The Astartes Family's Notebook

Praise be to the god of all machines, praise be to God the God of All Machines, we green-skinned monks will certainly live up to the name of the Great Technique Master, Waaaaaagh!

After learning about this, Katz remained silent for a moment.

Forget it, beating up the space necromancers is more important. Let's play the match, let's play the match.

The result was that the orcish mystical device, obtained in exchange for ten robes, was not researched by the orthodox Omnesian followers. Meanwhile, the heretical cultists who were involved with the Omnesian cult had already begun to launch an offensive against the undead in space.

There was nothing they could do. Even though Kaz had treated them differently, the Bloodaxe Clan's elite youngsters still marveled at how rich they had never fought a battle like this.

With such abundant supplies, if we don't let the kids go out and cut down some trees, discipline will break down and morale will collapse.

As a result, whenever the green-skinned orcs moved in the north, the Astrail Forces in the south and east had to follow suit, and the Astartes naturally had to continue their great archaeological and grave-digging work with the oil-man.

The intensity of the war has escalated again.

As long as His Majesty the French Emperor wakes up, everything will be alright. After all, it is a war fought on home soil, and General Dai Guan has never considered the possibility of his own dynasty being defeated.

Generally speaking, unless it is a minor, marginal dynasty, a patriarch will definitely have more than one tomb world under his command.

However, there is an old saying in ancient Terra: "A county magistrate who has committed evil deeds for three lifetimes is attached to the city; a magistrate whose evil deeds are so numerous is attached to the capital."

A high-ranking undead like General Dai Guan, if sent to the frontier, would be a regional overlord, a hero who rules over a tomb world.

Unfortunately, this tomb world is the final resting place of the Emperor of his own Necromancer dynasty, and several crowned generals are lying beside him.

It means my status isn't high enough; I have to wake up and unclog the toilet at the slightest thing. Sigh...

Let these parasites make a scene, make a scene! Let them make a bigger fuss, until they alarm His Majesty the Emperor. Then let's see how they handle the consequences.

Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; General Dai Guan has done his best, to the point that he's practically giving up.

If you don't have enough troops and your authority is insufficient, what can you do? Come on, you guys who say that if you were in charge, the dynasty's reputation wouldn't be so disgraced, step forward! I'm willing to abdicate and give way to a more capable person. You can command and fight this battle.

Look my eyes, tell me what I can do!

Despite the angry words, the blame couldn't really be shifted, because the Necromancers in space were a true feudal autocracy. General Dai Guan no longer fought large-scale frontal battles with the Imperial raiders, but instead relied on the geographical advantages of the Necromancer complex to engage in strategic operations.

Damn it, you guys run the operations, so I'll run the operations too. Let's all mine, everyone can do it, it's the same for everyone.

It was in this battlefield atmosphere that humanity's second batch of one million cannon fodder was transported over.

Mining and combat forces are sufficient for now. Transfer 200,000 strong men to supplement the various legions of the Astral Army, and send the rest to mining.

Katz made almost the same judgment as General Daiguan: in the end, this battle might really come down to which side has more money left and which side can have one more buyback opportunity.

Terran production capacity is limited by the number of factories, and if the time drags on, the Necromancers in space may not necessarily have the upper hand.

Without further ado, Commander Kallmann's orders are being passed down: urbanization is about to accelerate.

Chapter 464 The Boomerang Flew Away

The more equipment a repairman fixes, the more skilled he/she is.

The more patients a doctor dies while treating, the more skilled he is considered.

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War is all about using every means possible.

However, both Katz and General Daiguan were somehow in sync, controlling the course of events.

The main issue is the stress response between the Necromancers and the Orcs; they truly are brothers who have stood the test of time.

As we all know, the green-skinned orcs are the kind of weird species that can undergo a battlefield super-evolution as long as they are not killed. Last week they were playing Clash of Clans in the Stone Age, but as soon as they see the Empire's starships coming at them, they can be making a giant monster by hand next week.

And the Necromancers in space are just like that.

