The Astartes Family's Notebook

The essence of insults is venting; you are actually calming your own emotions.

The essence of arguing is persuasion; you try to convince the other person that they are really the person you described.

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The subspace high-pressure electric septic tank is about to explode.

The five giants of the subspace all knew about this, after all, Old Man Huang personally sealed the deal.

The Eye of Fear and the Whirlpool, those two pressure relief valves, are completely ineffective; the pressure is immense.

Therefore, the ship of the Supreme Heaven also started leaking from the roof. The Four Chaos Gods represent the Supreme Heaven, but it is unlikely that the Four Chaos Gods represent the Supreme Heaven.

The arrival of the Tyranids is not an unknowable future for the Destroyer.

Despite the seemingly invincible and ultimate answer to life that the insect swarm appears to be, they simply happened to be caught in the historical opportunity of the Milky Way's great destruction.

Let's not even mention the ancient saints and star gods; they're too over-the-top.

The pinnacle of space necromancers, the pinnacle of the Eldar Empire, the golden age of humanity, the human empire during the Great Crusade when the Emperor and twenty Primarchs still roamed the earth, and even the green-skinned orcs whose "Beast" Primarchs were still alive.

Come on, shall we have the Great Devourer clash with these galactic native powers?

Ran Dan might even be able to take on the Great Devourer's brain.

However, it's fine to say those encouraging words when you're feeling good, but you still have to keep going through the rest of your days.

After intense communication with the Imperial government departments at the sub-sector level, Kaz finally figured out one thing.

After wandering around the Eye of Fear in the grotesque trenches, it's now the middle of the seventh hundredth of the forty-first millennium.

Ah, where has the time gone? I feel like I haven't done anything, how come more than a hundred years have passed?

Never mind that, what matters is that the destructive forces of the warp have unanimously agreed that it is you, Kars, who will "correct" history.

What does it mean?

In the 745th year of the 41st millennium, the Blood Raven Chapter clashed for the first time with the Behemoth Tentacle Fleet, one of the six major branches of the Tyranids, at the edge of the Extreme Starfield.

This is an established matter agreed upon by both the Emperor and the Four Gods.

Only when all five giants of the Sea of ​​Souls agree can history become history.

The problem is that it wasn't until after the Second Tyranid War that the Ultramarines, who had almost been wiped out, went back to check the archives and discovered that the Tyranid vanguard had arrived much earlier than expected.

As early as 500 M41, Imperial merchant fleets discovered some strange humanoid creatures with tentacles growing from their faces in Imgal.

Subsequently, the Salamander Squad took on the tip-off from the public and cleaned up these alien creatures that were classified as local "natives".

It wasn't until nearly five hundred years later, when it was confirmed that the Tyranids were a formidable enemy of the Empire, no less powerful than Chaos, that the Empire was surprised to unearth various clues from old documents.

So the Terran Zerg were already here.

Even more remarkably, in the third century of the forty-first millennium, the wandering merchants of the Misty Starfield reported to Sepmundi that they had seen alien biomass warships that blotted out the sky in the Halo Zone.

But, those who know, know. It's all about traveling merchants and the hazy star field. Who takes it seriously? You're just spouting nonsense if there's no video recording.

The destructive forces of the warp are not afraid of the Great Devourer; the Great Game welcomes new suckers to the game.

But you can't enter now.

We're not ready yet.

When the moment arrives, as expected and blessed by destiny, what Kars thinks becomes irrelevant; fate will push him forward in the predetermined direction.

We must withstand this probing attack from the Great Devourer; the Zerg must not come before the time is right.

Fun fact: The Terran Zerg do not have a fixed ecological template.

These extreme evolutionary monsters have always been adept at adapting to local conditions.

Therefore, the various insectoids, including the Blade Insects, Gun Insects, Snake Beasts, and Savage Beasts, are all products of the Terran insectoids' professional adjustments made to counter the human empire after they made full contact with humans.

The Cerebrate was a psionic unit that took shape after it destroyed the Eldar ark Maranthai and absorbed the Infinite Circuit. The Norn Apostles and Norn Queens were products forced out of the Astartes' powerful men.

Before the First Terran War, the Warrior Zerg in the hands of the Great Devourer was already a top-tier Zerg unit, even surpassing the Hive Tyrant.

