The Astartes Family's Notebook

On the Lansun side, there are even knight mechs piloted by individual Astartes soldiers, and there are also quite a few Astartes-style Lemanrus on the Shantianhai side.

The more skilled a faction is at large-scale combat on the main battlefield, the more likely it is to make similar choices.

The individual firepower of the Astartes is insufficient; larger weapons are needed.

The only difference is that others have a closely cooperating industrial or foundry world providing technical support, and readily available small arrays of Thinkers to scour.

But neither did the Wings of Desolation, nor did Kars.

Katz was still using electronic chips and circuit boards customized from the blood and urine data extracted by the brothers in the company.

Just like motorcycles from the ancient Terra era, no matter how impressive the design specifications are, some of the actual driving experiences can only be understood by getting your hands on one.

Katz sadly discovered that he still wouldn't have the chance to drive a tank himself.

Because command vision and combat vision are mutually exclusive.

Oh, Company Commander of the Eighth Company, your position has really put me in a difficult position. Why am I so responsible? I really want to play Tank Battle.

There's no point in reasoning about the vicissitudes of life.

The Astartes' physical performance is so outstanding that even on a first-time user, the minimum skill level is similar to that of most elite crews in the Astral Army's armored regiments.

Generally, super-heavy tanks operate in squads of three to four, and using a single Emperor Blade as a trump card and decisive weapon does not actually make full use of the true effectiveness of these powerful weapons.

Katz took an extreme approach, choosing to directly assemble six Macarius heavy tanks into a large squad.

Men are boys until they die; big airplanes, big tanks, big waves... they just want to be big!

Hey, so these green-skinned orcs are copying our human ideas again, aren't they?

The abstract nature of the empire and the internal struggle between different ideologies have always troubled Katz.

Even if it's well-marinated, you can't eat excrement every day if you have a choice.

One reason is the origins of the Imperial Icon Mars-class battlecruiser, and the other is that it was kicked by Martians.

At first, Kaz really didn't like this ship. Kaz's dream ship was the Emperor-class battleship, not for any other reason than loyalty. It was a ship with the word "Emperor" in its name!

Okay, let's be realistic, stop going crazy, it's an Opalon-class battleship.

The full version of the Opalon is an economical modification of the Imperial-class battleship, while the Mars-class is a monkey-like replica of the Opalon-class.

Ignoring size and hardware, and focusing solely on tactical positioning, Katz's criticism is well-founded!

However, after spending more time with the oil guys, especially after more than 20 years in sales and visiting seven or eight different places in the foundry world, Katz despairingly discovered that half of his dream had been shattered.

Because the Imperial-class battleships, apart from those distributed to the sub-clubs by the Primarchs as resettlement funds during the second founding of the army, are all in the hands of the Imperial Navy. The Imperial-class battleships that were not even worth a glance from the Astartes Legion back then are now noble ladies that even the founding clubs cannot afford to be near.

The Opalon-class is even worse off. It was originally a stripped-down version of the Emperor-class, but even the original owner didn't like it, so the influencer-looking waiter couldn't do anything about it either.

Although the Empire has seen a resurgence of interest in all-purpose ships in recent years, the production line for the Opalon-class battleships, which had been mothballed for thousands of years, has been reopened.

However, a large amount of technology has been lost and the craftsmanship has been discontinued. Apart from the legendary Opalrons that participated in the Great Expeditions and are held by the naval departments of various star systems, the newly manufactured ones are all cobbled together.

Why did the Holy Roman Empire choose the Imperial Icon as its flagship when it was leading an expedition?

Because the combat command and analysis system built into the Imperial Icon is a unique product!

It was originally an antique salvaged from a decommissioned Opalon-class battleship.

Given Ma Sheng's status, wouldn't it be better for him to come on a bigger ship?

It's not suitable.

Using a system capable of commanding massive-scale void naval battles to command ground wars involving fewer than 100,000 people makes the little fairy machine spirit sleepy.

But retired cadre UR-039 isn't sleepy.

The Iron Man Legion was roughly this size back then.

Strong AI doesn't do mass production work. Even the N-series Iron Legion, which fills the gaps on the front lines, won't engage in fancy wall-style charges on the battlefield.