Kaz deployed his Thunder Fighter squadron, and the opposing side immediately pulled out various flying vehicles from the Necromancer Dynasty.

When you're unsure if you can one-shot your opponent, it's best to play it safe and avoid using tactics like orbital bombardment.

They also dig up graves and raid tombs.

So General Dai Guan had something to say.

Well, I'm not too sure about the situation in the tomb worlds of other dynasties, but a high-ranking undead like the Crowned General is at least on par with a regional military governor, if not second only to one.

What's going on with me? I'm a follower of Guo Jingcheng.

I have to report to him morning and night, but the Emperor never even sees me!

We should reflect on our own actions when humans bully us. I searched everywhere, but there wasn't a single person in charge at the Five Armies Commandery. They just made me, the Commander of the Nine Gates, defend against the enemy.

Permissions? If you don't give me permissions, I'll defend against your enemies.

Even the best system will have gone awry after 60 million years.

Before the space necromancers went into eternal slumber, there was a detailed contingency plan that specified who to awaken, how many troops to mobilize, and what level of core assets could be used in the event of an unexpected situation in the tomb world.

Logically speaking, given Katz's actions, waking up a crowned general to handle the situation was already a very cautious move.

After all, within the Tomb World, the public military pool accounts for more than a third of the dynasty's total military strength. Add to that General Dai Guan's own personal guards, and dealing with millions of humans is a piece of cake.

That makes sense, but even the German oil-paper package couldn't seal away a sewer engineer for 60 million years.

The state of the tomb world is really bad.

Rather than fighting humans, General Dai Guan focused more of his energy on repairing aging equipment.

It's been a year. A full year since I awoke from my slumber, and the leaky command throne has finally been repaired.

Hmm, it feels a little strange without that tingling, numb feeling.

Here we must mention the bizarre feudal system of the Necromancers' tribal slavery.

The impact of King Silent Szalak's abolition of the General Control Agreement was extremely profound.

This is not just a matter of the Silent King relinquishing his power of life and death over all the undead in space.

All the Star Gods needed back then were obedient dogs, weapons of war that could help them defeat the ancient saints.

Therefore, it is incorrect to say that the Necromancers in space represent a slave society.

Because this thing is based on Skynet, but it's more like a less Gestalt version of Mechatronics.

The Silent King abolished the General Control Agreement, which instead prompted the various undead dynasties to move towards feudal tribalization.

However, the order to sleep was an absolute command issued before the abolition of the master control agreement, and no necromancer dynasty could disobey it.

Nothing happened while everyone was asleep, but after waking up, General Dai Guan had already vaguely discovered the problem.

Previously, authorization meant responsibility, but now authority is power.

When the General Control Agreement was still in effect, he wouldn't have even thought of complaining. However, this is not the first time now. General Dai Guan has been dissatisfied with the French Emperor's feigned death and his colleagues' feigned sleep many times.

Wait, didn't we, the fear-of-death beings, already discard this useless humanity after completing our physical transformation?

Forget it, what's the point of researching this? Life still goes on.

There's no such thing as a peaceful and sweet eternal sleep; it's all about carrying the burden for those worthless bastards.

Katz was unaware of General Dai Guan's thoughts, but the space necromancers' perception of time was quite different from that of humans; a year felt completely unreal to them.

As a result, after the Necromancers in space actively recalled their buildings to shrink their defensive perimeter, Katz also slowed down his offensive pace in real time.

No, grandpa, don't go! Keep playing!

Phase technology is truly amazing; it can even recycle the phase of newly created buildings, which is so convenient.

The racial characteristics of these space necromancers really resemble those of Protoss's group of firstborn gods. I wonder who copied whom.

Could they really be that similar?

It's true, exactly the same. P can create wild crystals, and so can NEC.

Kars is here to dig up graves and raid tombs, so naturally he can't just stay on the surface.

A hefty reward will always attract brave men. Whether it's the Astral Army, the Orcs, or local gang brutes, it doesn't matter. As long as the bounty is high enough, there's nothing they can't do: go through the Necromancer's portal to the inside of the Tomb World to draw maps and place beacons.

