The Astartes Family's Notebook

With the intervention of external forces, the power vacuum following the Great Purge was quickly filled, the planet welcomed its own mistress, the governor's wife's family successfully established a foothold on a planet with a decent industrial base, and even the governor, who should have been executed by white phosphorus, survived.

It seems like a perfect ending.

If Odach hadn't arrived with two escort ships, Motor Sich would have even considered killing him.

Using Astartes as a weapon is fine; the warbands are the Empire's sharpest blades.

But to use the Four-in-One Blade to stir up manure, that old scoundrel Leoth really has guts.

The villain, Desolate Wings, got the job, but all the benefits went to the Inquisitors. They made their appearance at the perfect moment, didn't they? That's not kindness, that's scheming.

“Oh, how could it be a scheme? I’ve brought you the ship, and that lady has taken over the troubles of governing the planet. Of course, I’m going with you to deal with the orcs. With a familiar Inquisitor traveling with me, I can handle many of your problems.”

After being taught by Leothers, Odachi matured considerably and successfully calmed Madsich's desire to kill him.

Indeed, the advantages of having a biased judge as a colleague are obvious.

Odachi needs achievements, and he hates trouble.

Your life is back in your own hands, you little brat, you should learn to cherish it.

Chapter 66 Orc Giant Stone

Humanity has never been able to understand how that huge lump of space debris travels through the cosmos.

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Compared to the two unnamed planets, Anwizland was far more important to the Empire.

This place is not only an important node in the subspace route, but also a supply hub for the Imperial Charter fleet, and even has a production line in the planetary hive with an annual output of 300 Lemanrus vehicles.

Although the orcs are illiterate, they are really good at picking locations. Every time they shout "Waaaaaaaaaaagh!" they can accurately select an important planetary world of the Empire.

As the only habitable world in the galaxy, Awaseland has chosen a policy of pooling global resources to support a single nest city.

So even when the orcs smashed a giant rock down, they couldn't break through the hive's thick energy shield.

What is an Orcish Boulder? Simply put, it's when the Orcish High Templars, after their clans' technology evolved to the space age, embedded all the junk they could find into a hollowed-out asteroid, and then, like dung beetles, kept rolling this ball of space junk bigger and bigger, and an Orcish Boulder was created.

Therefore, the most important task for the Fourth Company is not to go to the surface and fight the green-skinned orcs with bayonets, but to destroy the other super-large orc boulder that is still hanging in the sky.

The Imperial Navy has already backed down. The sector fleet doesn't even have a single battlecruiser and can only use heavy cruisers as its flagship. You can roughly imagine the fleet strength of this sector.

Specifically in the sub-sector where Anvisland is located, the Imperial Navy's strength is even more stretched thin.

During the Macarian Expedition, the Sector Fleet suffered heavy losses. Now, only fifty years later, even if the Sector Naval Headquarters wanted to replenish the Sector Fleet's personnel, it would not be able to provide enough ships in a short period of time.

Everyone knows how efficient the Empire is at shipbuilding.

It's unrealistic to expect to overwhelm the stone fortress of orcs with just frigates.

After all, the fact that the sub-sector could deploy a light cruiser with five escort ships for emergency response already shows that they take Anwizland very seriously.

So when the two capital ships of the Wastewing, carrying Inquisitor Odach's Unyielding-class light cruiser, sailed out of Mandeville, the Imperial Navy cheered and instantly forgot who was the miserable one who had been forced to stand on opposite sides of the planet by the Orcs.

The wind died down, the rain stopped, and the Imperial Navy was up and running again.

However, Motor Sich was not so optimistic. After scanning with the oracles, the mass and enormous size of the Orcish megalith, weighing 1.9 billion tons, kept the Fourth Company Commander's brow furrowed.

The Orcs are truly monstrous; their immense physical mass makes it difficult for conventional ship artillery to cause structural damage to this massive mountain of space debris.

That's the combined mass of nineteen Victory Balance ships!

However, without destroying this thing, naval vessels cannot enter a suitable orbital position on the planet to effectively strike the orcs on the ground.

Whether or not they control the seas, the combat effectiveness of the Star Guardians is drastically different.

After all, the great Blue Papa led the reconstruction of the army after the Horus Rebellion, and even the ownership of rotorcraft used in the atmosphere was taken over by the Imperial Navy.

