The Astartes Family's Notebook

So, sacrificing efficiency for increased stability, Katz and his crew adopted a straight-push approach, attacking directly from the bow compartment towards the stern.

Comrade Lv. Kaz. Bu's work in resolving disputes was highly effective. All the oil workers who had been persuaded by him were convinced and voluntarily joined the special working group for dispute mediation.

I can't be the only one getting beaten up; don't let that bastard get away!

Sometimes killing is not killing; only by not killing can you destroy their spirit. A freak beating another freak is much more ruthless than Astartes. After completely controlling the main members of the rioting gang, Judge Katz began the trial.

"Tell me, what's going on here?"

Um......

Family scandals should not be aired in public!

"No, nothing much, just routine academic exchange."

"Yes, yes, just a minor academic disagreement."

You're not taking my offer seriously, are you?

"Fine, I won't interfere with the internal affairs of your Mechanical Engineering Department, but who can explain why you've been following me all this way?"

"It was just on the way."

"That's right, the Empire only has so many shipping routes, it's just a coincidence."

Good, very good. Now you're united. If it weren't for the video evidence, we would have thought those shouting and threatening were just shady thugs.

What does it mean to be a bully within one's own ranks? This is what it means to be a bully within one's own ranks. When Kars first joined their side, everyone greeted him with "This is my lord, please come here." But when Kars started to reason with them, they started playing the "gentlemanly bullying" card.

"In that case, the misunderstanding is cleared up, isn't it?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Yes, yes.

"Yes."

Kaz nodded.

"Then let's settle the dispute mediation fee."

It's not expensive, only about two hundred sets of power armor.

Katz was just making a random offer, but he didn't expect that these guys, with their naked eyes staring at the mechanical prosthetic eye, would actually be considering paying.

Holy crap, something's not right, not even 90% right!

There must be some problem that I haven't noticed yet; these guys are hiding something!

Soon, through technical means that Katz didn't quite understand, the motor enthusiasts reached a consensus.

Two hundred sets of power armor is not out of the question, after all, the brand premium for these things is too high, and the actual cost is not that high.

If Katz accepts the deferred payment, then two hundred it is; they'll take the loss.

"Empty talk?"

Not at all. There's a perfectly crafted power armor set on board, ready-made. It's not a free trip.

What a coincidence! It's such a coincidence!

While there's a possibility of a Plan B, this is something the tech enthusiast might give to himself.

However, in the Warhammer universe, it's better to believe that your neighbors are the incarnations of the Four Gods than to believe in free lunches.

Despite saying that, Kaz still had the oil guy bring the armor up.

Goodness, it's a Mark VIII.

When the tactical helmet visor of the air armor suddenly flashed with light, Kaz's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died completely.

I took out a data cable and connected it, and that familiar sound rang out.

"We meet again. Are you still selling box number 17?"

You owe me an explanation.

"Wait, didn't I explain it to you through those Ark Eldar?"

Kaz instantly thought of the external mind-control device that Qiong En had failed to develop.

Professor Qian, I'm sorry, I, Katz, have mastered calculus in my lifetime, but this young man in his sixties, Qiong En, is truly not skilled enough to handle the intricate port protocols within the Mechanics Cult...

"Could it be...?"

"Get to the point, stop rambling."

"Ok."

With the revelations from the mastermind behind the scenes, Kars gradually came to understand everything.

So this Mechanicus-made ship has an even more complex composition than my own Ishimura.

The prosperous world that pulled off the heist was an important enclave of the Martian Mechanicus in the Misty Starfield.

Although the concept of "motor oil guy" is abstract, it still follows the physical laws of the real universe.

The astronomical environment of the Misty Starfield is unique. Although the overall environment is harsh, some special celestial characteristics are quite important to the Empire's high-tech industries.

Therefore, a large number of scientific research results and experimental data were collected by the Martian oil enthusiast in the Casting Temple.

As is well known, the Mechanicus is infinitely divisible according to its ideology, but according to its affiliation, it can be simply and crudely divided into two factions: Martian and non-Martian.

More than one forging world has sent scientific spies here to infiltrate the Forging Temple.

Although Katz caused a huge scene and humiliated the local motorists, the three gangs were involved in the crime, and in the end, they managed to return the items. In reality, the local motorists didn't lose much.

The ship was tracking Katz, partly under the guise of retrieving that batch of optical memory.

Although there is no evidence, the tech enthusiast has ample reason to suspect that Katz was responsible.

On the other hand, none of the crew members on the ship were Martians, and they all wanted to take this opportunity to embark on a "warp voyage" and sail the ship back to their own forge world.

After so many years of undercover work, I've had enough. I should hurry back to my hometown and get a promotion and a raise.

Coincidentally, everyone thought the same thing, so the motor enthusiasts started fighting.

Even amidst such chaos, the Machine Soul faithfully fulfills its initial command to track the Ishimura, offering a song of loyalty to the God of Machines!

Whenever Kaz tries to show the human empire a little more respect, the empire's double-headed eagle always gives him a small imperial shock.

There's a reason why Mars can get along with Holy Terra.

After briefly understanding the situation, Katz disconnected the communication connection.

