledge, then you should not be troubled by the sages, the wicked, or the extraordinary.

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Making a living in the Empire is difficult, but begging for food in Chaos is even harder, and it's even more difficult without a Chaos wizard who has pledged his faith to Tzeentch.

If it were a chaotic, traitorous Space Marine think tank, it wouldn't be so bad, because before you joined, at least the bosses were willing to make empty promises to you.

If one were to believe in the chaos wizards Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Khorne, the consequences would be far more serious than they seem.

Normally, no Chaos Wizard would believe in Khorne. The Skull Lord looks down on those who play with Chaos magic and would not bestow blessings related to Chaos magic.

But I can't resist the fact that the Astartes' think tank has sided with Chaos. Psionic power is my talent, beheading is my hobby, the Empire exploits my talents, Khorne is my idol, Blood God, I love you!

Even Khorne would smile with satisfaction when faced with such an extraordinary madman.

However, these extraordinary eccentrics are even rarer than the Primarchs. If the Chaos Astartes of the World Eater Legion want to get involved in anything related to psionics, they usually have to outsource the work.

Unfortunately, while there are many warps, the Chaos sphere is actually quite small. Reputable Thousand Sons wizards not only charge high prices but also have full schedules, while wizards who trust Nurgle have conflicting mission objectives, raising questions about their credibility.

Between the Tzeentch faction and the Slaanesh faction, the cash-strapped Warband leader chose the seemingly easy-to-bully Prince of the Emperor wizard.

For no other reason than that Slaanesh is easier to kill than Tzeentch. If he dares to play tricks on me, I'll just chop him up with one stroke, and I won't even have to pay the final payment.

And the treacherous Astartes were notoriously difficult to kill.

However, the Butcher's Nail's chariots failed to consider one crucial question: Tzeentch is the god of sorcery, so what exactly is the nature of the Chaos Wizard who believes in Slaanesh?

The Lord of All Changes is petty and narrow-minded. He offended the treacherous and still wants to make things better.

Mutox's idea was simple: to please the Blood God and satisfy himself.

I've forgotten where I learned about this planet, Omidas II.

It does not matter.

The important thing is that it is located in a remote area (not a subspace route node).

The population is large (compared to the importance of the planet, three billion is already a lot).

There is only one hive city in the entire world, and more than 90% of the population is concentrated in the hive city.

What a chosen slaughterhouse!

Once the ritual of sacrificing to the Blood God is completed, and the Nest City is under control, the gates will be locked.

Just imagining the wonderful scene of leading his brothers in a bloody massacre makes Butcher's Nail tremble.

It's decided, you're the one, Vibis. Go and fix the sacrificial ritual.

While any act of killing may please Khorne, whether the Blood God will reward you with blessings depends on his mood.

Therefore, sacrificial rituals are necessary.

Without a sacrificial ceremony, it's like doing the boss's side job; whether you do it well or poorly depends entirely on the boss's word.

Having a sacrificial ceremony is equivalent to officially connecting with the company, and the brass throne serves as a guarantee for the company's image.

If Mutox meets his KPIs, it's not unimaginable that he could be promoted directly to the Demon Prince.

Alas, the world has misunderstood us world-devourers far too much, always thinking we are mindless brutes. It truly breaks my heart to see my extraordinary wisdom go to waste.

Through the Infinite Gate, a spell granted by the Dark Prince, the Prince Wizard Vebis, along with Mutox and his Warband, arrived deep within Omidas's lair, where they followed the lingering effects of warp magic to find the site of the interrupted ritual, which also served as an emergency refuge.

Those qualified to hide here are naturally cult leaders.

For Astartes, interrogation techniques were actually a suboptimal approach; directly extracting brain matter was the most efficient solution.

Even a brainstem that has dried up and shriveled into a lump, Mutox can still chew and taste. Can an ordinary Space Marine do that?

This is the Blood God's love for me!

Oh, so it turns out that an alien has infiltrated the cult.

So despite having ample food and drinking water, this cult that believed in the Blood God did not last until the end, and all of them died in the shelter.

Mutox didn't care about the Xenomorph's whereabouts. In the end, all the creatures in the entire hive would drown in his own blood. The ending was already decided, and the process didn't matter.

But when the sorcerer, the son of the emperor, began to inspect the sacrificial ritual, his face turned completely green.

It turned green in a literal sense.

Why did the offerings, which were meant to be sacrifices to the God of Blood, end up with Nurgle's Garden reaping the souls of the sacrifices?