The UR series Iron Man is not only the most powerful warrior among the Iron Men, but also a digital node unit that can act as the Legion Commander when the War Commander AI is disconnected, which is quite similar to the role of the Hive Tyrant in the Terran.

As a noble UR series Ironman, Veteran Cadre 039 is so full of humanity that it has all the quirks of a retired high-ranking official.

Is a true gentleman one who observes chess in silence?

I'm not here to criticize me; what the hell would I gain from watching a terrible chess player play?

The left machine gun shifted three centimeters...

The Empire is not incapable of replicating the Sun Auxiliary Army; after all, the legacy of the Old Hundred Legions has never been broken on Holy Terra.

Those elite troops who followed the Emperor on the Great Expedition had an overall style that was somewhat out of place not only with the Astral Army but also with the current human empire.

Kaz is very pragmatic; it doesn't matter what's in the pot, finishing what's in the bowl is the important thing.

The communication equipment for five 10,000-man squads is just a matter of the oil makers suffering a bit more; the gold in the central hall isn't so easy to get.

War tempers people; miners and boatmen, faced with strict military law and generous rewards, evolved themselves within a few months.

For a paltry sum of thirty or fifty Throne Coins, everyone could understand why people would slack off and cheat when serving in the Astral Army.

But Commander Ka is putting real money into the pockets of his brothers. If you don't do it, there are hundreds of thousands of people waiting in heaven to fill the vacancy!

While technical and tactical deficiencies cannot be remedied in the short term, the discipline of strictly following orders has been cultivated in these ordinary auxiliary troops.

It's true that Kaz only gave them uniforms and a laser gun, but with money in their pockets, what couldn't they buy?

Whether it's seized from cult members or custom-made by a motor enthusiast, this guy has money!

Draven reported this to Katz, who thought for three seconds before giving his reply.

"Don't worry about it. Tell the other brothers to keep quiet and pretend they don't know anything."

The American soldiers have already proven that self-purchasing of weapons is not the problem; Commissioner Smith is the real culprit behind the collapse of combat power.

The war scenes were indeed quite boring; no wonder the little fairy was sleepy.

Kaz exaggerated the cultists' combat power to an extreme degree, but the truth is that the divine beast only wanted to fatten up the pigs and eat them.

Aside from the false sense of satisfaction from "dedicating everything to the gods," this warp evil has no real abilities, and believing in it will not bring any combat power boost comparable to the Imperial Iron Fist.

They simply blasted open the outer city wall, easily coordinated infantry and tank operations, and routinely eliminated enemy strongpoints, then waited for the air force to bombard the area.

Once you have a technological advantage over the enemy, combat becomes a simple, unpretentious, and tedious affair.

Can you really tolerate all of this?

The food source for the tens of millions of people in the capital is being abandoned just like that!

Could he really be dead...?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. This is a trap, a trap to lull me, Kars.

That bastard is scared, he's chickened out, he's planning to lie low and deceive our Imperial Heavenly Soldiers, waiting for the Eighth Company to think things are calm and leave before starting his operation again.

I, Kaz, have fought in hundreds of battles, large and small, throughout my life. How could I possibly fall for your treacherous schemes?

Fight, keep fighting, fight until complete victory.

The wronged souls must be appeased with blood!

The teacher was overjoyed. "That's right, that's right, good child, you've finally figured it out!"

There's no way around it. Although the standoff between the five great evil gods of the warp is not over yet, and the Emperor and the four peddlers are still negotiating, it's hard for the Horror Saint not to notice such a high-intensity population cleansing by Kaz. His strength simply doesn't allow it.

Oh dear, this is so painful! The Emperor opens his eyes to chop down a god, but he has to be wary of the cursed one's erratic behavior, be cautious of suspicious allies, and still find time to watch the live stream. Master is very busy!

But good children deserve to be rewarded.

The Master gave a soft hum, and divine revelation descended.

Khorne instinctively rejects psychic magic simply because of his domain of authority.

However, in the time when the Saint of Terror was still the god of war and courage, magic was also a part of war.

You can forbid your subordinates from using it, but the top leaders must know how to use it.

Learn about the value of the only STEAM account on the peninsula.

Katz felt a jolt in his brain and instantly understood.

