The Astartes Family's Notebook

Katz's emotions intensified.

"To carry out the emperor's will."

The Grey Knight had already guessed Kars's problem.

Katz raised his index finger, first pointing to the sky, then to the ground.

"Where is the empire?"

The Grey Knight remained silent for a moment.

"Wherever humans set foot, that becomes the territory of the empire."

"Are they even human? Tell me, are they even human?"

Katz's desperate questioning was precisely the reason for this large-scale standoff.

The Grey Knight also took off his helmet and held it to his side.

If Kars launches a sneak attack at this moment, according to the first blood rule, he should win.

But more than winning or losing, Kars wanted an answer at that moment.

The Astartes present also wanted an answer.

The torment of humanity spares no Astartes; hating one's own powerlessness is an inevitable part of their growth.

"You are so strong, you are all so strong, why are you unwilling to show them a little mercy? Demigods, we are only half gods, the other half humans."

Karz didn't understand why he was crying. It wasn't because he felt wronged that he couldn't win; it was just that this damn Warhammer world was so difficult.

Why is it so difficult?

No one in the Astartes present would laugh at Katz.

Because they don't deserve it.

Why is Astartes called the Emperor's Angel of Death?

Because the Space Marines brought more destruction than salvation.

The Astartes were already exhausted from killing the Empire's enemies and were truly unable to save it.

“I, Cardo Diego, hereby swear that I have never neglected the duties entrusted to me by the Emperor, and I will never give up on saving any citizen of the Empire. All sacrifices are necessary, and if given a choice, I will begin with the sacrifice of myself.”

Gray Knight Cardo Diego gazed at Kaz and solemnly swore an oath.

"Kaz, I am also an Astartes, a proud Imperial Angel. The Grey Knights are not executioners, but the evil of Chaos must be eradicated."

Kaz understands, he understands, he understands everything, but he's not reconciled.

Finally, Kaz lowered his head, pressed his fist against Cardo Diego's breastplate, and uttered those three words.

"I concede."

Chapter 55 I really deserve to die.

In a man's life, there will always be a few times when he wakes up in the middle of the night and wishes he could slap himself.

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Exhausted and disoriented, Kaz even forgot to retrieve his tactical helmet. He returned to the company formation in a daze, was sent back to the Victory Balance in a daze, and then, in a daze, removed his armor, ate, showered, and slept.

Ordinary people in the empire would inevitably suffer from exhaustion and lethargy for a few days after encountering such a distressing event, but Astartes was no ordinary man; four hours later, he was back to his best.

Twenty minutes later, Kaz woke up with a start, sat up abruptly, slapped himself across the face, and stared blankly at his fist.

Cardo Diego?

A cocky guy?!

I punched that arrogant guy!

I actually washed my hands!

I deserve to die!!!

With tears welling up in his eyes, Kaz lay back down and closed his eyes.

Since things have come to this, let's go to sleep.

Don't blame Kakuzu for shooting Hashirama's kunai from 800 miles away and bragging about it for so many years; that's because you hadn't time-traveled yet.

Now, Kaz has something to brag about: back in the day, I had a one-on-one fight with that guy, and I punched him.

"What a good child. It seems I've been too harsh on him."

Hammurabi, the company chaplain who was observing Kaz through a hidden surveillance camera, couldn't help but sigh.

It wasn't targeted at Kaz, but all the brothers' rest areas in the chapter were equipped with surveillance cameras, including Company Commander Mad Sich and Priest Hammurabi. However, the surveillance cameras on the two of them could only be viewed by each other.

Astartes are man-made supernatural beings. Did the Emperor intentionally or accidentally incorporate subspace elements into their design?

It was probably intentional.

Astartes is both the front line against Chaos and a key target of Chaos' corruption.

Therefore, no amount of exaggeration is excessive when it comes to the purity testing of Astartes.

Even counting from the time it was destroyed and rebuilt, the Desolation Wings is an old chapter with more than two thousand years of history. They are well aware of how bizarre the methods of corruption of Astartes by the warp can be.

So not only the Fourth Company, but the entire battle group doesn't really fall for the idea that ignorance is bliss and hardship leads to enlightenment.

It's just that the fourth one is particularly rebellious.

Compared to the Holy Order, which strictly adheres to the rules and regulations of the Astartes, the Wings of the Wasteland place greater emphasis on discipline and individual awareness.

The best protection is to not give your comrades a chance to make mistakes.

Therefore, the Fourth Company added more entrapment tactics to the basic investigation methods of the battle group.

The seemingly relaxed atmosphere in the company is just a facade; it's actually quite strict. The company doesn't mind if you're a bit careless, but if they notice something's wrong, please understand the company's ruthlessness.

As a supporter of former company commander Epsilon, Hammurabi wouldn't be surprised if he were transferred to Deathwatch at any time.

But he doesn't regret his choice.

Therefore, his rigorous screening of new recruits was his final act of service as the chaplain of the Fourth Company.

No warband priest is immune to being possessed; for a priest not to be possessed is irresponsible towards the entire platoon.

So the slap that Katz delivered in his dream dispelled Hammurabi's suspicions about him.

What a good kid! The future of the Fourth Company rests on his shoulders.

The tournament has ended, and the Astartes have accepted their defeat. The purification operation of Planet Omidas I will be fully managed by the Grey Knights.