Therefore, since the navy couldn't compete, the Astral Army was truly just a purely ground-based army unit.

Fortunately, the green-skinned orcs who came to cause trouble this time were quite strange. Apart from the two orcish boulders, they didn't have any other dirty ship fleets escorting them.

This saved the four-man squad of the Wasteland Wings a lot of trouble.

Planning a space fleet operation is not like a simple task in a game. There are all sorts of complicated things to do, such as unifying combat identifiers, calculating firepower thresholds, and organizing combat groups. To the point that Motor Sich even missed the leisurely days he spent conducting political purges on the planet's surface.

Being a company commander in the Astartes Chapter is not an easy job.

With all the company's sergeants going with their company commander to learn and observe pre-battle planning techniques for fleet operations, the company's brothers, who were passionate about the thrill of combat, had some free time to slack off.

To be precise, it's not called slacking off, but rather personalized equipment customization.

Although the Wings of the Wasteland are not a wealthy and powerful warband, their armory is so abundant that it would dazzle even those well-known poor warbands.

When Marcarius was canonized, Siren was the first to agree, Mamen.

Following his fellow warriors to the armory, Kaz saw the Eldar pirate wreckage that had been moved to the static field of the Victory Balance and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Tyrant, why are you keeping these things?"

"Because the Mechanics Cult is willing to pay a high price to acquire it."

"Oh, then why didn't you go to the meeting with the company commander?"

"It is important for a person to know their own limitations. My personality is not suitable for a leadership position."

"So, was that guy I encountered a Banshee or a Dimensional Spider?"

Tyrant scrutinized Katz with a critical eye, but ultimately decided to ignore the question.

Kaz didn't understand that his Cloud Hammer memories had already aroused Tyrant's suspicion.

Because of the memory implantation from Frankis III, it was normal for him to know about the Howling Banshee, but the Dimensional Spider, a high-level unit of the Eldar race in the Ark, should not be knowledge that Kaz currently has access to.

However, the Emperor's craftsmanship was so amazing that Tyrant just assumed Kaz was greedy and had slurped up some brain matter, and didn't pay much attention to it.

"The Howling Banshee and the Dimensional Spider are both branches of the Ark Eldar. You should be able to tell from the armor that these are Dark Eldar, members of a certain conspiracy group. Based on your description, he probably studied the Assault Scorpion's path."

"Am I very amazing?"

"It's alright. Although the idea of ​​the Dark Eldar going to the Ark World to cultivate is pretty far-fetched, well, they're the Dark Eldar, so it's normal for them to be a bit eccentric."

"Will I receive another reward? I also want my breastplate to be carved."

Are you thinking about eating Tao Gang?

Tyrant glanced at the thorny trim on Kaz's shoulder armor and couldn't help but chuckle.

The little rascal is getting more and more pleasing to the eye.

The reason for opening the armory and allowing the company members to choose weapons and equipment is that orcs are also a race that is good at boarding.

If the fleet battle goes smoothly, it would be best to destroy that ancient behemoth with firepower. If that is not possible, the boarding of the fourth Astartes becomes the last resort.

It's one thing that the company was poor and had no other choice, but the Fourth Company had saved up some resources, and they weren't just sitting around collecting dust; they had to be used when needed.

So Tyrant explained in detail to the new recruits the specifics of boarding maneuvers, as well as the weapons and equipment that should be selected for specific tactical positions.

"So why don't we use the Centurion combat uniforms we have?"

After Tyrant lost interest in continuing his lecture, Katz asked his own question.

"Because it's not good at using it. The Motor Sich is barely usable, but do you want our fourth company commander to do this job?"

"Old soldier, tell us, tell us quickly."

"Tch, now you're calling him a veteran again, you little brat."

Despite his impatience, Tyrant still went on to describe the centurion's details.

It's powerful, truly powerful. Even the Terminator Armor can only be classified as power armor, since its full name is Tactical Dreadnought Armor. But the Centurion Armor is officially called the Centurion Siege Armor Combat Suit.

Listen up, look carefully, this is a mecha, a vehicle. To pilot the Centurion, you need a license. Driving without a license will result in execution!

Tyrant was tight-lipped about the origins of these two centurion sets, but since even the old man, the chapter master, didn't want them, Kaz realized there was something seriously wrong.

