The Astartes Family's Notebook

Damn, this kind of future emperor would be laughing in his sleep.

As expected of Astartes, chosen by the weasel and the second oldest of the dinosaurs, it is cruel and cunning, cunning and cruel.

Oh, this rascal seems to have some kind of entanglement with those two orcs from the "Gao Mao Brothers."

Difficult to assess.

"Brother Samar, on behalf of..."

"Didn't Abaddon teach you manners? The Amaterasu brothers are the warband leaders of the Stick of Truth. Don't you know any better?"

Take a deep breath...

Although Kars was the undisputed leader of the Staff of Truth faction, he never challenged Amaterasu's authority.

This is something that even the founding members of the gang, including Gasi, acknowledged. The Samar brothers were genuinely magnanimous, not just putting on an act.

The key logic is self-consistent.

The Samar brothers were reluctant to give up their base in the Empire and would eventually have to return to the real universe to continue their undercover work.

Therefore, he needs to eat clean food, drink clean water, and wear clean equipment to guard against thieves from within.

A typical Chaos Astartes doesn't remove their helmets because they don't trust their fellow warriors; if they don't even dare let anyone see their face, how can they be trusted?

But it's only natural that the Samar brothers don't take off their helmets. Everyone knows what kind of people Chaos Canned Food are. What kind of class do you think you are, daring to expect to face your father face-to-face?

The envoy also harbored the intention of sowing discord, just as he had provoked the Reaper faction by asking to see Typhons, the true master of the Deathguard, in front of Mortalian.

However, Kaz is an Astartes who can navigate the complex web of power structures within the Empire, and the Chaos Warband's little tricks are simply no match for him.

The infighting within the Eye of Fear is too simplistic; for true infighting tactics, look to our Human Empire.

“Brother Amaterasu, Brother Abaddon asked me to give you his regards.”

As an envoy, one must be assertive when necessary and timid when appropriate; this is simply a professional characteristic. One cannot be a plenipotentiary envoy if one is concerned with saving face.

Amaterasu remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was secretly pleased.

You didn't call me "Little A" before, but now you call me "Boss A." You're treating me differently depending on who you are.

Although Amaterasu possesses the rationality of a mature Chaos Wizard, the humiliation he suffered as a henchman in the Black Legion cannot be faked. Returning home in glory is like wearing fine clothes in the dark; he chatted with Abaddon's former confidant, a man of great power and influence. Heh heh, although the conversation was pointless, it was still quite enjoyable.

As for Katz, he was really watching the game seriously.

Two hundred people against one hundred, and they still beat Huaiyanzhe so badly, it would be hard for them to lose.

Luo Jia is known for not taking things seriously. It's not easy to mess with the Word Bearers under the Legion's organization, but it's fine to beat up a solo Word Bearer if you want. The Eye of Fear isn't so fussy.

We just killed over thirty Whisperers, and the opposing team surrendered.

He's a complete bachelor.

Can't we just not be single? There aren't as many people as the Staff of Truth, and the Dark Apostles are being suppressed by the psionicists of the Staff of Truth. Even the Hell Dragon and Hell Beast were destroyed by Kaz. If we don't surrender, we're just waiting to die.

But even if you invest, you might not survive.

Every war guild that was merged into [Destroyer's Blade] knew that the Staff of Truth did not accept trash, especially the first war guild to be merged, the Slaughterers, whose Chaos Cans were full of superiority.

At the time, the Stick of Truth was newly established and desperately needed manpower, so I reluctantly pulled off an eleven-draw kill. Brother Samar, he really... I cried my eyes out...

Later on, choosing between two or three options became the norm.

Apart from Astartes who were on regular tactical duty, the rest of the Warband members had come to the arena to watch this civil war among the Word Bearers.

Fight! Fight now! I want to see rivers of blood!

The Celestial Venerable was both delighted and troubled. That bastard Kaz really pleased me; he had so much to do, so many things to do, so exciting and enjoyable to watch.