He certainly wouldn't dare wear that armor, even if it boasted a reputation for exquisite craftsmanship.

However, he caught the Mechanicus off guard, which made many subsequent problems much easier to resolve.

"Stop arguing, everyone. Come with me. You've been temporarily conscripted."

"Company Commander, we have agreed to your request, you..."

"Yellow Springs No. 8, Lucius, Tyrus, shall I continue?"

Although the Empire has many forging worlds, there are actually not many that can be called a mountain stronghold.

Kars had heard of these forging worlds that were revealed by the mastermind behind the scenes.

But isn't Tigris a forging world located in the far eastern border region of the Extreme Starfield? How could it have sent spies to the Misty Starfield, which is separated by most of the galaxy?

In the realm of cloud hammers, Tegrus was not well-known in the world of forging, but once he truly began to work within the Empire, no one in the Astartes faction was unaware of Tegrus.

This world of casting is not only tumultuous with its fates, but also particularly adept at cannon casting.

Around the M35 era, Tegrus was captured by the Greenskin Orcs. For the next two or three thousand years, the Extreme Star Region Government organized several large-scale recapture operations, all of which ended in failure.

Just when everyone thought the Empire had permanently lost Tegrus and stopped paying attention to the Forging World, it was inexplicably restored.

In any case, the archives of the Wasteland Wings do not contain detailed information about the recapture operation of Tegrus, but Tegrus's products are extremely important to the Empire.

The main cannon of the Brutal Blade variant of the Emperor's Poison Blade, a massive, explosive device known as the Hyperspeed Cannon, can only be produced by Tegrus.

The Conqueror-type main gun of the Lemanrus Conqueror tank model can only be produced by Tegros.

However, compared to the main cannon, the physical shell technology of the Tegrus is the most advanced in the Empire.

From the petrified lizard-mounted howitzer to the macro guns used on battleships, the weapons and ammunition of the Tegros are characterized by high precision and enormous power.

Even the Wasteland Wings were trying to coordinate internal efforts to hoard Tegros goods through various legal and illegal means.

How could a world like this be involved in scientific espionage?

It wasn't narrow-minded; after a brief internal struggle between his left and right hemispheres, Kaz figured it out himself.

The technical craftsmanship used in the world of manufacturing does not reflect the personal ethics of a motorist.

Since they all believe in the same god of machines, there is no reproductive isolation between the machine oilers of Tyrrhus and those of Mars.

The practice of having spies work for other casting world factions was the first rule broken by the Martian headquarters.

Since Mars did the first day of the lunar month, what's wrong with the other casting worlds doing the fifteenth?

If you don't use something as soon as you have a handle on it, it will expire and become useless.

Kaz thought about it and decided to bring these oil guys up the mountain with him.

The risks of this deep space expedition would be greatly reduced if a forging ship were to accompany them.

"Gentlemen, please come with me."

Katz remained wary of the mastermind behind the scenes and decided to first bring the relevant individuals under control before considering further matters.

Chapter 452 The Shadow of the Celebrity with the Knife

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

People who play with their iPhones all day long will not get a doctoral degree.

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Everyone has their own expertise. Apart from the war-crazed Genius Cult, most motorists, especially those who have passed the Sage Realm, are essentially still academics.

Is there a difference?

Yes, yes. The war fanatics of the Religious Order fight to accumulate wealth for future wars, while the academic oil enthusiasts fight to fight for better results.

This is a fundamental difference.

Extending the scope to the field of academic espionage is also applicable.

The world of forging is a private domain for tech enthusiasts, with a strict hierarchy. If they suspect you of something, they might open your skull and use a memory-reading technique, or even disassemble you into parts and reinstall the system.

Don't ask why, that's how we in the Mechanical Engineering department do things.

However, the authority and quota for creating worlds are strictly controlled by Holy Terra.

After all, once you're awarded the title of "World Foundry," the worst you'll receive is a top-tier tax exemption.

So, the empire only has about a thousand casting worlds left on the surface. Old Popsicles who just transmigrated here might despair when they find out, thinking that the human empire is doomed.

Don't be silly, life will find a way, and profits will create opportunities.

In a world where a mountain can be a forging ground, which great sage hasn't opened several branch mines?

So the Mechanicus Temple in the Industrial World, Prosperous World, Fortress World, and Wonder World, to put it nicely, is called an enclave or a special zone; to put it bluntly, it's a concession!

They monopolize local mineral resources at the drop of a hat, acting like emperors on everyone's behalf.

Therefore, it's perfectly normal for academic spies from other forging worlds to infiltrate such places.

You can do whatever you want in your own foundry headquarters without any problems, but if the foundry temple in the concession tries to do the same thing, it's likely to crash and burn.

Kaz didn't even want to speculate whether the great sage he had met once before had used this as an excuse to pack up and send away the internal destabilizing factors.

But such a large forged ship as a dowry...

That's a bit extravagant, isn't it?

"So, are you selling box number 17?"

What price can you offer?

"..."

After Jon happily donned the Mark VIII precision-engineered power armor, he finally managed to get the various port matching protocols for the external thought circuits working under the guidance of the mastermind behind the scenes.