The Astartes Family's Notebook

Trois wanted to stay. He was not afraid of death. To fight to the last moment with a hero like Samar was a wonderful thing.

But he couldn't do that. He had introduced all the "fallen angels" in the Warband, and he had to be responsible for these old Caliban buddies.

On one side is the skyscraper of emotions, and on the other is the drop tower of responsibility. Trois desperately hopes that Katz will speak up and persuade him to stay.

He's willing, he's willing!!!

However, Katz did not try to stop him, but instead told him in a secret message that he would return like lightning.

Why are there riddle tellers everywhere...?

Trois didn't wake up suddenly, shivering, until he had boarded the ship with the other Caliban old popsicles and left.

Kaz isn't really stupid. He's seen the Dark Angels' code a lot, so he's bound to figure out some of the tricks of the trade.

Hehe, it's really fun to be a little mischievous.

【who is he?!

Who knows?

Aren't you leaving?

"I've lived long enough. I don't want to miss this opportunity to meet the Emperor openly and honestly."

There was no trace of nostalgia for life in Pharmacist Taliman's tone, only barely suppressed excitement.

Whether [Destroyer's Blade] is loyal or a traitor is no longer important. Actions speak louder than words, let's do it!

Chaos Astartes, who had never lived in a loyalist wing, could not understand this feeling.

Even as a new recruit, Katz couldn't understand why so many veteran soldiers in the company had a death wish.

But now, he understands everything.

If you lose to Chaos and then to Alien, and keep losing, won't you even be able to defeat Heretics?

Similar to the argument that you really have a cow, this Warhammer universe deserves to be criticized, but Kars truly fought for this magnificent galaxy of purgatory and the human empire that he couldn't abandon.

I'm not leaving, I'm really not leaving. It's either victory or death.

This isn't about giving up; it's about not being able to get over that mental hurdle.

Sacrifice, concessions, loss after loss—when will this ever end?

This time, we're really not leaving. Let's fight to the very last moment.

Well, committing suicide is an option.

Astartes, who stayed behind at the Temple of Forging, never expected Kars to return.

But as moved as I was, I still had to run away if I could.

In the end, including the two batches of new recruits and the veterans who stayed behind, they barely managed to form a company.

Is there still a company here?

Yes, most of the thirty-three first-generation soldiers survived, and although the fifty second-generation soldiers were unranked, their stats were still better than those of the Astral Army.

In fact, the fact that about twenty Chaos traitors and turncoats were willing to stay was unexpected by Kaz.

When Astartes returned to the front lines to fight, the mere presence of the Space Marines greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers.

Finally setting aside the scheming and defensive maneuvering, the naturally war-monger once again indulged in the exhilaration of battle, and the Master almost regretted it.

It's that smile, it's that smile, Saint Gilles, my Saint Gilles!

FNNDP, the archangels belong to everyone, and you, the second oldest, can go to hell.

Kaz didn't have time to teach the second batch of recruits the subjects prescribed in the Astartes Codex.

Sending Astartes soldiers who had not received full basic training to the battlefield was dangerous, but also a last resort.

The Terran vanguard's bio-ships and the Necromancer's crypt fleet were still locked in combat. General Dai Guan wanted to back down, but he was caught between a rock and a hard place, and the Hive Will dared not gamble on the Necromancer's true intentions.

However, how well the battle in the void seas goes has nothing to do with the battle situation on the main star.

The Terran Zerg units currently existing on the ground are beyond what humans can contend with.

The machine gunners were using Banelings, which limited the population to two hundred.

What's the situation on the main planet? Eighty percent of the billions of humans have been killed or injured, and Tyranid creatures are scattered across the land.

How to win? I can't think of a way to win.

Kaz could only drag it out.

Perhaps, the Empire's reinforcements will arrive at any moment.

However, as the battle lines retreated further and further, only casualties remained as numbers.

Even Zhao Akada's enthusiasts are preparing to retreat.

"Sage Nicholas, aren't you leaving?"

"Sending the young people off is my way of leaving some seeds for the world as their mentor. If I lose this place, I will not escape being purged when I return. What's the point of leaving?"

"Hahaha, I never thought it would be you, my old friend, who would stay with me until the end."

“Although we know what you call us behind our backs, you shouldn’t say that word to my face.”

Sometimes, the friendship between men is just that pure and naive. Kaz finally made up his mind: let's all become soldiers.

War has never spared women and children, so how could it possibly keep the elderly, weak, women and children away from war?

The Zerg vanguard used the most primitive method, directly smashing bio-ships onto the planet's surface, completely destroying the defenses painstakingly built by humanity, but also leading to an absurd result.

That's the vast amount of weapons and equipment in the warehouse, the war materials that the Kaz coordinated the Mechanical Cult to produce and stockpile, which they simply couldn't use up.

