The Astartes Family's Notebook

Trois nodded, offering no further explanation.

Times have changed, and he needs to keep up with the historical trend. In the era of Warbands, it is no longer appropriate to blindly apply the experience of the Legion era.

The Great Adventure of the Holy Blood Duck is currently being serialized.

Chapter 446 Shooting the Halberd at the Gate

Sirens would lure sailors into jumping into the sea with their songs.

But how did this information get out?

Because dwarves cannot climb over the ship's railings.

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No one knew the true state of the empire, not even the emperor who sat paralyzed on his golden throne.

You were once an Astartes, so you write things randomly and based on assumptions.

What a coincidence! Kars really did work there.

Astartes as seen by mortals, Astartes as seen by alien races, Astartes as seen by the company commander—not to mention their appearance, they're not even the same species.

Similarly, the same applies to empires.

What comes to mind first when you think of the human empire?

They brutally suppressed their own people and massacred foreign powers; their brutality is the most prominent trait, isn't it?

Wake up! Treat the Communist Youth League's newspaper as a joke. Even the Imperial Reference is written by guys with double degrees in journalism and statistics.

In terms of how the Empire deals with alien races, Kaz's understanding of the Empire is completely different from the Empire he knew when he was Cloud Hammer in his previous life.

The inquisitors of the Exile Order were arguably the most productive of the three major orders of the Inquisition.

Among these eccentric individuals, the Inquisitors are quite pragmatic when it comes to dealing with the Xenomorphs.

If we can win, we fight; if we can't, we don't. When we're not fighting, we won't show our displeasure. We'll be lenient when necessary and courteous when appropriate. Once we've mustered enough troops and resources, we'll stage a dramatic show of drinking wine together and fighting to the death.

True human racism only looks at the results, not the form; those who shout the loudest are often the ones who are most likely to be traitors.

The Empire never simply slaughtered the conquered alien races.

It would be such a waste, wouldn't it?

Don't assume there's no starfish in the Warhammer universe. Prions only target cannibalism; can alien creatures even be considered human?

The Empire's slave trade was quite developed, even though a large number of alien slaves were not included in the statistics.

After a series of training sessions by Kaz, and especially with the exemplary role of the Astartes who were considered model students, the group of chaotic Astartes finally began to resemble a more disciplined army again.

The high-achieving students of the Eye of Fear might find it quite novel, but those Astartes who betrayed their cause were completely numb.

After going around in circles, how did we end up back where we started?

However, the effect was quite good. At least the Blood Duck Battle Gang's Stone Village directly docked at the Prosperous World, an important star sector of the Hazy Starfield, without revealing any flaws.

If we strictly follow the rules and procedures, Shicunhao is full of flaws.

But, how dare mortal officials ask about matters concerning Astartes?

"Sir, your paperwork is not in accordance with regulations."

"How can I complete the necessary paperwork?"

"This... is difficult."

“Name your price, think it through before you speak. If money can’t solve the problem, the consequences will be severe.”

"This isn't about money..."

Got it, there's potential.

Without saying a word, Kaz ordered four warehouses full of hard currency to be shipped directly to the transit warehouse of the orbital starport.

Are there still any problems?

"This way, gentlemen."

Wait, does the Astartes need to be so formal?

That's narrow-minded.

Since the Great Crusade, the planets of the Empire have been divided into different ranks.

You can swagger around on a ninth-order planet, and if you take a fancy to something, just give the planet's governor a hint and he'll offer it to you with open arms, all for the sake of peace.

However, on slightly higher-class planets, the position of governor is not so easy to hold. Various intricate blood ties and marriages form a powerful protective shield. A company of Astartes still carries weight, but that weight is no longer enough to grant any power.

As for those important worlds that are registered with the star system government, try to act arrogantly. Not to mention the local powerful star system defense fleet, the star sector fleet or even the star system fleet can be summoned at will.

Moreover, these worlds mostly support one or even several astral legions, and are brimming with martial virtue.

Therefore, Astartes has a very noble status, but noble Astartes should not take their noble status too seriously.

The treatment of the swaggering loyalist faction is really not as good as that of Blood Duck, who is openly selling stolen goods. Brothers in the gangs of the insulters, don't you agree?

Out of respect for his godfather Corax, Katz took the initiative to send a greeting to the person who was hurling insults.

However, as one of the original three sub-corpses of the Nineteenth Legion when the Legion was split up, the Cursed Ones inherited the taciturn nature unique to the Raven Guards.

Honestly, Kaz's use of the Big Head Eagle's five consecutive attacks as a template for the Dark Raven Guardian was a gross mistake.

The reason why Yesfe was chosen as a candidate for chapter commander by the Birds of Prey was simply because this fifth company commander was so cheerful and outgoing that he didn't seem like a crow prince's offspring.

How to describe it? It's like Kaz simply sent "Hey, Bro, have you eaten?" and the person who was insulting him replied "Yeah" three days later.

Okay, that's settled then, hmm.

The abusives had roughly two companies of Astartes stationed in the planet's orbit, their actions clearly indicating they were resupplying before a major battle.

The Governor's Office would naturally not refuse a supply request from an Astartes fleet of this size, but some procrastination and stinginess were still inevitable.

Without comparison, there is no harm done. Compared to Blood Duck's side, the supply speed of the trolls is indeed quite slow.

Troys and Choon, who accompanied Katz throughout the entire procurement process, truly felt this.

Katz readily accepted the governor's hospitality and spoke frankly to the governor's private butler without any pretense.

"Don't ask about the source of the goods, I won't tell you even if you ask, but they're already piled up in the warehouse. Whether they're good or not, you can check it yourselves."

“My lord, you’re right. We trust Astartes’ reputation.”