The Black Templars left, and their visit wasn't in vain. They took half of an Imperial Navy fleet, which was about half the size of a star sector. The Grand Marshal was busy fighting the orcs, so he didn't stand on ceremony.

The Sons of Guilliman have also left. They came to support the Grand Master of the Inquisition, and now that the matter has been resolved satisfactorily, they have exchanged contact information with the White Scars and the Wings of Desolation, and have departed as well.

Only Zhu Dan was left to finish up.

It wasn't that the white scar was being paranoid; rather, it was the events of the Moon of Shame that had tarnished the reputation of the Inquisition and the Grey Knights themselves.

If he were to leave, and the Grey Knight were to turn around and eliminate the four members of the Desolate Wings, Zhu Dan.han dared not imagine the extent of the subsequent consequences.

If all the Grey Knights were Astartes of the same caliber as Kaldor Diego, then the Desolation Wings would not have had the chance to leave any survivors to petition the Holy Terra.

Now that we're here, let's get things done. Zhu Dan Khan isn't afraid of the Gray Knights taking a series of attacks on the White Scar.

He was confident he could take on Cardo Diego head-on; his comrade-in-arms was an elite veteran of the White Scar Company.

As mentioned in the opening introduction, to manage a battle group well, one needs to be adept at interpersonal relationships and social interactions.

You, Grey Knight, said you were coming to inspect the Chaos Corruption on the Desolation Wings' ships. Who the hell are you? Inspecting them? What gives you the audacity?

The same thing, just said in a different way.

Brothers of the Wasteland Wings, we Grey Knights are your psionic elder brothers, here to help you appraise the treasures you've acquired in Omidas' Nest for free. How about it?

Oh dear, look at the mess this has made! It's so embarrassing. Kaz, you have no sense at all. Go make some tea! Tea, bring the tea, bring the best tea!

To put it bluntly, what the Fourth Company fears is not the purity test, but the ship full of illicit goods that cannot be exposed to the light of day.

Now that the Grey Knights can issue certificates to launder the accounts, sharing the profits is no big deal. If you have your eye on something, tell me, which stolen item dares to argue that it's not corrupted by Chaos? We, the Wastewing, will beat it until it confesses.

The Fourth Company's style is truly...unique. The Grey Knights who boarded the ship for inspection didn't care about these ordinary items; they were genuinely there to inspect the Chaos Corruption.

As a result, after the inspection, the Grey Knights' impression of the Desolate Wings Chapter improved.

Aside from a few dangerous items that exhibited psionic reactions, the Grey Knights were unable to detect any further traces of Chaos Corruption.

This company is surprisingly clean.

The matter should have ended there, but Katz stirred things up again.

"Wait, I have another question."

Cardo Diego didn't come, but the other Grey Knights also had a good impression of this compassionate fighting brother.

"What's the problem? Ask away."

Kaz hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the company commander, leaving Motor Sich completely bewildered.

“When we wiped out the World Eater Gang, we confiscated a set of Terminator armor. You can’t pretend you don’t remember that.”

"..."

Even through his helmet, the gray knight leading the group could tell he hesitated to speak, then hesitated again, and finally spoke with great exasperation.

"We can't return that set to you, but we'll get you a different one."

NICE!

Motor Sich could barely suppress a smile; he decided to turn around and award Katz his third company commendation.

At this point, the matter is basically truly over.

The fate of Omidas's Nest City has been taken over by the Grey Knights and the Mechanicus. The Desolation Wings have fought for it and have done right by the Emperor and their own conscience.

Zhu Dan, with white scars, left, and Desolate Wings was also preparing to leave.

However, Inquisitor Odachi and his immortal mentor came to visit again in that Stormhawk.

"Please don't leave yet, everyone. I have a deal worth three frigates. Are you interested, Captain Motor Sich?"

Chapter 56 A New Storm is Appearing

Clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as they are.

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It's just a frigate, isn't it?

Do you really think our Wings of Desolation are little Karamis and your Inquisition is a big water pipe?

Tell me where, who to chop, and how many to chop.

Kaz was stunned by the company commander's posture.

It's just three frigates, is it really necessary?

Yes, it is.

After seeing off the judge and his apprentice duo, Kaz took a moment to ask the ship commander about this issue.

He then realized that the Imperial Navy knowledge he had learned at the Frankish No. 3 was somewhat superficial.

The Empire's naval ship types, from top to bottom, are battleships, battlecruisers, heavy cruisers, light cruisers, frigates, and destroyers.

Destroyers are the smallest type of ship, capable of subspace navigation.

However, when it comes to combat sailing speed, the rankings need to be reversed.

GW is just a company that sells chess pieces. They don't know anything about space navigation. They're just reminiscing about their glorious era of an invincible navy with their asses, and they've even come up with the ridiculous joke that battleships are slower than other ship types.

In space, big is good, big is beautiful, big is strong, big is fast.

Battleships are only inferior to smaller ships because of their large mass, which results in greater inertia from their kinetic energy. However, with their straight-line throttle fully engaged, how dare your AE86 try to compete with my Xiaomi SU7?

Previously, Kaz was a big fan of battleships and fantasized that if he could become a battleship leader, he would one day have power in his hands and the entire battalion would be equipped with battleships, and no light cruisers or anything below that would be worthy of joining the battleship.

Typical symptoms of a video game victim.