The Astartes Family's Notebook

So Kaz put down what he was doing and went to the foundry.

The result was that a demon host was peeking out, trying to attract Astartes' attention, but was afraid of being killed by a sword. He didn't know whether he should come out or not, and his hesitant appearance was exactly like a naughty child who was racking his brains to make up an excuse to ask his parents for pocket money.

"Speak your mind or shut up. If you dare use mind-link or other psionic spells on me, I'll kill you."

Demon hosts are incredibly troublesome things for mortals, but no accomplished Astartes takes them seriously.

After all, the most troublesome aspect of warp evil is its immortality.

The demon host is essentially a warp demon bound to a physical entity in the real world. If the host entity is destroyed, the parasitic demon will be banished back to the warp, and its travel expenses will not be reimbursed.

After being threatened by Kaz, the demon host who came to deliver the message was also stunned.

The baby is suffering, the baby is wronged, but the baby won't say it.

It is pitiful, helpless, and "weak," but it can eat.

The demon host thought for a moment, then transformed into the appearance of an Eldar from the Atansar Ark, made a provocative gesture at Kaz, and then vanished like smoke.

Well, those who know when to yield are the wise; the demon host has run away.

"Boss, what do you mean?"

Qiong En was somewhat confused and took the initiative to ask a question.

"It's nothing, just some dirty stuff got on the ship."

Katz's explanation left the other two members of the War Gang speechless.

Our ship is full of filth, sir. Which category are you referring to?

Play around, joke around, but don't make fun of aliens.

Although Kaz didn't know why the demon host had come to tip him off, since the white bean sprout dared to cause trouble, Lord Zhongtang wouldn't mind having a taste of bean sprouts.

Let's just consider this the band's first public performance.

Chapter 432 What Makes It Valuable

All the guys I've met so far have been the same.

Sometimes it's wine, sometimes it's a woman, and of course it can be a deity.

Perhaps people can't live without something to immerse themselves in.

Everyone yearns for freedom, yet unknowingly becomes a slave.

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The laws of the Warhammer world are incomplete; they do not compensate for what is lacking by taking from what is in excess. In fact, due to the extreme tendencies of the warp, the Matthew effect is the true principle of the universe.

The Weeping Band must not cry, for there will be many more tears to shed and much more suffering to endure in the future.

In fact, Katz didn't care much about the uninvited white bean sprouts.

Given the hospitable and welcoming atmosphere of the Ishimura, ordinary people wouldn't even get a glimpse of Kaz.

So instead of setting up traps and defenses, Kaz, along with Choun and Troys, started wandering around the middle deck with a physics-based holy sword in hand.

"Run! Run again, or I'll break your legs!"

Originally, when they first emerged from the Eye of Fear, there weren't many demon hosts on the ship, at most ninety-nine.

However, the real universe is not the highest heaven. The intangible things in the sea of ​​souls are constantly suppressed by the veil of reality after they come to the material world.

In layman's terms, it's like legendary powerhouses visiting the warp is like going to a brothel; in devil's terms, it's like legendary demons can only roam freely in the real universe.

If you're not big enough, you'll be beaten to death.

So when the various evil spirits with their own bodies on the Ishimura took stock, they realized it wasn't a profitable deal. The few souls they harvested couldn't even cover their daily expenses. It was a bad deal indeed.

What should I do?

Open source is difficult, but cost-cutting is easy. Find a corpse, crawl into it, put on the skin of a demon host, and reduce daily expenses. Then you'll make a profit.

Alas, life is full of ups and downs. The Tribunal has been racking its brains researching how to mass-produce demon hosts, but hasn't come up with any results. Forced by life's circumstances, the subspace demons on the Ishimura have voluntarily become demon hosts.

So the vampires and their transformation spirits disappeared, and thousands of demon hosts appeared on the ship.

So how many demon spies did those damn Chaos Warbands shove onto my ship?