So what is the problem?

"We don't have a corresponding programming control system."

"what?"

"What do you mean, Centurion doesn't think that he's connected to the nervous system through a black shell like a power armor."

"Isn't that so?"

"Yes and no."

Why are they even playing the YES & NO game now?

"When we got these two Centurion suits, the suits were in good condition, but the Thinker array was already decayed and damaged, and the data could not be copied at all. The chapter commander gathered all the technical sergeants in the regiment and managed to cobble together a barely functional control system. At that time, all the chapter brothers with piloting talent tried it, and even Motor Sich, only three people were able to stand up and not get airsick after piloting it."

Airsickness, Astartes?

Can these two words be put together?

Seeing Kaz's skeptical expression, some veterans came over and egged him on, saying that he was the chosen one and would definitely be able to wield such a divine weapon, trying to trick Kaz into giving it a try.

Kaz laughed and gave the middle finger.

Do I look like an idiot to you?

Chapter 67 The Emperor and Holy Terra's Test Has Arrived

The only force capable of rivaling the Orcs in terms of my thinking power is the Imperial Navy General Staff.

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After the meeting, it's time to start the war.

With a total of four main warships, this is already a very considerable naval force.

"Gothic Fleet" is really harmful. Kaz always thought that a fleet wasn't a real fleet without three or five battleships and seven or eight heavy cruisers, and that escort ships were just disposable consumables for opening up vision.

Stop kidding. Without planetary shields, a light cruiser with the firepower of three to five escort ships would be enough to carry out an extermination order.

The reason why the human empire can become the overlord of the galaxy is because of the powerful firepower of the imperial navy, not because of civilization or powerful claims.

However, facing the Orcs' space behemoth, Motor Sich really wasn't confident of victory.

This huge pile of space debris is so disgusting.

Nineteen billion tons, in terms of mass alone, it's not that impressive. As a satellite of Holy Terra, the moon's mass is approximately 7350 billion trillion tons. Compared to the moon, the Orcish behemoth is nothing.

The problem is that the moon won't be hitting you in the face at hundreds of kilometers per second.

The Mechanicus had tried to dismantle the orcish megaliths, but aside from finding a lot of junk, they gained absolutely nothing.

Humans cannot comprehend the bizarre technology of the orcs.

Gravity weapons, Waaaaaaaagh force field cannons, all sorts of inexplicable and bizarre methods, and they run incredibly fast. If the invading orcs hadn't already smashed a giant rock down, I really don't know how we would have fought this battle.

The main problem is that the size of this orcish megalith is far too large.

This wasn't the first time the Imperial Navy had fought a space war against the Greenskin Orcs. They had once achieved an epic victory by annihilating seven Orcish megaliths and dozens of escort ships without taking any damage.

However, those orcish megaliths, the smaller ones weighed 30 to 50 million tons, and the larger ones weighed only 100 to 200 million tons.

The orcish boulder in front of us, weighing 1.9 billion tons, is truly an exaggeration. Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. If a Nova Cannon were to bombard it, the effect would be like scraping dead skin off your heel.

It's really hard to handle.

Fortunately, this thing is still far from the Orcs' war moon, and its gravity weapon has a limited range, so it cannot pose a fatal threat to the human fleet.

Even the shortest gravity weapon has a longer range than the Imperial Navy's broadside cannon array, so the "bring the ship closer" tactic cannot be used. The capital ships and escort ships can only use their main guns to scratch the orc giants from a safe distance.

To break the deadlock, Astartes will ultimately have to resort to boarding maneuvers.

The company commander was very serious, but Astartes was very happy.

Guess who the company didn't take with them when they boarded?

Kaz and the company chaplain were left behind.

???

No, you old bastard, Motor Sich, why am I the one being bullied? Is that reasonable?

Reverend Hammurabi readily accepted the company commander's arrangement. The Victory Scales contained relics of the chapter, and since the company lacked a think tank, he was indeed needed to look after them.

However, while Katz maintained a cool and aloof demeanor on the surface of the Pioneer Star's bridge, he was inwardly cursing him horribly.

A frigate of the Sector Navy launched a self-sacrificing attack, using its Void Shield to withstand the sweeping blow of the Orcish Giant Stone Gravity Whip at the extreme distance. Although severely injured, at least it didn't set off fireworks on the spot.