The Astartes Family's Notebook

It's supposed to be awkward. The classification of interstellar civilizations into fourteen levels was originally created by the Aidalings, and the newly formed human empire during the Great Crusade also borrowed from the basic settings.

Later, the high lords felt that the fourteen-level classification was too troublesome, and that three levels were just right, so they stopped using the old tradition.

But the decisions made by the top echelons of humanity are not something that a mere mortal on the sidelines of the purgatory galaxy dares to comment on.

As is widely known, the Warhammer universe can be roughly divided into three levels.

These include the demons and monsters of the real universe and the warp, the top-tier minions under the command of the demons and monsters of the real universe and the warp, and others.

Although Holy Terra is the throne world of the human empire and the cradle and spiritual home of the human race, its biodiversity is unparalleled in the galaxy. Even existing network nodes like Comoros cannot rival it.

Most alien civilizations that have learned the truth and cruel nature of the galactic inferno will secretly send personnel to be stationed on Holy Terra in order to obtain first-hand information about the Fifth God and his demonic army from various sources.

So the envoy who received the message from Holy Terra that the Empire would launch a new round of exploration activities in the region of space where its home planet was located hundreds of years later was anxiously sent back. As a result, his own race had been wiped out hundreds of years ago due to being accidentally caught in the crossfire of a war between humans and green-skinned orcs/Aydarlings. There are too many such cases, okay?

The fact that a few wild, native alien civilizations can be easily wiped out is something that the sector government can simply file down; it doesn't even need to be reported to the level of the regional government.

Your empire is infinitely messed up, yet its martial virtue is overflowing.

Whose galaxy is this purgatory galaxy, and whose purgatory is it?

Anyway, Kaz went to great lengths to set up this whole thing, so it's definitely not like those self-indulgent warbands in the Empire.

Our Blood Duck Legion is going on a deep space expedition, you know what an expedition is, not being punished by being forced to fight in the Atonement Expedition!

So regardless of whether we achieve results in the end, the brothers have already assembled at the village entrance, and you still want us to bring our own cement?

The Star District government has read but not responded to Katz's research grant application submitted in the name of the Mechanicus.

But that's exactly the kind of "read but not replied" attitude the district government wants.

Therefore, I suggest that all ambitious and idealistic new-era Chaos Astartes in the Eye of Fear should take the civil service exam in the Empire and become exchange students in the Loyal Faction for sixty years.

Without the seasoned bureaucratic experience of someone like Ka Zhongtang, this deep space expedition might very well end up in a state of financial ruin and eating dirt.

To be honest, the Misty Starfield is quite poor compared to the Pacific Starfield.

However, supporting a deep space expedition with a clear purpose with the size of a subsector is really not something to brag about.

Don't underestimate the application that Katz submitted, which was destined to receive no response. With or without this verifiable document, the response from the Sub-Star District government would be completely different.

I've said it so many times: leave a record of your work. This is not only an internal requirement for our own people, but also a convenience for outsiders.

Because of the extensive preparations made beforehand, and because the secondary star district government had also inquired with the star district government through interstellar communication about the situation, the secondary star district government did not panic when Kaz and his fleet came knocking.

Fear stems from the unknown. Now that we know the intentions of the motorist and Astartes, we should just deal with it normally.

Even the landlords don't have surplus grain.

"Yes, I understand. There should be enough food for everyone."

"This isn't a good idea."

"Then let's pick some good ones."

"Must go?"

"Must I die?"

"Okay."

"explain."

Trois was puzzled; he had also received systematic political training while in Caliban.

In fact, during the Legion era, the Dark Angels, as the First Legion, had a similar art style to Robert Guilliman's Ultramarines Thirteenth Legion. The Legion required Astartes to be versatile in both academics and martial arts.

When it comes to handling political affairs, or simply planetary-level political affairs, Trois, Ovisa, and even apothecary popsicles like Taliman can perfectly fulfill their duties as superior substitutes for planetary governors.

However, the current administrative system of the human empire is not something these fallen angels can handle.

Whether someone is good at interpersonal relationships or good at doing things is no longer the core of the debate. Only someone like Katz, who is good at both interpersonal and inhumane things, can thrive in this environment.