What is the reason?

Because the Terran Zerg are too pragmatic, or rather, they have a particularly severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. They have to be targeted, and they feel restless if they don't have attribute special attacks.

So the four gods pushed Kaz forward, partly to thwart the Tyranids' probing attack, and partly to trip up the Emperor.

Does the emperor not understand this principle?

How could that be? The Emperor is a seasoned player. How could he possibly break up a pair with a hand that has no 1s and 4s? He'd definitely give away a winning hand.

But Kars has no choice but to go. Although the five great evil gods of the physical universe have made a name for themselves, history is never inevitable. The development of events needs to be driven by the destructive forces themselves.

It was precisely because the Blood Duck Legion appeared in the Tyran system that the Blood Raven Legion went to investigate the matter a hundred years later.

This matter is beneficial to the empire, so the emperor has no reason to stop it.

Anyone who has served in the military knows that reconnaissance soldiers may not have the best equipment, but their personnel quality is always the highest.

If this probing attack by the Tyranids isn't repelled, and the Devourer launches a massive offensive more than a hundred years ahead of schedule, a truly dire situation is brewing in the galaxy.

Therefore, for a small-scale attack on the Imperial planet by the Greenskin Orcs, Commander-in-Chief issued a strict order: if the Greenskin Orcs cannot be dealt with within three months, all the Blood Ducks of the Astartes will commit suicide!

Oh dear, my Lyman's Ear, oh no, oh no, I'm going deaf!

In fact, the Astartes did not take the threat from their own leader seriously at all.

Because my abilities don't allow it.

Three to five million green-skinned orcs waaagh are indeed hard to handle, but look at the fleet that Kaz has assembled, it's just three to five million mushroom demons, what's there to be afraid of? Just do it!

In particular, the Sub-Sector Military Affairs Department actually accepted Kaz's proposal and sent a veteran lieutenant general from the Star Guardian Army, while the Navy had also received orders and knew exactly what was going on.

At least in this battle, in terms of clear division of responsibilities, Kazhongtang has far surpassed other war zones of the Empire.

Let Astartes take full command of planetary-level campaigns; that's a sure thing, isn't it?

Airdrop silos cut off the Orc core junkyard, first cut off their food supply.

The railguns struck clustered orc settlements, relieving pressure on the Astragalus.

The oil slicker was ordered to plunder and take over the planet's industrial zone to inventory the first stock.

Then, don't rush the green-skinned orcs. First, kill the local nobles who are afraid of war as a sacrifice to the heavens. Come on, everyone, have a share and enjoy a good meal first.

With logistics cleared and troops ready for battle, Astartes has ample manpower and is ready to launch a decapitation strike.

It didn't even take three months. The ground battlefield, which was originally a muddy mess, was organized and put into order by Katz in just forty days.

This is what professionalism is all about.

Over the years, Kaz had long since discovered that most of the problems with the Empire's military deployments stemmed from the fact that no one dared to take responsibility. In a smaller number of cases, the majority of the problems arose because the person who dared to take responsibility was an extraordinary individual. And in the very end, the defeats were simply due to the Empire being unable to win.

As long as the "war commander" is virtuous, the imperial army is still reliable.

At least in our human empire with such a strong atmosphere of death worship, most of the Astral Army soldiers in the Type A and Type B regiments are truly fearless of death.

As long as the frontal battle is held and logistical supplies are not disrupted, the Astartes can be broken into tactical groups and they can easily wreak havoc, causing the green-skinned orcs to collapse.

It's really that simple.

Things become even simpler when the Bloodaxe Clan is among the green-skinned orcs on the battlefield.

"I'm planning a big push in Waaaagh, Bloodaxe lads, are you in?"

Ah, ah, ah, this familiar feeling... There's a name stuck in the throat of the Blood Axe Chieftain, dressed in a human political commissar's uniform, that he just can't bring himself to say.

"I've accepted the teeth, I can't break the contract."

With a conflicted expression on his face, the Blood Axe Orc leader risked being sniped by a bomb to meet with Kaz, but he reluctantly refused Kaz's offer to join him.

it is good!

Surprisingly, he's a trustworthy and reliable orc with a flamboyant style, which Kaz likes.

"Simple, I'll just kill your employer."

"Fine, kill him, and I'll do it with you."