The tech enthusiast has already gotten his hands on more than twenty static storage containers for Necromancers. Where do you think these things came from?

Is this job dangerous?

Of course it's dangerous! If you're discovered by the space undead, you'll be captured and experimented on, a fate worse than death.

But how many people actually want to do this job?

There are many.

If I'm not afraid of being poor, why would I be afraid of dying?

When General Kaspersky was in charge of the army, he was exceptionally good at rewarding and punishing people.

The Grand Secretary doesn't even delay paying the green-skinned orcs' bounty, so what are the common humans worried about?

However, General Dai Guan was not a solid block of iron. He also began to spawn troops in the wild and started to harass the Empire's mining operations.

In the end, the scenes of large-scale battles disappeared, and small-scale conflicts that harassed branch bases everywhere continued unabated.

Heh heh, trying to play this game with us Astartes?

If the Thunderhawk gunboats aren't enough, the Averus will do.

At first, the tech guys were still acting up, not having learned this or authorized that, but then Kaz put a lot of pressure on them, and the tech priests suddenly learned everything and remembered everything.

He's being a jerk.

Zhao. The Akada faction's oil enthusiasts were initially hesitant, suspecting that Katz was entrapping them.

As it turned out, after discovering that the diverse group of tech enthusiasts around Katz were actually conducting alien technology research, he completely dropped his pretense.

I can be a dissident, and I can abandon all principles.

When the oil makers aren't producing oil to meet sales targets, the pungent smell of boiling oil is impossible to mask.

Only Ysera felt out of place in the current situation.

Found it, the gateway to the Internet has been found.

Although a comprehensive search covering hundreds of kilometers was inefficient, they eventually found it.

The only problem is that damn digging for survival again.

After roughly determining the target location, White Sprout returned to Kaz and requested a batch of engineering equipment.

"Do you know how to use it?"

Kaz wasn't bothered by the excavator, but White Bean Sprout's situation was...

"meeting."

Katz was unaware that he had had indirect contact with Isera back in Alevia, and naturally, he was also unaware of the historical anecdote about White Bean Sprout learning to operate an excavator.

However, the guards of the Si Zhan are really hard to keep up with.

Because they not only learned how to operate excavators, but also practiced them in real-world situations.

Where should I send it to?

Kaz doesn't care about Ysera's private affairs. If he doesn't cause trouble, he's just a nobody. He's given her plenty of benefits. It's pointless for him to be stingy before parting. If she wants something, he'll give it to her.

"Give me the transport plane too."

After all, the Gate of the Net is of great importance, and Ysera doesn't want Kars... humans to know too much.

"Company Commander, the Adallings have learned about the Empire's flight vehicle operating parameters. That's not good."

"Very well, your loyalty is commendable, but you're as stupid as a pig. Is there any Aidaling race that doesn't know about the Empire's standard equipment? The design parameters that could be sold have already been sold off. Do you think you and I are still waiting?"

Qiong En was rendered speechless by Kaz's retort; this empire truly deserves...

"It's pretty much the same with the Adarin. Their weapon specifications were also sold to the Empire in exchange for benefits, and I personally handled some of them."

Katz's casual explanation dispelled Choon's rebellious thoughts.

Oh, so everyone feels this way. That's alright then.

When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it. Katz is not the kind of person who would easily waver in his strategic goals. He will fight the battle as it should be fought. Before the Space Necromancers show obvious signs of exhaustion, Katz will never take the initiative to launch a strategic decisive battle.

Micro-management, the commander is determined to use micro-management skills to their fullest potential!

As the largest vested interest group in reality, the oil enthusiasts, though unwilling, had no choice but to accept the price offered for custom power armor services for Astartes.

Nonsense. If you don't offer enough benefits, do you expect those chaotic traitors to work for you?

In fact, at the very beginning of the war, many people within the war guild openly questioned the guild leader's decision.