A mere sub-sector, and a poor, remote imperial sub-sector like the Hazy Starfield, with only seventy-odd imperial worlds under its jurisdiction, was completely blocked by Ka Zhongtang with just a little effort, leaving the sub-sector government with no way to shirk its responsibilities or retreat.

Then send out invitations to all the landlords and rich people, giving them a chance to get on board, and the matter will be settled, right?

Then things became even simpler.

"It's just that the patrol fleet of the sub-sector is welded to the war zone. Just assign an Astragalus General and I'll settle things for you. I'll take half of the Astragalus in the war zone with me, and nominally they'll still be under your control. I won't interfere with the specific personnel. I'll get one-third of the patrol fleet."

Emotions build gradually, the water temperature slowly rises, and when the local gentry stand behind Ka Chung-tang, waving flags and shouting, what can the Cixing District government do?

General, it's getting cold, please put on another layer.

"Didn't you promise to take me there right after what happened last time?"

"Yes, I'm just doing the final preparations."

"Aren't you preparing to go to war for your empire?"

"If we don't fight this war, where am I going to get so many Star Guardians and ships to send you off in style?"

"You've gathered so many people, you're not planning to beat up our Adaline race, are you?"

"Not including you."

Hey, while this kind of preferential treatment is actually quite heartwarming, your shameless attitude...

That works too.

Ysera herself is no saint, and she's done her fair share of things to shift blame.

Whatever, Atansar is still trapped in the Eye of Terror, and the other Ark worlds have some connection to Ysera, Atansar's war priest.

Eldar lady Ysera may admire Khaz's muscular physique, but Atansar's warrior will fight with all his might for the future of the Arkworld and his people.

This journey together has been full of calculations from the very beginning. We are all heroic figures who have dedicated our lives to the country and have no other choice but to be affectionate. It would be beneath us to be too cuddly.

Kaz was too good at putting himself in others' shoes, which killed the conversation. Ysera angrily kicked him in the knee and turned to leave.

That's unfair! If it were a human, that kick alone would have triggered a super-exciting CG scene. Atansar's warrior kicked Tao Gang so hard that he didn't even limp. Awesome!

The Black Knights prepared for an expedition for a full eighty years, which is an efficiency on par with the Astartes.

Normally, the Imperial Military Affairs Department would only organize a team-building activity of this scale if it was an emergency due to an enemy attacking the door. Generally, preventative warfare would take at least one to two hundred years.

After all, on a galactic scale, one or two centuries is not a very long time.

When General Kasper selects his troops, the more the better, but this also highlights the mixed quality of the troops.

If someone else were to lead the team, the group would likely break up after a maximum of two warp jumps.

However, the Ishimura was too strange, and the Blood Duck Battle Group was too complex, which ironically had a positive effect.

Because those Astartes with ulterior motives really wanted to know what the infamous "Destroyer of Destruction" was planning to do.

What exactly is Samar planning to obtain at the end of this journey, which is ostensibly an expedition but actually a retrieval operation, beyond the star map of the human empire?

Before the mystery is revealed, at least the foundation of Astartes remains quite solid.

The three academic spies initially approached the task with a perfunctory attitude, trying to get by casually.

But as Katz actually pushed the plan forward little by little, the motorist's mindset also changed.

No, buddy, are you serious?!

Then I'll have to sit up and play this game.

Kaz never hid anything; he had already told the three Mechanicus sages the truth.

"While we can get more sponsorships by working with big names to build the world, those big players also demand higher prices. I'm working with you firstly because I have leverage over you, and secondly because I can afford your individual prices. If we really get good products, it's better for three companies to compete than for one to monopolize the market."

His reasoning and evidence convinced the motorist; there was absolutely no point in refuting Katz's statement.

So the academic spies, who were previously in a hurry to go their separate ways and engage in a love-hate relationship, held a private meeting and agreed that the Mechanicus monks would temporarily unite before the expedition ended.

Since they were "former colleagues," they still had basic mutual understanding, so there shouldn't be any problems with working together.

So, after the traveling merchants with their own fleet of transport ships arrived and joined them, Katz officially led the team to set off.

Fun fact: Deep space exploration doesn't necessarily have to return with a full load; sometimes, coming back alive is a huge victory.