“Go tell your employer that if he’s willing to come with me to Waaaagh, he should come see me.”

"it is good."

No further negotiation was needed; the matter was basically settled.

"Trois, follow them and pinpoint the orc warlord's location."

"clear."

"Don't do anything unnecessary, just confirm the location."

"As ordered."

The plan was simple, and the process was not complicated or bizarre. The Bloodaxe Orc actually went to see the Greenskin Orc leader of this invasion. Then the Orc warlord was furious, told the Bloodaxe Orc to get lost, and declared that he was the real Waaaaagh, and that shrimp canned food was not Waaaaagh enough.

Then, Trois, who was hiding with the positioning device, saw Kaz gather a hundred gang brothers. Without any fancy tactical coordination, he simply sent out all the Thunderhawk gunboats. I Jump, You Jump.

Orc warlord, where the hell are you? Get out here, Waaaagh, you're here!

Savage and primitive, but Karz's actions not only fit the aesthetics of the green-skinned orcs, but also particularly appealed to the tastes of the Chaos Astartes.

Forget all that nonsense, just get to the point.

"Company commander, this orc has a huge head."

Qiong En was incredibly excited as this was his first time participating in such a large-scale team building activity at the company level.

"It's alright, not as big as the one I chopped back then."

Katz gave a nonchalant reply.

"Oh, it's even bigger than this?"

"Nonsense, it was so great that even the Emperor himself awarded me a golden laurel as a reward."

Upon hearing this, the Astartes, who were cleaning up the battlefield, burst into laughter and cheers.

It has to be Brother Samar, he's so bold, he even dares to joke about the Corpse King.

Only Qiongen glanced at Kaz's left shoulder armor; his brow furrowed so tightly inside his tactical helmet that it could crush a bullet.

The tech sergeant's psychic intuition suddenly kicked in; this thing looked like the real deal...

Frankly, for an Astartes force of three to five million men to quickly quell an invasion of greenskins, with naval ships in the sky and the Astral Legion on the ground, is not something to boast about.

Most of the battlefields where the Empire clashed with the Greenskins involved either a single Astartes squad or a militia-like PDF force.

If you encounter a situation where the front line can withstand the pressure and a decapitation strike is effective, a swift victory is the obvious outcome.

"Boss, should we...?"

Privately, Trois asked Kaz whether the tens of thousands of Bloodaxe orcs should be dealt with, since Blood Duck was now a loyalist to the Empire, and it wouldn't sound good to have private dealings with green-skinned orcs.

"What? You think I can't do what the Inquisitor and the Astral Army Lord General can do?"

"what!"

Your Empire, your M41-era Empire, always manages to give those old-timers from the Great Expedition, fresh out of the warp, a little modern shock.

So what exactly were we protecting back then...?

Such a thing would certainly be taboo in the Empire's "inland," but in the outer sectors, it's not uncommon for planetary governors, inquisitors, and the like to hire greenskins to fight.

After all, in games, money is just a number that increases automatically, but in reality, resources require labor to produce.

It wasn't just the Bloodaxe Orcs; some Greenskin Orcs from other clans who had been exiled by their own tribal leaders for being "jealous of talent" would join pirate fleets or mercenary groups, effectively becoming hired by the Empire.

Making a living in the real Warhammer universe isn't as clearly divided into friend and foe as in the games. The reason why the races on the surface can rise to prominence is ultimately due to their sheer population size.

Take the "declining" Eldarin, for example. In fact, if you add up all the Eldarin together, their population is still overwhelming compared to those Pocket Empires and Alien civilizations. They simply can't compete with monsters like humans or green-skinned orcs in terms of battle losses.

Therefore, after the morale of the Green Orcs collapsed, the battlefield entered a garbage time, and Kaz has shifted his focus back to the technical field from military affairs.

Because that damn Eldar woman Ysera tricked Khaz.

At first, Kaz thought he would be able to visit the Webpath and witness the amazing Webpath technology of the Adarin.

As a result, Ysera mysteriously fiddled with things for a long time and managed to convert the star map coordinates obtained from the Soulstone into psionic coordinates needed for warp travel.

No, are all the warrior priests of Atanza monsters?

While the ability to directly convert real-world coordinates to psionic coordinates is incredibly powerful, ladies and gentlemen should still be wary.