For the first time, when the empire went to war, human lives were more precious than equipment.

We cannot shrink our defenses, nor can we concentrate our forces.

Once they abandon their existing territory, their anti-air firepower will lose its cover and they will be unable to form crossfire. If the Terran Zerg then send down a dozen or so bio-ships to build a Temple, they'll be finished.

We can only keep adding more lives into it.

"Archbishop, you must leave now, the fortress cannot be defended."

"First, I am an Astartes, and then, your archbishop."

The man who harbored doubts that his mind is broken.

He couldn't stand the factional infighting within the legion, so he came out and formed his own war guild.

He was originally a despicable person who spent his whole life cursing the Corpse Emperor and the False Emperor, so why was he filled with joy and fulfillment when the time came?

"Your Majesty, can you forgive me?"

After slaying three warrior insects, the Word Bearer was ultimately swallowed by the insect hive.

However, the overload power pack is a skill that every Space Marine who has received a proper Astartes education knows.

Before the explosion, a faint, ethereal voice was heard.

“Child of Luojia, you have paid for your sins.”

In the final moments of his life, he found the meaning of existence he had long forgotten...

That's great...

However, the deteriorating situation will not be changed by flashes of humanity.

If something has the potential to go in the worst possible way, then it will most likely become a reality.

The Zerg vanguard has too many cards to play. Even while entangled with the Necromancers in space, throwing hundreds of millions of tons of biomass onto the surface is not a big deal that needs repeated verification and discussion.

Go ahead and smash it.

Therefore, Katz had no choice but to sacrifice the Ishimura.

If you say you're not leaving, then you really mean it.

Since there is no way out, then let's burn our bridges.

The Empire can always trust the power of the Warp Engine overload.

The ship captain was already quite satisfied that he had escaped from the Eye of Fear.

Now that Lord Samar has decided to fight to the last moment, how could the Imperial Navy possibly back down?

My lord, may your military career prosper.

Oops!

The Master was admiring the courage of ordinary people a moment ago, but then he suddenly realized something was wrong!

The Ishimura can be a symbol of the spirit of vengeance, or it can be a symbol of the Imperial Dream.

Most importantly, both the set-top box and the repeater are on the Ishimura!

For the first time, Tzeentch, who had dominated the entire arena, closed his "God's Eye".

Your Majesty, I have done everything I promised you. From now on, I owe you nothing.

An Imperial main battleship of cruiser class with an overloaded subspace engine is certainly incredibly powerful, but in reality, it's not that impressive; it would struggle to even destroy a Ramirez-class star fortress.

But don't forget, there's also a bunch of demon hosts and a demon dormitory on the Ishimura.

The unusual explosive power alerted the Hive Will.

Something's not right, not even nine-tenths right.

After careful consideration, the vanguard began to retreat.

Let's quickly end the battle on the planet's surface and recover the biomass insects. We've also collected enough data on the battle with the space undead. The metal ribs are just for show and have no edible value.

In order to create conditions for the Ishimura, the entire escort fleet was wiped out, and this time Katz truly had no way out.

But then something strange happened.

While procrastination may not solve problems, it can drag the problem-makers into uncharted territory.

After noticing the Zerg swarm retreating, General Dai Guan also chose to recall the Graveyard warships.

The Emperor's awakening ceremony is paramount and must not be compromised.

Without the Emperor's support, the other tomb worlds of the dynasty are in serious trouble.

As for humans, they can go play by themselves.

After completely suppressing the living space of humans on the main star, the towering biomass siphon tower finally grew on the other side of the temple.

The Zerg vanguard is preparing to withdraw.

However, as the war progressed to this point, Katz had lost all sense of victory or defeat.

From a population of 10 billion to over 1 billion, and finally only a few hundred thousand people remained.

"In the end, I didn't manage to protect anything."

Only four of the second batch of recruits survived, half of the first batch of recruits were killed or wounded, and there were hardly any members of the battle gang left.

After calming down, Katz couldn't understand how he had made such a decision.

This isn't how the Desolate Wings Chapter teaches.

Sacrifices that do not bring victory are nothing but pointless self-pity.

Kars, Kars, have you forgotten? Obsessed with role-playing in "Metsudō no Kimetsu" (The Blade of Destruction), have you forgotten all the company's doctrines?

Looking around blankly, all I could see was devastation.

It wasn't that they defeated the Tyranids, but rather that the Great Devourer, having eaten and drunk its fill, left satisfied.

That's fine, this is good too.

Stray dogs don't need tombstones; they just need to run until they rot.

"Boss, we can actually leave."

???

"That destroyer that triggered the solar storm..."

"Qiong En, you're a fucking genius!"

The intense solar storm instantly paralyzed the destroyer towing the bouncing bombs, and the ship, without the support of the Thinker array, was reduced to an iron coffin in space.