The Astartes Family's Notebook

Samar, you bastard, don't treat me like a treasure!

Despite harboring resentment, Trois, who had received authentic, systematic training during the Legion era in Caliban, still managed to draft a draft within a few hundred milliseconds, selectively explaining from an "observer's" perspective what the Icarus Protocol actually was.

Holy crap, so our Dark Angels actually have this kind of job?

The undercover agents almost lost their composure. Had the warband lost the relevant records about the Icarus Protocol, or was their inner circle not core enough? Why hadn't the inner circle's grand mentors mentioned this?

I actually found out about this from the Chaos War Clan...

"So far, the relationship between us and the 'engine oil guy' is purely one of mutual benefit, and I'm very dissatisfied with that."

Kaz's sudden statement left the Dark Angels spies unsure how to respond, so no one spoke.

“Simply using force to suppress others won’t work; if they outwardly comply but inwardly disagree, it will only make things worse.”

Still, no one spoke.

"Therefore, I need you to disguise yourselves as dark angels and conduct a secret infiltration and search of Zhao Akada's Forging Temple."

The undercover agents wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

"Do a rough job, don't get caught, but let the oil guys know you're investigating them."

"Do you understand?"

"clear."

He said he understood, but his heart was completely blank.

Kaz left the meeting room to the undercover agents and departed with half of the new recruits, leaving Trois, the veteran of the First Legion, to refine the action plan for the new generation of fanatics.

It also broadens the horizons of the new recruits.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

The Dark Cats of the First Legion have all crashed.

It relies entirely on the underlying code to put on a show, while the brain is stuck.

But that's not all.

Life is the emperor's currency, and Katz must use it wisely; militarism is about to accelerate once again.

Thanks to the vested interests of this galaxy evading tithes, the theoretical population of several billion easily exceeds ten billion, only half of whom are not counted as "people".

This is a huge waste of human resources.

Katz's urging of Alfa to recruit talent from mid-level bureaucrats to develop their own networks was a desperate contingency plan; if the upper-level bureaucrats and powerful figures did not cooperate, Katz was prepared to bypass them and take direct action.

However, the situation was better than expected. The new governor was well aware that his position was not secure and that his own father was a big problem. As long as Katz did not touch his governorship, Astartes and the oil guy could do whatever they wanted.

As a result, the three-tiered war mobilization system was put back into operation.

Kaz doesn't even need to make excuses; the threat of the space necromancers is real.

They're just taking advantage of the locals' ignorance; this kind of strategy and tactics shouldn't be used when fighting space necromancers.

This kind of total war state is useless against space necromancers, but it's perfect for dealing with the Terran insectoids as perceived by Kaz.

Fortification is not the end goal; each fortress must be equipped with a self-destruct device to ensure that no biomass that can be easily recycled is left for the insects.

Regional joint defense should also be established. The Uborg policy in ancient Terra from the Three Kingdoms and Jin Dynasties to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms was quite good. We should take what we need.

The local nobles were initially curious about what these imperial supermen of Astartes were up to, but after learning the specific details of the policy, they found that it seemed... not so bad. This policy was quite good for the middle and lower-ranking nobles.

Lord Astartes, we respect you!

By re-emphasizing personal dependency relationships, Katz transformed the "parliamentary system" that the entire planet had developed over hundreds or thousands of years into a "feudal lord system." Under the basic framework of clear division of responsibilities and the principle of defending one's territory, Katz managed to shake the common understanding of billions of people and push forward such a difficult task.

There is no such thing as an innate political physique; all power is drawn from past archives and documents.

The world is full of goodwill, and the world is all good.

Elder Ka carries the hopes of hundreds of millions of people across two stars and three regions on his shoulders.

King of Weights, King of Weights!

What a pity! In a different universe with a different art style, everyone would be united and determined to overcome this challenge.

However, in this ditched Warhammer universe, to do something good, you have to be a bad guy first.

The force of inertia is powerful, so powerful that any change will cause a violent rebound.

The big shots above us think we've eaten too much and are planning to kill us and turn us into corpse starch.

Incited by conservative forces, the public opinion environment at the grassroots level is turbulent and unsettled.

"Are you even capable? Is this all the descendants of Luo Jia are good for? All you can do is recite from a script in the church? Go down to the grassroots, develop your network, state religion, state religion, sect, where are your preachers? Where are your fanatical guards? Can't you tell me in advance if you can do it or not so I can replace you!"

Starting directly with the government system would be too costly, and the results might not be good.

Under the current conditions, this kind of work, which involves the vast majority of the grassroots, can only be accomplished through a belief system.

Those who dared to speak out were severely criticized, but dared not utter a sound.

They were so engrossed in the fervent atmosphere of the believers during the sermons that they were truly preoccupied with the spiritual enjoyment.

After being thoroughly berated by Kaz, the Word Bearers slunk back and immediately began organizing a propaganda team to go deep into the grassroots as required by the leader.

Then, empathy for suffering begins to torment humanity.

The Astartes were not born arrogant or autistic; they were simply instilled with "common sense" that fit their identity.

At worst, I'll just die. Since I, as a noble Astartes, am not afraid of death, why can't mortals die?

A simple and straightforward formula for equivalent exchange.

But no one told them that mortals are not afraid of death either, and that living a difficult life is a million times more difficult than a quick death.

The imperial fanaticism of death worship was never an innate mental imprint, but a painkiller extracted from endless suffering.

The Imperial Maxims in his hands were like a painless syringe.

People will ultimately have to believe in emperors.

The phrase "May your soul return to the golden throne" has been repeated so often that, without even realizing it, those who believe it eventually come to believe it themselves.

