The Astartes Family's Notebook

However, sending soldiers with laser flashlights to fight space zombies with bayonets is not in the style of the Grand Secretary.

Therefore, air support is particularly important and prominent.

Moreover, this also makes fishing easier.

It should be noted that the production cost of the Thunder fighter jet is much lower than that of the Leman Russ.

Kars only got used to this after years of struggling in the Warhammer universe.

Ancient Terra's production processes and cost logic are completely inapplicable to the current human empire.

In terms of size alone, the Leman Rustank is even smaller than the Thunder fighter jet, which is 14.2 meters long, has a wingspan of 16.06 meters, and weighs 14 tons.

However, compared to the Leman Russ's multi-fuel engine, which could even burn wood if stuffed inside, the two F122v afterburning turbofan engines that power the Thunder fighter jet actually have a lower overall cost-effectiveness ratio.

Furthermore, the processing difficulty of the main frame is not on the same level.

An industrial world capable of producing 3,000 Leman Russ machines annually—that's definitely a major military industrial center.

However, in an industrial world, as long as there is the relevant supporting production capacity, even without assembly lines, workshops can produce three thousand Thunder fighter jets for you.

In our human empire, aircraft suitable for use within the atmosphere are no longer considered industrial marvels.

Within the Imperial Army, there are always a hundred or so Leman Rustank soldiers who have served for hundreds or even thousands of years in some of the meritorious IG regiments.

But a Thunder fighter jet that can serve for a century is unheard of.

Compared to the Leman Rustank, the Thunder fighter jet is a fast-moving consumer good.

Attention, Loyal Fellowship graduates who have just arrived in the Warhammer universe! Leman Rustank is more valuable than Thunderbolt fighters, so keep that in mind when formulating your battle plans.

Katz's plan was simple: first, send a million troops there, then send a million miners to resume production, and then send a million construction workers to build the fortress.

Completely denying the space undead any chance to launch a sneak attack, Zeng Guofan, also a high-ranking official, once summarized it as: build strong fortifications and fight protracted battles to remain invincible.

Huh?

Isn't this just waiting to die?

Hey, Kaz's given reasons, and you guys still don't get it? He just didn't swing the Luoyang shovel properly.

The Necropolis world is not built directly into the rock strata, but is hidden in dimensional rifts.

The Blood Duck guild members searched along the mine for several months in the early stages, but found nothing.

The location of the dimensional portal to the Necromancer's Rift in space cannot be found at all.

Of course, this isn't entirely bad news either.

This indicates that the Necromancer dynasty as a whole is still asleep and has not yet fully recovered.

So Kaz built the pillbox right on the face of the space necromancer, just waiting for the security team of the Tomb World to be mobilized, so that Commander Kaz could use reverse entrapment to enforce the law.

In the past, when tech enthusiasts were doing archaeological work, they were often chased around by space zombies. It wasn't that the tech enthusiasts were incompetent, but rather that the archaeological team's equipment was inadequate.

You only have a few hundred Guardians of the Faith, how are you going to fight the Necromancers in hand-to-hand combat? You can't win.

But this time, Kars is fully prepared. As long as we follow the clues to find the entrance to the tomb world, I'll take your coffin lid with me!

Rebirth Protocol, right? Living Metal, right? An endless, renewable army, right?

Commander Ka has long wanted to try this out. If I were to compete with the Nether Beetle for the battlefield debris of the Necromancers in space, and then pack up the collected Necromancer constructs and throw them into the sun, how long could the Emperor's wealth sustain this?

Anyway, at the internal operations meeting, the tech enthusiasts all gave a thumbs up after hearing Commander Ka's ideas.

Samar is so cool!

Let alone other Astartes, even those from different casting worlds want to know the answer.

The results of this social practice will profoundly influence the progress of the compilation of the space necromancy archaeology manuals by major mechanical teaching factions in the coming centuries.

The benefits of the card are immediate and lasting.

Virtuous!

Blessed!

Carmen!!!

Although Samar, the leader of the Blood Duck Gang, doesn't understand technology, the [Destroyer's Blade] highly respects it.

As the saying goes, every sip and every bite has its own destiny; those who respect technology will naturally be respected by technology in return.

The guy had no complaints about equipping the gang members with more advanced observation and aiming equipment.

The space necromancers were no pushovers; with humans causing such a big commotion, the security captain naturally noticed.

Thus, the game of hide-and-seek between the Astartes and the Necromancers, centered around mining equipment, the central fortress, and the airfield for dispatching Thunder fighters, was quite interesting.

Thirteen brothers died in battle within a month, which was an enormous loss.

But Katz remained unmoved.

Serves them right. During the war council, I spoke until my throat was dry, and these confused Astartes were dozing off.

Now look what happened, you're dead.

Should!

Then, the Necromancers found it extremely difficult to kill Astartes.

Because Astartes are monsters that evolve on the battlefield.

After reaping the initial benefits of their initial kills, the Space Marines became serious and began to strictly enforce combat discipline. Coupled with the equipment advantage of fighting on home ground, even the Necromancers' deployment of Deathmark Assassins did not achieve much success.

These Astartes guys are like ghosts, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

Especially since there's a technical priest on the Katz ship who came from the Yomiuri 8.

As the leader of the Alien Faction, Huangquan No. 8 has made significant achievements in alien technology research.