"Look where you need to look, investigate where you need to investigate, and collect the fees that are due. This is the first time the Blood Duck Battle Group has dealt with you. You have concerns, and so do we. But if the cooperation goes well, there's no need to wait for the next time. Coming to Warehouse Four is just a matter of saying a few words."

"You are very insightful, sir."

Whether I'm insightful or not depends entirely on whether you're loyal or not.

"Then you have to be righteous."

Trois couldn't understand why Katz would give the governor's private butler such high honors.

But Kars had no interest in teaching this old popsicle trapped in the Legion era what the social customs of the Warband era meant.

Is this all your empire is like? The governor's personal butler has far more power than the high-ranking officials in the governor's mansion. Kaz's Ishimura has no identification code, and the stolen goods on board cannot be traced. If you want to sell it through proper channels for a good price, you have to stuff the cheeks of the staff in charge.

Putting on airs like the Archangel Astartes at this time is just asking for trouble.

While the critics were still arguing with the Governor's Office and the local mechanical cult, Katz had already brought back six Thunderhawk gunboats to the Stone Village.

"Do you understand now?"

"I understand a little better now."

"That's how money is used. Loyal members' benefits won't just come to them by yelling at the top of their lungs."

Kaz was clearly giving his men a serious lecture, so why did the hall suddenly erupt in unrestrained laughter and chatter?

How can I not laugh? This human empire is doomed!

Let me tell you something that most people don't know.

Katz bribed officials at all levels, and because of the urgency and the significant premium, more than 500 million worth of hard currency was poured out like water, flooding the cold and empty hearts of those involved.

"Is the gift satisfactory to you?"

"The gentleman is too righteous."

“I am very satisfied with your efficiency. Next, there are still four warehouses of goods. Go and coordinate with the warehouse at the orbital starport.”

"No problem, the Star Harbor Authority will arrange the warehouse within three hours."

"I've given you my sincerity for our first meeting. Now, you can't treat me like a sucker and rip me off anymore when I ask for what I want."

"You jest, sir."

“I’m not joking. I know the rules, but I’m mentioning it specifically so that you all understand. I won’t be stingy with the benefits I should give you, but if you treat Astartes like fools, someone will die.”

"Don't worry, sir. Except for the extra charge for expedited service, everything else will be charged at the internal price."

The second meeting with the governor's private butler ended even faster than the first, because initial trust had been established.

Under Kaz's silver bullet offensive, the planetary governor even ignored the minor issue that they still didn't know the name of the Blood Duck Legion's Eighth Company Commander.

Kaz acquired a large amount of Astartes-specific equipment, and Chaos Astartes was impressed.

After all, the empire had strict controls, and it was very difficult to snatch the oil paper package along with the contents by robbery.

The blood ducks are a quick supply, so the people who are hurling insults should start cursing.

Because Kaz's order was expedited, and expedited means being pushed through the queue, it's hard to guess whose queue it was pushed through.

However, aside from putting pressure on the Governor's Office, the insulters did not make any contact with Katz, which puzzled the Grand Master.

why?

It's unlikely that the Insulters' Band recognized the Blood Duck's paint job and actually mistook Kars's group for the Blood Raven Band, right?

Having learned a lesson from someone's dishonest hands, will we never speak to each other again?

Can't you?

If they don't want to make contact, then so be it. But when they encounter the Raptor Squadron, Katz still dares to go alone to try and get on their good side. After all, they've really gotten along well with the Fourth Company and the Fifth Company over the years. Katz can actually use the Raptor's various internal identification methods.

However, if it were the Insulters Chapter, Kaz would consider the old relationship with the Eagles. The Insulters, one of the three heroes of the other branch, might not necessarily give the Raptors Chapter any face. Kaz didn't like to do things that were met with indifference.

Simply get the supplies, and once you have them, you're ready to leave.

The Blood Duck War Gang has successfully "pretended" to be loyalists for the first time.

Before Kaz could even send "Bro, see you later," the Penitentiary Warband arrived.

Having interacted with the Black Archon, Katz was not unfamiliar with the twenty Astartes Grand Guardian Chapters that guarded the Eye of Terror.

However, apart from their paint scheme and name, Kars knew absolutely nothing about this penitent monk warband.

However, it was precisely because of the sudden arrival of the Penitent Monks that Kaz began to wonder if he had been taken advantage of.

I, a member of the Astartes Grand Guard, am sending money.

The Penitent Monks didn't even send anyone to contact the staff of the Planetary Governor's Office. They just sent a wide-area communication and then adopted a "I've got you figured out" attitude, waiting to receive their reward.

This time, the group of insulters couldn't stand it anymore.

The person cutting in line for the blood duck cutter had at least paid for the other person's blood duck.

It's fair trade, so we, the ones who hurl insults, tolerated it and accepted it.

What do you repentant monks mean by this? Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served?

In response to the insulters' questions, the penitent monks simply deployed their fleet in an offensive formation.

"Boss, is this how the loyalists of the Empire operate these days?"

“That’s right, that’s how we loyalists do things.”

Brotherhood? That's for brothers. Who the hell would fight me to the death? Who the hell is my sworn brother? If we're not friends, don't try to get close. The Empire has a million Astartes, I don't know who you are.

Especially since this is the Misty Starfield, the local Astartes Chapters are constantly threatened by the Eye of Fear and have to deal with all sorts of monsters and demons on a daily basis, so they all have very short tempers.

The person who was hurling insults had only asked about cutting in line, but the repentant monk immediately escalated the matter to the point of challenging him to a fight.

Stop fighting! The planetary governor can't do much more than make a few meaningless noises.

In the end, Katz stepped in to smooth things over.