After pulling a Nurgle from his brain and crushing it, Vebis felt much better.

After seeking answers from Slaanesh, the great Dark Prince resolved Vebis's doubts.

This was originally a gift from the followers of Nurtle to the Father.

The judge Rector who proposed the use of the extermination order to Macarius had already embraced his loving father.

Rector, a devout follower of Nurgle, did not stand in the way; instead, he led the ritual to corrupt Macarius.

With a multitude of experts surrounding the Warlord, the Inquisitor was unable to set up the ceremony on the ship and could only intercept the Khorne cultists on the planet halfway.

As a result, although Markarius, who issued the extermination order, did not do so voluntarily, he effectively sacrificed all life on an entire planet to his benevolent father, Nurgle.

Unable to resist making his own "hissing" sounds, Vebis felt immense satisfaction upon learning the secret hidden beneath the surface. At this moment, he was absolutely certain that the Dark Prince doted on him.

What happiness! Only the saint, the treacherous, and the extraordinary can possess it!

Satisfying his thirst for knowledge did not help Vibis solve his current predicament.

Because Mutox didn't tell him when he came that the Empire's punitive fleet was over the hive.

The achievement of enabling a mortal to directly ascend to the status of a demon prince was merely to deepen the connection between Markarius and Nurgle; this sacrificial ritual was utterly unacceptable.

Fortunately, Mutox didn't understand any of this; the World Eaters only wanted a result.

This gave Vibis enough room to maneuver.

Modifying the code of Shithill is beyond the capabilities of the Chaos Wizard Vebis; it's a Chaos ritual that directly leads to Nurgle Gardens.

However, Vebis could still shut down the blood god sacrifice ritual that Nurgle had forcibly twisted and interrupted.

Because the Chaos Ritual is different from the Chaos Blessing. The Blessing is like a private stash of money given by the destructive powers, while the Ritual is a formal procedure that directly connects to the divine kingdom.

Even the most unscrupulous Tzeentch Archdeacon, when responding to a ritual with the Crystal Labyrinth as the mailing address, would still wear a suit and tie and earnestly try to deceive and ambush the target.

This is a matter of attitude.

Although Nurgle intercepted the deal, the ritual was based on the Brass Throne system.

Vibis carefully recalled what the corresponding ritual of Khorne was, and while cautiously deleting the underlying code of the interrupted sacrificial ceremony, he also created a new folder on it and copied it using CTRL+V.

Khorne didn't care who shed the blood, and naturally, he wouldn't care that the Slaanesh wizard's minor transgression had offended him.

As the purple flames representing the Dark Prince transformed into a bewitching blue, the Prince Wizard, immersed in the ocean of knowledge, was once again certain that he was a genius.

Such a brilliant plan, such a brilliant scheme—only a genius like me could handle it so skillfully!

Vibis's eyes were devoid of worldly concerns; all that remained was the lingering taste of magical energy flowing through his fingertips.

The intense sensory stimulation made the emperor's son want to let out a soft moan.

Who else!

Chapter 30 The Foreign Monk Was Actually Me

"The place we're going to doesn't require us to keep our eyes open." — Dr. Wei, *Surface of a Black Hole*

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Subspace, the beginning of humanity's dreams, and also the end of shattered ideals.

Subspace has many different names depending on the race and cultural background.

Heaven, Hell, Vap, Sea of ​​Souls, Sea of ​​Chaos, Supreme Heaven, Void Land, Chaotic Demon Realm.

However, to the Empire, the warp is the warp.

The great Warmaster Horus once said: "Those warp beings are nothing but 'aliens,' merely life forms we do not yet understand. They are not organic beings, but extradimensional, influencing this real universe in ways that appear to us as 'witchcraft.' You could call them supernatural, if you prefer. So we may use these outdated terms to describe them: demons, fairies, possessors, or altered beings. But we must remember that there are no gods, no terrifying demons, and no evil apostles in that darkness. The universe is not inherently evil, nor does it possess eternal malice. To target it is too vast and pointless. There are only some non-human beings there who are our enemies, and our mission is to fight and destroy them."

It was clear that the Empire's first War General was wrong, and that's why he died.

Ten thousand years have passed. The human empire has weathered ten thousand years of turmoil since its establishment.

Although humanity still does not understand the warp, the Empire has developed a set of effective countermeasures after suffering countless setbacks.

And some related but “insignificant” technological advancements were achieved.

Motor Sich is the most qualified to speak on this point.