Kaz was quite imposing in the Eye of Terror. Even if these lower-level demons, who could be controlled by the Chaos Wizard, had never seen the [Destroyer's Blade] kill anyone, they had heard of the legend of the executioner Samar.

So Kaz picked up his crowbar and began patrolling the streets... When he patrolled the ship, the demon hosts all avoided him.

However, every gain has its loss. While residing in the human body reduces daily wear and tear, it also diminishes the mystery of the subspace evil.

A demon host infested with vampires was cornered by three Astartes, feeling no sense of peace or relief, only endless resentment and bad luck.

Damn it, if I can survive today, I'll kill that shapeshifter later and it'll be willing to kiss Steel Bull's ass!

"Why have you stopped running?"

Kaz raised his leg and kicked.

"Ahem, I don't know what happened just now. I just followed the crowd. The demon host circle is not easy to navigate. The problem of bullying by small groups is very serious. You have to fit in."

"Then why aren't you running away now?"

"I just realized it's you, Lord Samar! It's an honor to serve you as your dog, I'm overjoyed, why would I run away? Absolutely not!"

Trois and Qiongen were stunned. They knew the leader was ruthless, but they never imagined he was this ruthless. It was easy for an adult Astartes to kill a demon host, but to tame a demon host to this extent was unprecedented.

"Lead the way. The old man is in a bad mood today and is looking for someone to vent his anger on."

"This way, sir, I'll go ahead and scout ahead!"

Demonic traitor!

There's a demon traitor!

I roam freely, commanding respect from all.

Having dominated the world, I have no need to look back.

I will change the world and write the law of Shicun.

Awooo, that fierce wolf with its gleaming eyes!

Under the leadership of the vampire, Kaz quickly multiplied from one to two, from two to four, from four to eight, from eight to sixty-four, and from nine to eighty-one, gathering a massive army of demon hosts.

"Today, I'm going to set some rules for you. Shicun is my territory. I won't say anything if you ask for food on my turf. But if you eat my food and then run away without repaying my debt, you'd better pray that no one else knows your real name. Otherwise, I'll summon you eighty times a day and beat you until your soul is destroyed!"

Regarding whether Kars could defeat them and destroy their souls, the warp spirits had different opinions and their wills were not unified.

However, [Destroyer of the Hall] is notorious in the Eye of Fear for being petty and keeping his word; he's actually capable of doing something as ridiculous as summoning himself eighty times a day.

Trois was still pondering that he seemed to have heard the name Samar before, not paying attention to how bizarre the scene of his leader lecturing a group of demon hosts was, but Qiong En thought of this problem.

One-on-one, Astartes isn't afraid of demon hosts, but in this confined space of the ship's cabin, there are just too many demon hosts. Boss, aren't you really afraid of something going wrong?

"Okay, if no one objects, then we'll take that as your agreement."

Kaz threw down the crowbar and clapped his hands.

"I've remembered everyone who was here today. Now that you've accepted this place as your home, work hard and protect the flowers and plants of the Stone Village. As for those who weren't here, they clearly don't consider you brothers. I'll destroy them later. If I see any unfamiliar demon hosts afterward, it will all be your fault. Meeting adjourned."

As soon as the words "Meeting adjourned" were uttered, the demon hosts, each displaying their unique abilities, all vanished in a flash.

Qiong En looked on in shock.

"Boss, how did you do that?"

"It's very simple. Warp evil spirits are all worthless bastards who never learn from their mistakes. As long as you are more ferocious and ruthless than them, you can naturally order them around."

"I've completely failed at learning. I've utterly failed at learning." Although Qiong En thought it was utter nonsense from the bottom of his heart, it sounded strangely believable coming from the gang leader.

Even Qiong En himself was unaware of his own special status.

In the Silver Skull Chapter, every recruit who passes the Trial of Blood undergoes an ancient tradition of a trial on their home planet in search of their destiny before being assigned to their unit.

