The Astartes Family's Notebook

Moreover, Kars led the team to eliminate the Chaos Wizard who had infiltrated the ship and attempted to ascend to demonhood, but did not actually kill him.

What do you mean?

It's not that interesting. Psionicists are natural treasures. Although this idiot got beaten up by Kars to the point of incontinence, the primary attribute of spellcasters in our Warhammer universe is physique, physique!

Countless meritorious demon hosts sent congratulatory messages and tenders to Kaz.

Lord Samar, if you hand over this body to me, I will be your dog from now on!

A clumsy, chaotic evil.

Kars hadn't originally intended to do this; he just thought it would be a waste to kill them like this.

As a result, half of the Ishimura security team, which was caught in a vicious cycle of involution, secretly submitted a price list, which immediately made Kaz realize that this Chaos Wizard's body was worthwhile.

So they used needles and medication to turn this guy into an intermittent vegetative state. Katz plans to take some time to research how to best treat him.

It's a hot potato, but also a rare commodity.

The worst outcome would be nothing more than self-destructing into a subspace rift. Why would Kars be afraid of that?

Okay, actually I was still a little scared, so I put on six layers of restraint devices, literally.

With this thing as a foundation, our Blood Duck's nearly out-of-control think tank, and the source of chaos on the ship, can be explained, right?

There were too many deadly things on the Ishimura, so the Silver Skull Throne was nothing compared to that. Forget about cleaning it up, let's deal with the other things first.

Although the Chaos Warband destroyed the Throne Hall and smashed the Imperial Statue, the cruiser was such a large structure that from the outside it still looked quite normal in the Imperial style. Therefore, Kaz only needed to restore the layout of the Statue Hall and block the roads leading to the middle and lower decks. Whoever came, the Blood Duck Warband would be a loyal faction of the Empire, the kind that couldn't be found fault with.

"Boss..."

Kaz slapped him hard, and Qiong En, not daring to feel wronged, quickly changed his tune.

"Company commander, we're running out of gold."

Gold is indeed a hard currency, but for the Astartes, gold is often less useful than copper. Therefore, the goods in the eight warehouses previously accounted for almost half of the gold reserves of the Ishimura.

The imperial statues are divided into three tiers: eleven meters, thirteen meters, and fifteen meters. For Astartes, this is an unspoken rule that is not found in the Astartes Codex but is collectively followed by everyone.

With such a tight schedule, melting down the already formed part and replacing it with a smaller one might not be enough to meet the deadline.

"Hollow out the middle and turn it into a storage room, then find a weapon that looks decent and stuff it in."

Qiong En understood: it's like robbing Peter to pay Paul.

It's not that Kaz is disrespectful to the Emperor, but gold isn't lead and doesn't have such a good anti-spying effect. If a hollow or gilded statue of the Emperor were to be created and encountered an indiscriminate Astartes scanning it, it could really cause a major incident.

But if you do something like this inside the Emperor's statue, even if the penitent monks and those who hurl insults find out, they will simply pretend they didn't see it.

Scanning the Emperor's statue is a minor matter; peeping into the Blood Duck's Warband relics could easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Despite the frantic and pointless activity, Astartes still had to personally handle everything on the Ishimura, which lacked chapter servants.

I can only say that although I felt a bit of a bizarre and absurd feeling, it seemed quite interesting.

Finally, the appointed time arrived, and the more than 500 Star Guardians who had been intercepted by Kaz had long since adapted to life as armed sailors.

After changing into new clothes and polishing his laser gun, Kaz put on his long-unused golden laurel shoulder armor, and the Blood Duck Gang held a welcoming ceremony in a showy manner.

Half a company of abusives arrived, but the crows said nothing and followed the guide directly to the Hall of Icons. The attitude of the penitent monks, however, was less harmonious.

Note that it's not unfriendly, but rather disharmonious.

There was a basic level of trust among the three factions, but none of them mentioned the matter of taking off their tactical helmets and facing each other face-to-face.

After all, men care about their reputation. If we discuss the specific details and then turn around and try to rob the Mechanical Cult, let's not be so frank with each other.

Captains who trade with the human empire know that the empire generally operates in two ways.

Special handling for special cases and special handling for special cases.