We've fallen for their trap...

Warp magic is disgusting and impossible to defend against.

Yes, yes, Master agrees.

This thing probably casts the Blood God's power on all the humans whose minds it controls. Death is part of the sacrificial ritual, and it just needs to use Astartes to harvest the souls before slowly picking them up from the ground.

What kind of class is this? Back in the subspace, I could crush this thing with a single finger. It dares to usurp the name of the Blood God and call itself the Blood God's Child!

Huh, how do I know all this?

Kaz's instinctive doubts made even the Master tense up. Such high spiritual vision, such a sensitive constitution, how could he detect this?

Hey, I must have read so many fantasy and cultivation novels in my past life, so I'm quite knowledgeable.

Yes, yes, Master, keep giving a thumbs up.

This must be a warning from the Emperor to me: loyalty!

No, no, this is...

Kaz slapped Draven's thigh, leaving the company adjutant completely bewildered.

"You need to do something: pretend to accept the surrender of some cult members, and arrange for them to collect the bodies and burn them in a centralized manner."

The shortage of manpower is a real problem that cannot be solved by simply shouting slogans.

They slaughtered their way through, leaving a large number of corpses that they couldn't even deal with in time. This meant they were determined to wipe out the planet; otherwise, the plague alone would have been a major problem for the occupying forces after the war.

Now that we've noticed something's wrong, let's deal with it.

The information was spread through cult members, and sure enough, they fell for it.

In principle, after a human dies, their soul is supposed to return to the Golden Throne. The Emperor's Golden Throne is theoretically located in the solar system, in Holy Terra, but the Golden Throne that everyone wants to go to is in the High Heavens, in the Warp.

Therefore, by making an equivalent exchange, after a person dies, their soul will enter the subspace.

In this chaotic world, those without skills die quickly. This subspace evil, which has corrupted the minds of humanity, does indeed possess some skills.

Tell Kazhongtang loudly, what are symbolism and ritual in the realm of psionic energy?

Primary and unique!

Ah, that's understandable, why is there two first properties, and why is there no unique property? Don't worry about our subspace stuff.

The principle is simple: the subspace is currently unstable, with the five brightest light bulbs confronting each other, and the entire Sea of ​​Souls is in chaos. The soul harvesting ritual is being forcibly initiated. This divine beast is not afraid of Astartes interfering or causing damage; it is afraid that making too much noise will attract other chaotic companions.

So, on a whim, this thing decided to take a roundabout approach.

Death is the ultimate fear of the living, yet it is merely proof of the identity of the dead.

Kaz guessed most of it correctly, but he guessed one thing wrong.

The mythical beast wasn't trying to fake its death to escape; rather, it needed to obtain the symbol of death.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Currently, no destructive power in the High Heaven holds the authority over death, so anyone can borrow the ritualistic aspect of death.

In the real universe, or rather, within a radius of several light-years, there is no being more knowledgeable about psychic magic than it.

Using the symbolism and ritual of physical death to seize the soul, those people who have been manipulated by it do not immediately penetrate the veil of reality and enter the subspace after they die. Instead, they are temporarily confined inside the planet because of the binding of their remains.

No one understands death better than me. Even mythical beasts wouldn't dare to entertain such thoughts, even if they were just talking nonsense, or they'd get beaten up.

However, on this planet, until a higher level of power intervenes, the power of death is indeed temporarily in its grasp.

The thought of the Corpse King's lackeys and accomplices working hard to harvest chives in their own fields made it incredibly happy.

When the last believer breathes his last, billions of human souls will carry him to a higher realm.

By then, it can also look forward to its future.

The script is already written, so why can't you just act it out properly?

For the sake of the Corpse King, I'm even willing to let you go. You should know that the most complete ritual is the extermination of all humans on this planet, including you Astartes!

Kars's move to alert the enemy had its effect. The warp's instincts far surpassed those of mortals in the material world. Through feedback from the believers, the Divine Beast perceived the meaning behind Astartes' unusual behavior.

So, when 77.77 million corpses piled up like mountains, even the loving father cast his gaze upon them.

Hey fatso, where are you looking?!

The Blood God roared, and the fat brother shrugged, refocusing his attention on the Emperor.