The Astartes Family's Notebook

Small-scale infiltration and reconnaissance have never stopped. Although the basic combat units of the Necromancers look ugly, the Astragalus have become less fascinated by them after seeing them so many times. They can be killed by thermal explosions, destroyed by plasma bombs, and killed with a single shot by large-caliber live ammunition weapons. Laser guns are also effective when used to shoot joints with medium to high power.

Once you know how to deal with it, there's not much new to see in the trenches.

In particular, Kaz spread the points system from within Astartes to the Astral Legion.

The expeditionary force certainly wouldn't be short of basic supplies.

Want more Reca coffee? Want fresh meat? Want armored vehicles and real-time air strikes? Request dispatch authority.

They exchanged their war merits for rewards and their spoils for prizes.

We can hand over 500 relatively intact remains of space zombies, and the entire team can retreat 300 kilometers for rest and a holiday.

Lord Zhongtang doesn't want casualty figures; he only wants verifiable and traceable project progress reports.

Holding this thing, Kars spoke loudly and loudly in front of the machine enthusiasts, and the Omnisaiah followers could only obediently say "Ah yes yes yes" and "Yes yes yes".

After all, the leader of the gang really did fulfill the terms of the contract and was seriously digging up graves and tombs, so there's no fault to speak of.

The training of the first batch of new recruits on the Ishimura has entered the combat phase.

Although the resources weren't what they were when I was a company commander in Desolace, sending new recruits into battle wearing armor was still a bit inhumane.

This is no ordinary battlefield; it's a fierce battle against space necromancers. A single shot from a space necromancer's Gauss weapon can cripple a recruit.

"Isn't that even better? Anyway, the gene seed is already mature."

Although Taliman had accepted Kaz's employment, the depression in this genuine fallen angel had not dissipated, and his words were often sarcastic and pointed.

Hey, you can only make things like fast food chicken, you can't just say it, don't you know the rules?

These are new recruits nurtured from the genetic seeds of your Dark Angel lineage!

See my foot? It was cut off by the young lads of the First Legion.

What can Kaz do? What should Kaz say?

Silence, understanding, and respect.

The Dark Angels, this mad group, are truly a menace.

Kaz has already retrieved and frozen the ten gene seeds from the recruits, which are like a pledge of allegiance. They must be available immediately when needed. If the Dark Angels find out that Kaz has trained a group of recruits, it will cause a lot of trouble.

Even so, there were still twenty-three gene seeds harvested from the new recruits. In addition, with the usable ones that were picked and recycled from the fallen members of the war gang, Kaz had gathered enough gene seeds for half a company.

It's not good to just leave it sitting there, so...

When Zhao Adar's oil buddy learned of this, he readily agreed and was willing to provide equipment support for the Blood Duck Battle Gang.

"Taliman, Ovisa, please continue your efforts."

The two fallen angels didn't have any particular thoughts; it was a normal work assignment, and Kaz entrusting them with this task showed his trust in them.

So, carrying the gene seed, the two fallen angels went to the forging temple of the oil maker and began the selection of new blood.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly and methodical manner.

Then, just as Kaz had predicted, General Dai Guan launched an attack on Pei Xing.

The reason is simple: one of the three tomb ships that were worth repairing has finally been repaired.

After being suppressed for so long, General Dai Guan also wanted to have some fun.

Kaz had over eighty ships, including more than forty standard Imperial warships. While the Necromancers' tomb ships outperformed the Imperial ships in terms of performance, the sheer number difference of one to forty was something that could not be overcome by inertial maneuvering.

So after much deliberation, General Dai Guan finally remembered that even the former cowards needed to eat.

The fortification of the main planet is a complete mess; the input and output are disproportionate. If it gets shot down by human land-based air defenses, it'll be a laughing stock.

Go join Xing in bullying the weak.

Thus, an unexpected conflict on the second front broke out, which was not surprising at all.

However, Kars couldn't make such a brainless decision as to have Astartes engage in a legion-level head-on attack against the Necromancers.

You absolutely must bring your auxiliary troops.

Who should I bring?

Despite holding a nominal million-strong army, Kaz knew very well that at most seventy or eighty thousand of these Astral Army soldiers were capable of fighting in the field, which would only amount to about ten regiments. The rest should just stay in the trenches and keep to themselves.

They cannot be moved; they are an indispensable mobile force in urban operations and cannot be easily moved.

After much deliberation, Katz made a bold decision.

Let the extreme boys go.

No, buddy, throwing the mushroom spirit into a place with lush seaweed, Kaz, are you serious?

Seriously, while the spore contamination from the Green-skinned Orcs can purify everything with fire, the heavy metal contamination from the Necromancers in space is far more serious than that from the Green-skinned Orcs.

The lesser of two evils.

Let the green-skinned orcs deal with the space necromancers first; we can deal with the rest later.

He symbolically discussed the matter with his eighteen subordinates... eighteen members of the Brotherhood. Everyone felt that the leader's considerations were reasonable, and the resolution was passed by a vote of eleven to eight.

Ah, that's the advantage of collective decision-making. My objections are simply a matter of obeying the collective decision.

Yes, the idea was mine, but did everyone discuss and approve it?

A harmonious atmosphere leads to unity and victory.

Today I'll kill hundreds or thousands of your people, tomorrow I'll go down to the tomb world and steal your coffin lids.

The war between the Necromancers and human forces unsurprisingly entered a bloody and exhausting period during the stalemate phase.