On industrial planets within the planned economy system of the empire, they basically only produce a few types or even just one type of commodity.

Although the industrial structure is monotonous and the profits are thin, the guaranteed income is provided by the various levels of the imperial government. This kind of treatment is not something that ordinary planetary governors can obtain. Only those relatives who enjoy "long-term" treatment in the star district government or even the star domain government can get the factory license.

The "wild children" that are not included in the Empire's procurement list, although they have the right to choose their own development direction, are hampered by the tithe, making it not so easy for them to develop.

In the Pacific Starfield, Kaz naturally knew where to get his hands on supplies, whether they were for the mortal auxiliary forces or custom-made for Astartes.

However, in the Misty Starfield, apart from the Prosperous World, the Armory World, and the Forging World, Kars truly had no other way to grow stronger and create new glories.

Is it that Kars doesn't want to go it alone?

I don't have the ability; I can't do it.

Putting aside how many valuable artifacts the local Mechanicus has hidden in its own temple forging, the sheer size of the star system defense fleet is something that the three Astartes fleets combined could never match.

In addition, there are a large number of orbital defense platforms...

Those who dare to open a business in the Hazy Starfield must keep dozens or even hundreds of guard dogs.

Do you really think Astartes are all benevolent people, and that those who hurl insults have been patiently waiting in line for months because they have good tempers?

Haha, people with clear vision aren't just foolish college students; middle-aged people who have been beaten down by reality can also be.

Therefore, only when the three churches band together can they have a chance to extort money from the local mechanical church.

If a beggar comes to your door, you can curse him as a stinking beggar and he won't even bother with you. But if a beggar gang wants to borrow some items from you, his buddy, try uttering a sound.

Even those who hurl insults are not the "good kids" in the traditional sense of Guterra. After waiting for three months, the crows are also getting angry.

So even though no one showed their faces, the professionalism and discipline they displayed when discussing the details still deeply impressed this group of Chaotic Astartes in the War Gang.

Is this the Empire's loyalist faction?

Compared to these professionals, the work we did before was as rough as sandpaper used for wiping our butts!

No, no, no. Ordinary temples don't have such professional insulters and penitent monks. Even in our Desolate Wings, only the Fourth Company can sit at the same table with these two brothers' units.

As for the insulters, Kaz could understand. After all, without supplies from the Savior, the brothers in the insulters' gang had to beg for alms everywhere, so it was normal for them to develop their skills.

But aren't you, the Penitentiary Chapter, one of the twenty Astartes Grand Guardian Chapters guarding the Eye of Terror? You enjoy special treatment, so why are you so skilled at it?

Kaz was confused, while the insulters and penitent monks took the Blood Duck's professionalism for granted.

This is how it should be, this is what reputation is!

If it weren't for the old-timers' training and guidance he received in the Fourth Company, Katz would have shown his weakness.

But now...

With the collective wisdom and efforts of the gang members, and witnessed by the brand-new imperial statue, the well-developed criminal plan quickly transformed from a verbal agreement into a highly feasible practical solution.

While Qiong En felt a sense of awe and confusion, the fallen angels were once again subjected to a mental onslaught from the current human empire.

Are these the defenders of humanity?

Is this the Emperor's angel of death?

Is this the loyalist Astartes Chapter of TM?

What kind of people were those brothers who died during the Great Expedition protecting?

Although I felt a pang of emotion, it only lasted for a short while, because life has to go on.

Although sometimes it's hard to tell who the real traitor to Chaos is, since I'm wearing the skin of a loyalist, I have to listen to the company commander.

Those who hurl insults are responsible for infiltration, and at crucial moments, they will block the external access routes for the creation of the temple.

The penitent monks were responsible for the overt malicious extortion, drawing the Mechanicus's protectors out from inside the fortress.

The blood ducks, on the other hand, are responsible for acting as warehouse movers.

Katz didn't act rashly. He met with the governor's private butler again and relayed the message.

Wait, shouldn't this kind of thing be done quickly and discreetly? It's true that the three of you joining forces is a powerful force, but the planetary governor and the local Mechanicus are just a couple living together, guaranteed to leak secrets.

That's right, that's the effect I wanted.