After all, a stable subspace route itself implies enormous value.

Why was the Sub-Star District government willing to provide convenience for Astartes and the Mechanics Academy?

This is the reason: as long as subspace routes can be expanded, the sub-sector will naturally prosper, and there is no need to deliberately emphasize anything.

So, before the adventure begins, let's all practice a bit.

Blood Duck will surely wipe out a mere few million green-skinned orcs.

At that time, there were more than 150 Astartes on the Ishimura alone, not counting the new recruits.

Although I can't completely trust even the fallen angels and... that unfortunate kid Qion, Kaz, I still have about twenty trusted confidants who are theoretically reliable.

It's barely enough to support the core framework of the War Gang.

"Those who know me know my habits; those who don't, go ask them yourself."

Kaz's words were somewhat cryptic, but the Chaos Astartes, who knew of the great achievements of [Destroyer of the Hall] Samar, were already getting itchy necks.

"Blood Duck doesn't support idlers. I had to contact the official forces of the Empire at any time before, so I didn't have time to test you."

"Let's make up for those losses during this war."

"Can't even survive a green-skinned orc and can't rack up any kills, this kind of trash doesn't deserve to be on my ship."

Despite all his careful planning, Katz still miscalculated. His words caused all his trouble!

The Celestial Venerable can't laugh anymore. Your ship, your ship, you've been so careful with your words and actions for so many years, how come you've suddenly become so adventurous? Now you admit that this is your ship?

The demon hosts were overjoyed. The symbolism surrounding Kaz was already overflowing, and now that their leader's words had become law, the ritualistic aspect was complete. Their mission was accomplished.

In an instant, within the Sea of ​​Souls, the Chaos Wizards who, for various reasons, were unable to locate [The Blade of Annihilation] Samar received feedback from their scouts.

If you can't locate [Metsudō no Blade], at least locate my Ishimura, Samar.

Putting aside other things, just the fact that Kaz killed so many people in the Eye of Terror and seized so many gene seeds, power armor, and weapons from Chaos Astartes—things that Imperial loyalists looked down on—were all treasures to the Chaos Warband.

Moreover, even villains have saviors. Everyone has a few friends they'd risk their lives for. The Chaos Circle isn't that big. There are plenty of Chaos cans who want revenge on Kars, who plan to climb over Samar to get to power, who seek wealth and fame, and who want to kill "Destroyer of the Hall."

The first rule of the Dark Forest theory: Hide yourself.

It's not a big deal for the Celestial Venerable to shield Kars from the Master's prying eyes, but it's not worth it to shield Kars from thousands of eyes that are spying on his destiny.

After a soft sigh...

Hehe, the Celestial Venerable loves this kind of show.

Hehe, even the Master loves to watch it.

Hmm, wait, when did the lady arrive?

Haha, although the loving father isn't interested, how could he possibly be absent when there's one player missing?

With the gazes of the warp-destroying powers fixed upon them, the guards of the Ishimura were left in a bind.

What's going on? Why are the company's big bosses not busy having affairs with their mistresses, but instead coming to our security post to check the surveillance footage?

It's nothing special. Just work hard and try to get the boss a Rolls-Royce by the end of the year.

After the five great evil gods of the warp finished their calculations, the fragile and fleeting peace among the destructive forces had long since vanished.

Although that matter is now a settled matter, before the arrival of the new era, the four Chaos Gods will continue to fight amongst themselves, or they will cooperate to unite against external threats.

The course of history seems to have changed, yet it also seems that nothing has changed.

Aside from the one dozing off on the throne, no one knew why the four Chaos Gods would all focus their attention on Kaz because of a small human empire expedition.

It can only be said that before the war on Tyranids, the Tyranids didn't even have a name.

At this time, the planet Terran did not even belong to the human empire.

Kaz, Kaz, if the Great Devourer comes one day, remember to make it kowtow to you. You're the one who gave you the name Tyron.

Hey, hey, hey, don't spoil the plot! If you're going to be a spectator, just be a spectator. Don't cause any trouble while watching the show. Behave yourself.

Anyway, it's just the four of us here, and Kaz can't hear us.

That makes sense.

Hehehehehe.

Chapter 455 Fully Fueled, Setting Sail