This journey was dangerous for Astartes, which had undergone all nineteen genetic modifications; the process was just as important as the outcome.

Because the Chapter's prophets will monitor the entire process and guide the recruit to glimpse his own destiny.

Doesn't it have a bit of the feel of the Emperor Champion from the Black Orcs?

As long as I know when I will die, then I can live a carefree life until death comes.

Those who think like that have all died prematurely.

Only those chapter brothers with prophetic abilities can foresee their destined death, while ordinary chapter brothers who undergo the full set of trial rituals are merely using the power of prophets to glimpse the possibilities of fate.

Qiong En is special; he is a psionicist with the innate prophetic abilities in his bloodline.

However, his prophetic abilities are so exclusive that other prophets in the chapter are distracted when trying to discern his fate.

Oh, it's a dud.

So, Qiong En was kicked to the Forging World as an apprentice, a psionic technical soldier, a real promising prospect for a dimensional blacksmith.

Ysera was, after all, a War Priest, a War Priest cultivated in the Ark world of Atansar, where martial virtue was overflowing, and a superior replacement for the War Wizard.

The mere evil spirits of the subspace were not even worth her attention.

What a lousy place the Stone Village is! Compared to Atanza's Ark, where the prophet guarded the nation's gates and his people died for their country, it's just a resort-like place.

But why do psychic prophecies fail?

Forget it, let's investigate first before studying these details.

Trois was still agonizing over the name Samar. It was a really frustrating fact that even during the Legion era, many good names were taken by dogs. In Caliban alone, he knew of at least five Samars.

Which Samar is Kaz? Is he one of the Samars he knows?

There aren't enough clues to make a conclusion.

Dark Meow is also having a fantastic internal battle today.

The so-called daily mental strain in the band is that Qiong En is responsible for the divine, Trois is responsible for the internal strain, and Ka Zhongtang is responsible for being full of energy and boundless vitality.

The intelligence gathering work was quite effective; at least Katz had figured out how to get from the starport to the Calissis sector.

My good buddy Matron was bragging that his family had some influence in the Calissis Sector, so if all else fails, I can just ask Cyber ​​Bull for help.

The only problem is that the psionicist who was supposed to act as the navigator has been killed by Kars. Back when they were in the warp, the navigator job was all done by his good brother Amaterasu. Now that they've returned to the real universe, they can't just follow those poor war gangs and find a demon host to act as the navigator.

How to find a navigator has become the biggest problem troubling Kaz now.

Previously, with the Wings of Desolation as his backing and a mask on, Katz never imagined that navigators were such expensive and rare strategic resources.

At worst, they can just back down to Hydraf and do some dirty work. The Starfield Government has to give the local chapter some face, so they can allocate a few of them.

Now everything is meaningless, he truly has nothing, and even a navigator has made Kaz very upset.

On the contrary, Katz didn't take the promethium supply problem of the Ishimura seriously.

Because Colonel Kaspersky had already planned it out. He would go back and give the security team a heads-up, making those space pirates think they had cleared the dungeon and would voluntarily fill the Ishimura with promethium.

In this way, the security team's salaries don't need to be paid by Kaz, and even the promethium is added by others. Isn't that wonderful?

Along the way, Kaz told his two newly recruited underlings about his thoughts. Qiong En felt as if his worldview had been swept away by a mudslide, while Troys reacted indifferently.

This kind of bullshit is something the First and Twentieth Legions do all the time; it's not unusual.

Could our leader have been an undercover agent for AlphaRice?

It's questionable whether Samar is an AlphaRes player.

And so, at an inexplicable corner, Ysera bumped into Kaz.

???

!!!

Do you walk without making a sound?

Wait, isn't this a basic skill for the Eldar/Ark race?

Kaz and Troys' first reaction was to glance at Qiong En.

Qiong En felt confused. He just felt that whatever the two seniors did was right, so he just imitated their way of walking.

Is this kid some kind of genius?

"Don't attack me. I mean no harm. Let's talk first."