That's the good thing about chaos without division; you don't feel bad if it's broken. The Celestial Venerable smiled, unusually without a chuckle.

Katz is a good kid.

Mobilizing a large workforce is not something that can be done overnight. After all, advanced productivity is in the hands of mechanics, which is quite frustrating.

The dark angels messed up their job.

The infiltration and search were extremely successful, perhaps even too successful.

After all, those selected by the inner circle to carry out undercover missions are the most eccentric of the eccentric, truly deserving of the title of inner circle superman.

They actually collected evidence of dozens of heretical studies by Zhao Akada.

They also left behind the "beginning and end" as Katz requested.

The only problem is that the person in charge of the branch base is unprofessional.

Or to put it another way, Zhao.Akada's oil enthusiasts are used to the superior geographical location of their own foundry world "against the wall," and they don't have the historical tradition of having to carefully guard against "getting beaten up" like other foundry worlds.

This whole show was a lame man performing for a blind man.

"Trois, has Obisa been exposed?"

"Probably not. They are very busy training new recruits at the Temple of Forging, and there is 24-hour surveillance."

"Go to Alpharis and pick a few people. You will lead the team yourself and redo it. I want the Sage of the Mechanicus to personally visit me and beg me to show leniency. Do you understand?"

"clear."

To kill someone... and then to destroy their spirit?

Kaz denied the Dark Angels' undercover agents' achievements in front of them, and then turned to Alpharis to clean up their mess.

This kind of humiliation is even more unbearable for obsessed people than severe torture.

"Give us another chance, this time..."

Kaz didn't say much, and simply pushed a data panel over.

"Don't forget, the war is still ongoing. The preliminary infiltration work in Sector Six is ​​ready. Return to the Ishimura. Qiong En has prepared professional equipment for you to extract this space necromancer thing from the image."

A great reward will surely bring forth brave men. Although they couldn't identify what it was, the bounty hunters under Kaz's command still brought back a lot of valuable intelligence during their infiltration of the tomb world.

For example, the job that Kars assigned to the Dark Angels undercover agents wasn't sending them to their deaths, but rather a high-risk, high-reward targeted theft/demolition.

"Don't ruin the reputation of our Blood Duck Legion."

"..."

As the demon squad left, Kaz called out to Trois, who was also about to leave.

"Is there a reliable Midnight Lord in the team?"

"???"

"The Word Bearers aren't doing a very good job either. They rely too much on preaching and sermons, which takes too long. Sometimes the methods of the Eighth Legion are quite effective in dealing with those gang scum who can't understand human language."

Kaz wanted to unleash the planet's human resource potential, and the upper-middle-class rentiers did not actually oppose it. On the contrary, it was the lower-level gang members and the alienated grassroots civil servants of the governor's office who resisted the implementation of the policy.

After all, the most valuable asset of capitalists is not their metal equipment, but their people.

They may appear to be at the bottom of society, but in fact, those who are not considered "human" are the real bottom. The last vestiges of power and gang violence are perfectly aligned, and they can squeeze money out of them, so that's how it should be done.

Katz's policies actually touched upon the interests of this class.

The most troublesome thing is that these people are both victims and perpetrators, making it difficult to label and identify them.

Normally, Katz could play around with them slowly; he had plenty of methods and strength.

However, his unease grew day by day, and this sense of urgency made Katz's actions become increasingly extreme.

Verbal violence can never replace the language of violence. Although Koz is also a conflicted person, he is not worthy of being worshipped as a godfather by Kaz.

But calling him "uncle" isn't a big problem.

"I'll check it out."

The Midnight Wraiths' personalities are quite striking within the Imperial loyalists, but they are rather normal within the chaotic family of the Eye of Terror.

Once the Eighth Legion's iconic power armor decorations are removed, they are not easily distinguishable from everyday wear.

Trois hadn't actually researched whether there were any old bats in the Blood Duck Warband.

Then the second-in-command went to investigate and found two.

"I won't ask too many questions. Hiding your identity isn't a big deal. You don't need to be so nervous. What's the use of being nervous? Anyway, the two of you combined can't beat me."

Being suddenly summoned by Kars, it would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous. Samar, the "Killer of Destruction," is a ruthless killer.

"Has the family's traditional craft been abandoned?"

"It's still there."

"Very good, wipe out those guys who only know how to create fear with violence."

The data panel worked perfectly. Kaz handed over the documents, and the two old bats who had left the Midnight Lords faction instantly understood [Destroyer's Blade]'s idea.

"it is good."

They are not opposed to this kind of work.

Within the Necropolis of Space, General Dai Guan was busy maintaining the dilapidated equipment of the dynasty and waking up more combat units. He didn't have much of an opinion on humanity maintaining the front line through high-intensity, low-saturation positional and trench warfare.

Operations are also a crucial aspect of warfare. Before gaining a decisive, absolute advantage, a stalemate is acceptable to General Dai Guan.

Taking half an hour each day to chat with the planetary governor is a rare form of leisure and entertainment for General Dai Guan.

"I'm sorry, but your sons don't seem to have any intention of paying your ransom, nor have they sent you any food, clothing, or other necessities befitting your status. That's really un-aristocratic."

From initial fear, confusion, and helplessness to current numbness, bewilderment, and utter despair, the end of his political life is more devastating for the old governor than the end of his physical life.

"It's my fault as a father for failing to fulfill my responsibility to discipline my children. I deserve it."

General Dai Guan had already used technical means to find out the intelligence data that needed to be investigated from the old governor's mind, so the casual conversation at this time was just that—casual conversation.

Literally, it means talking at cross purposes.

"I think I was once the father of two or three children."

"you......"