Having lost the Scepter of Destiny, it will take some effort to shield oneself from the prying eyes of Krona from the perspective of destiny. This brat is still busy with deathmatches in the octagon all day long, and doesn't even know how to show some consideration for this Heavenly Venerable.

We have to resort to octagon deathmatches; the more complex the faction composition, the better the stability.

Only by smashing the mountaintop can Kars command these Chaos traitors.

If half a company of Huaiyanzhe really joined them like this, will they want to compete for the position of gang leader in the future?

They have to make their own people fight each other, get their hands stained with the blood of their brothers, before they can calm down and integrate into the scepter of truth.

So when half of the Word Bearers had finished their deathmatch, Kaz stood up.

"You, you, you, and you, I'll give you a chance. Kill me, and you can take the position of second-in-command."

Without giving the speaker a chance to speak, Kaz leaped up and jumped directly from the audience into the octagon.

Logically speaking, there were still more than thirty Word Bearers in the Deathmatch Zone at this time. Although they did not have direct lethal weapons such as bomb guns and power swords, they should have been able to overwhelm Kars by attacking them all at once.

But humans are inherently selfish, especially the Chaos Astartes.

Now that we're on land, why bother with all this pointless nonsense that doesn't help us survive?

Apart from the four Word Bearers who were singled out by Kaz, the other Chaos Cans in the arena silently retreated to the edge of the iron cage, and some even sat down to indicate that they had no further thoughts.

"Lord Samar, I bet on you to win!"

"Do you even know how to open a trading account?"

"I bet Lord Samar will kill them all within a minute."

"I won't follow."

The Black Legion's envoy glanced in their direction, and Amaterasu smiled slightly.

"Let's watch the game first."

Well then, I'll just have to comply.

The envoy was genuinely curious about what kind of Astartes the "Destroyer of Destruction" was.

Kaz Samar, an Astartes who graduated alive from the Frankish Third Division, a recruit king who was trained by top experts as soon as he entered the company, an instructor who participated in recruit training since his veteran days, and a ruthless man who, after becoming a company commander, drilled recruits on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, beat up veterans on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and conducted tactical drills for the whole company on weekends.

While other companies' Astartes training in free fighting is a company regulation, Katz genuinely enjoys it from the bottom of his heart.

On the battlefield, taking on four opponents at once is called arrogance; in the arena, taking on four opponents at once is called stretching your muscles.

Fun fact: Kars has been eating better at the Stick of Truth these days than he did at the Desolation Wings.

Because in the Imperial Army, officers and soldiers are one, and company commanders and new recruits have the same political status, so they cannot be given special treatment in terms of food.

However, in the Chaos Warband, the big brother should be treated like a big brother. The red and blue buffs should belong to the big brother from the second refresh. He can eat the minions on all three lanes as he pleases. You should stay away and not take my tower plate bounty.

Okay (laughs)!

Kaz even obtained a number of exclusive recipes for ancient ceramic porridge from the Chaos traitors, leaving the loyalists of the Empire with mixed feelings.

This Eye of Fear is starting to feel more and more like the Endless Abyss. For legendary figures, the terrifying place for mortals is like visiting a brothel. They can come and go as they please, taking whatever they want.

The duel itself was not suspenseful. Apart from a few direct descendants who maintained the legion system, Chaos Cans basically did not pay much attention to daily training. The bad cans that could stand out were all the kind with extraordinary talents. There were too many senior disciples like Kas who were loyal and upright and had poor basic skills.

There are too many unexpected factors on the battlefield, so Katz doesn't dare to jump around like that. Fighting still requires following the basic rules. However, in the octagon, close-quarters combat is a dangerous game where a weak foundation will cause everything to shake.

"Weak punches, clumsy kicks, excessive force, and loss of balance—does this mean you can't even fight without a slingshot?!"

Stop cursing, stop cursing. Even the father of genetics never cursed us.

Finally, under the threat of death, the four Word Bearers remembered their combo technique and prepared to unleash a combined ultimate move that involved pulling arms and legs.