Although it may not seem like a grand spectacle, lacking the dramatic scale of tens of thousands of deaths in an hour, the continuous bloodshed and losses put considerable pressure on Katz and General Daiguan.

The only difference is that the space undead are indifferent, something the Imperial humans have long been accustomed to.

"Kaz, I'm leaving."

"Hmm? Ah! Oh."

Kars didn't think much of Ysera's farewell; he simply reached out his hand.

???

Ysera was stunned. Shouldn't a handshake be done with the palm facing up? What's with Kaz's palm facing up?

Although she didn't understand, Ysera still placed her hand on it.

???

This time it was Kars' turn who didn't understand.

Girl, are you trying to renege on your debt? We agreed that the genetic seeds would cover your travel expenses, so give them to me now.

Ysera, enraged and embarrassed, blushed and slapped Kaz's hand hard.

The Adarin's amazing physical structure... these are terracotta gauntlets I'm wearing!

"I hate you like a stone."

Despite saying that, Ysera still handed the gene seed to Kaz.

"But be careful, something is really coming, Kaz."

"Ah."

Ok?

Wait, how did she know my name was Kaz?!

Seemingly noticing Kars's dazed expression, Ysera smiled, put on her helmet, and suddenly disappeared.

Of course, back in Blackrock Fortress, Ysera dragged Karz into the spiritual realm, where they were truly "naked and honest with each other." Names and such were easily known at a glance.

However, it was only after Ysera reminded him that Kars suddenly realized, "Holy crap, I'm blinded by my own perceptions!"

When I first used the psionic radar at Blackrock Fortress, what I perceived was a suppressed, confused, and unknown warp disturbance.

If you were to utter a single word about the shadow of the subspace in High Gothic, any transmigrator who didn't catch it would deserve to be turned into a machine servant.

Could it be that the Great Devourer is coming after me?

That damn white bean sprout bitch, you only say half of what you mean, at least make it clear before you leave, what exactly are you coming for?

Ugh, so frustrating. As expected, none of the Eldar in the Ark are any good.

written request for leave

No matter how I revise it, I'm not satisfied. It won't be ready before midnight. Don't wait, everyone. I'll post it all together tomorrow.

Chapter 466 The Corsican Monster

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact.

What we see is a perspective, not the truth.

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Ysera wanted to leave, but she couldn't.

Because Qiao Gaoqi secretly intervened.

Don't be ridiculous, Slaanesh is laughing. All the Eldar have a mystical connection to the Lord of Pleasure on a soul level. It's true that the Web can block this connection to some extent, but behind this Web door lies the warp.

So the God of Laughter sent one of his top clowns to secretly sabotage Ysera's final step in the ritual to repair the Webgate.

what!

Is that even possible?

There's nothing that can't be done. There are plenty of ancient bean sprouts in the Jester's Troupe who survived the cataclysmic fall of the Empire. Is it possible that the web architecture tutorial that Ysera learned was written by this guy?

None of this matters. Haste makes waste. Only when the shadow of the Great Devourer completely shrouds this place, and when the four Chaos Gods devote all their energy—or at least most of their energy—to watching this war between humans and insects for the sake of this great game, will Ysera's actions have any chance of success.

This is a highly valuable and significant rescue operation, an important experiment by the Laughing God in trying to save the Aidaling race, and Chogoki will do his utmost.

If he didn't do it himself, it might arouse the curiosity of the Celestial Venerable and the vigilance of Slaanesh. The Laughing God really wanted to carry out this task himself.

But no, too much of a good thing can be bad.

Chocobo doesn't speak human language, and the clown sent by the God of Laughter is nowhere to be seen, so Ysera becomes depressed.

That feeling of a download stuck at 99.99% and endlessly spinning can drive you crazy.

But he had just recently pulled off a cool farewell with Kaz, and if he went back now to ask for supplies, he would be laughed at.

That guy must be laughing at me to himself.

I, Ysera of Atanza, would rather starve to death today than jump off this cliff and ever ask a human monkey for any more supplies.

Wow, this smells amazing! This energy bar, which I stole with my own skills, is really delicious.

Here's the thing: the gate to the Internet is being repaired, almost done, but not completely. As for when it will be fully repaired, Ysera doesn't know.

So Comrade Si Zhan and her thirty-odd guards had no choice but to endure the elements and live like wild bean sprouts, guarding the gate of the now-glowing network.

What can we do then?

The only good news is that the engineering equipment they asked Kaz for before hasn't been thrown away yet; it can still come in handy for digging an underground base or something.

Aside from the one piece of good news, the rest was all bad news. For example, in this mining world, wilderness survival was also somewhat difficult for the elite White Sprouts of the Adarin race.

What else can we do but wait? We can't just leave this blocked internet gateway unattended, or something terrible will happen.

Fortunately, among the young people that the old prophet Atanza had painstakingly sent out, Ysera was the only one who had studied network architecture, so no matter what she said, the other compatriots could not refute her.

Otherwise, their reputation would be ruined.

"This is normal, after all, it's the gateway to the Eye of Fear."

Yes, that must be it. After hearing it so many times, Ysera herself almost believed it.

What else can we do? Someone who can solve this problem, please step forward and tell me what we should do!

Although he felt that what he was doing was a bit unfair, in the face of racial righteousness, seeing the young Atansath warrior appear calm on the surface but secretly jumping up and down, the clown held back from laughing out loud.

Hehe, um, cough cough, not funny.

Looking at it from a broader perspective, the thoughts of the five giants of the subspace are not hard to guess at all.