Time was specifically allocated to inform the governor before the entire group of penitent monks leisurely descended to forge the temple.

Because they knew about Astartes' actions in advance, the Mechanicus did not overreact.

When it comes to showing off horses, the formalities still need to be followed.

Although the penitent monks asked for a lot, it still did not exceed the expectations of the Mechanicus.

He's an oil enthusiast who's rooted in a prosperous world, so he's quite wealthy.

After much arguing, the oil enthusiast agreed to half the share, considering it a small favor to appease the beggar.

Normally, a penitent monk would immediately begin the ritual.

But since we've already agreed to cooperate, we'll just have to swallow our pride for now.

So, until the warehouse handover was completed, the Christian Guardians and the Penitentiary brothers faced off in the square. Although everyone knew that a fight was unlikely, no one dared to point their guns down, just in case.

Just as the penitent monks confirmed that the oil enthusiast had delivered the war supplies to the orbital starport and handed over the warehouse key and ownership certificate to the warband, the trolls began their operation.

The attackers launched a surprise attack on the Mechanical Cult's factory area, cutting off the physical connections between the factory areas and emptying the finished product warehouse and the high-value raw material warehouse.

Originally, the insulters' transportation capacity alone would not have been sufficient to achieve this level, but Blood Duck and the Repentant Monk provided them with eighteen Thunder Eagle gunships and more than thirty Averus shuttles, which was enough transportation capacity.

Why argue about numbers in the square?

Because it makes it easier for fleets in orbit to aim.

If you truly believe that the penitent monks have nothing to do with this matter, then the ruling sage in charge of local defense should be dismantled and sold as scrap metal.

However, the penitent monks had already received their "compensation for being humiliated" and immediately declared that the matter had nothing to do with them.

So the local mechanical instructors, seething with anger, mobilized their reserves to "clean up" the insulters.

At this point, the Temple of Forging was finally left with no troops.

"Do you still remember what the action plan was?"

"Sneak into the village, but don't fire!"

"Set off."

Blood Duck looked down on those bulky supplies, so Kaz led his team in, aiming for the valuable items.

Believe it or not, the First Legion and the Twentieth Legion are truly a pair of smiling tigers and two black sharks; their stealth skills are legendary.

While not as powerful as the Raven Guards or the Midnight Lords, they're more than enough to deal with the oily guy.

Especially for a "morally depraved" former Imperial technical sergeant like Choun, he was really familiar with the Mechanicus' security equipment.

After the main defensive forces of the Temple of Forging were drawn away by friendly units, Khaz lived up to the name of Asalia Vidia. He did it, he really did it.

The great, born battle maniac, the staunch adherent of the unparalleled stealth style, Kaz Samar did not fail this time, he did not fail!

At this moment, with Godfather Corax above me and Brother Seifert above me, I, Katz, did it!

For the first time in his life, he had achieved a truly perfect stealth maneuver. Overwhelmed with joy and excitement, Kars could only put on a nonchalant facade due to his idol image as the company commander/gang leader.

but......

Perfect stealth, zero kills, SSS rating...

Troys had no idea what his leader was thinking, but the old man was filled with emotion as he watched Qiong En quickly crack one security lock after another in the vault.

The Icarus Agreement was indeed correct. These jerks would rather keep all the good stuff in the warehouse to gather dust than give it to the brothers in the gang. They deserve it!

The fallen angels' last vestiges of morality vanished upon seeing the treasures stored within the temple's inner treasury.

"Damn it, are you out of your mind? Why are you using power armor? Pick something lighter and smaller."

Kaz couldn't help but start cursing.

"But......"

The death stare is a professional skill that every Astartes company commander must master. Having grown accustomed to hardship, the Chaotic Astartes reluctantly put the brand-new power armor back on the weapon rack.

If they don't really intend to break ties with the Mechanicus, why would they need the power armor?

After they sneaked out, the Mechanicus proactively delivered Astartes' military equipment to Kaz and his group.

Because Katz had already informed the governor in advance.

Unless the Mechanicus is prepared to engage in a full-blown civil war with the three branches of the Empire, they will have no choice but to admit defeat and "buy back" the stolen items.

What is a win-win situation?

It was Astartes, led by Katz, who won twice in a row!