But dude, the gym in the Fourth Company is a sacred realm of muscle. Even muscle giants like Kars, without power armor, can overturn Leman Rustank with brute force. You guys, adding up to less than two tons, what are you thinking...?

Come on, let the music start!

"Horses! Hooves! Go! South! People! Look! North!"

Kaz pointed both fingers to the sky. "Next, the four of you are going to lose this much health!"

KO

The hot breath spewed out from the breathing grille of the tactical helmet, leaving two white streaks.

Under the guise of a friendly spar, Katz killed four of the "leading men" from the Whisperers.

Looking around, the remaining people who harbored resentment were in a stable mood.

Excellent, these newcomers can now dedicate themselves to the snowballing project. As long as they are allowed to watch the next battle from the stands, the sense of belonging to the War Gang will naturally develop.

What has been passed down since ancient times may not necessarily be correct, but what has been passed down since ancient times is definitely effective.

Back in the audience, the Black Legion's envoy first offered some perfunctory compliments before getting straight to the point.

"The Great Raiders would like to ask whether your gang is still part of the Black Legion."

Amaterasu was pondering how to respond when Kaz had already fired back.

"If that's the case, now that Abaddon has died, shouldn't my Amaterasu brothers also be able to claim a share of the inheritance?"

Holy crap, is Samar really that fierce?

Oh, look what stupid thing I said! Brother Samar has always been so reckless.

"of course."

The tense atmosphere did not affect the envoy's performance. He was already a nobody, and he was still following Abaddon, who could take a punch head-on. This level of verbal attack was nothing.

The envoy gave a direct affirmative answer.

If Abaddon is truly dead, then the Legion, already shattered once, will truly be reduced to ashes. What is there that cannot be answered?

Hmm, the Black Legion's skin is much thicker than Kaz imagined.

"Just say it straight. What kind of work does Abaddon want my brother Amaterasu to do, and what benefits are you willing to offer? Think it through before you speak, and don't beat around the bush."

Indeed, the Staff of Truth was held up by this "Blade of Annihilation".

Beneath his brash exterior, this Samar brother is a shrewd man.

It's good to be a wise person; there are too many fools and too few wise people in this Eye of Fear.

Although Abaddon had issues with his character, he was still able to act with discretion and reason.

Short-term partners are never too many for the Great Raiders. As long as the Stick of Truth is willing to ally with the Black Legion, these Chaos Astartes are willing to work for Abaddon. As for the down payment, Abaddon never reneges on his promises.

As for the final payment...

Historically, the final payment for a construction project has always gone to the one with the strongest resources and resources.

Before setting off, Abaddon gave his good brother four secret plans to deal with the four states of the Staff of Truth.

On the ship carrying the envoy, twenty Black Legion Terminators stood ready, prepared to physically annex the Staff of Truth if it failed to live up to its name.

If the staff of truth is strong and powerful but unruly, then forget it and return the way you came.

If there is discord within the fighting faction, then try to divide and win them over.

If Amaterasu is a fool, then use empty promises to get him to work.

However, the peculiar state of the Stick of Truth faction was not beyond the envoy's comprehension.

There are a few non-oddballs in the Chaos War Gang, but this kind of war gang where you give me money and I do the work for you is actually abnormally normal.

Since Kaz is prepared to help Yan Bang, then Abaddon's brilliant plan is no longer needed.

Let's get straight to the benefits.

Chapter 423 Death and Return

Urine is the teardrop falling from the bladder, and fart is the sigh exhaled from the large intestine.

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The legitimacy of an empire lies with the emperor, or rather, it is because of the existence of emperors that human empires exist.

However, the official history of the Empire was in chaos, and this discovery kept Kaz on edge for a long time, but he eventually couldn't hold back.

Any normal loyalist like Astartes would break down, okay?

"Isn't the Emperor Dream... that big golden guy's only flagship?"

"No."

"Which two are left?"

"Brother Samar, shouldn't you be asking which one is left?"

"I only became an Astartes after the Siege of Terra, I really didn't know."

"No wonder, no wonder."