The weapons and equipment of the Eldar, especially those of the White Sprouts, are mostly equipped with psionic locks, which the Empire really doesn't have many good ways to break.

But the Gauss weapon of the Necromancer is different.

This thing is essentially a scientific product that follows the various laws of the physical universe.

Although the empire cannot be replicated, it does not affect the ability of tech enthusiasts to flash and crack the recognition system.

If Astartes can be captured alive, the oil enthusiast will have a way to steal the space necromancer's identification information.

Therefore, getting themselves a Gauss rifle has become a new trend among the Blood Ducks.

Although charging is troublesome, the feel is not good, and there is a potential risk of revealing one's position.

But the competitive spirit among the Astartes couldn't be resisted.

If you can have something that everyone else has, but you don't, isn't that just asking for isolation and being bullied?

The moral bottom line of the oil enthusiasts is as abundant as the social credit score of the emperor. The Blood Duck Battle Group has problems, the Ishimura has problems, do you really think the mechanical priests can't see it?

But Lord Samar truly respects technique.

You treat me like a national hero, and I will repay you as a national hero.

The cause of recovering the sacred legacy for the God of Machines is righteous, and Niseya of Ohm™ will bless me!

Soon, humanity's tenacious "resistance" was met with a response from the space necromancers.

The scattered units at the level of security captains were no match for the "annoying worms," ​​so a crowned general was awakened.

Then, in a way that is completely incomprehensible to human technology, without any warning from the oracle on any of the ships, the pyramid complex of space undead suddenly appeared on the surface of the planet.

Inside the portal, a large number of undead soldiers lined up to step from the tomb world into the physical universe.

Ah yes, yes, yes!

There wasn't a shred of fear of the unknown; this really was just part of the plan!

Katz looked at the images transmitted back by the remote monitoring equipment and nodded in satisfaction.

Regardless of what the Necromancers are thinking, with that kind of troop production efficiency, how could they possibly defeat our Imperial soldiers who are united as one?

No, hold on, I have to hold on. If we act too hastily, what if these metal ribs retract?

Once the Necromancers' encampment expands further, and once their army grows a little larger...

"Boss, although it's not a very auspicious thing to say, I must remind you that this is playing with fire."

Trois was not as optimistic as Katz, and he frankly expressed his unease.

"I understand, Trois. Your loyalty is commendable."

Kaz didn't say much; he wasn't as nonchalant as he appeared.

But unless you actually fight it out, who will know what really happened?

Fate calls Kars to fight!

And Ysera...

Atansar's warriors had long since left the fortress, taking their guards to search for the Gates of the Web.

Holding the Soul Stone in her hand, Ysera once again engaged in a spiritual exchange with the ancient spirit, her brow furrowed.

More than ten thousand years have passed, and the entire surface of the planet has long since undergone tremendous changes.

Even with the aid of holographic topographic maps drawn by the bird-divining instruments of human warships, relying solely on the memories of the souls of our ancient compatriots, determining the exact location of the Netway Gate remains an extremely difficult task.

Without a frame of reference, relying solely on predictive abilities to perceive coordinates is too difficult.

The network gate that humans hid in the mountain bombardment fortress and filled into a large concrete block was at least located on the planet's equator, so finding it wouldn't have been so troublesome.

Currently, the search for network gateways is limited to a narrow area of ​​several hundred kilometers, with unclear damage and uncertain location...

Isera sighed.

There's no way to get help from humans in this situation.

Don't overthink it, it's a stupid approach, just do a thorough search, what else can we do?

Unable to contact Ysera, but it's not a big problem.

Because this Atansar's war strategist was merely a theorist, having learned some knowledge of the ancient war between the Eldar and the Necromancers from within the Ark's infinite circuits.

In other words, Ysera is only a mediocre person.

Furthermore, the racial attributes of the Adalin race are different from those of humans, and their technological levels are vastly different.

Ultimately, how to fight this battle and how to win it is something that Kaz himself needs to figure out and summarize.

At least the preliminary preparations were done quite well, weren't they?

Although his words were full of spirit and disdain for the enemy, Katz knew that he was not as confident as he appeared.

Never mind, let's just face it head-on.

"Trois, select fifty skilled men to guard the fortress. I have a feeling these metallic aliens will try the same trick again, sneaking in while the fighting is intense on the front lines. I'm entrusting this important task to you. Be careful to strictly adhere to the ironclad rules of squad operations, and don't let personal glory cloud your judgment. Your mission is to ensure the fortress's stability and the safety of logistical supplies."

"As ordered."

Kaz was not afraid of defeat. A small battle in a remote sector could not shake the foundation of the human empire's rule. Winning would be great, but losing was not such a big deal.

It's just that in my past life I heard too much about the ceiling of physical laws and the pinnacle of technology in the Warhammer universe.

Before Kaz had actually witnessed the capabilities of the Necromancers in space, he simply chose a conservative, rational pessimism.

One million.

Even if it costs a million lives, we must probe the origins of the space undead.

Come on, let's fight.

Chapter 462 The Green Field

There are two kinds of silence: one is not knowing what to say.

The other, even worse, is failing to speak when one should.

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Sometimes I think space necromancers are actually quite cute.

Send a declaration of war?

I don't believe you for a second. Those metal skeletons from the Space Necromancers are really wicked.