The Astartes Family's Notebook

"It's alright now, you go and help repair the boat."

Katz sensed something was off, but the lack of information prevented him from analyzing anything of value.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

"Yes, let's eat first, Father."

The passion and emotion were genuine, but the confidence that Nicholas Zhao left behind was not some vague belief, but the fact that the old governor was still alive.

The Necromancer has already sent word that the old governor is allowed to live to the very end before undergoing the bio-transformation.

Therefore, although the main star is still nominally part of the imperial territory, it has essentially become a reward from General Dai Guan to his tea-loving friends.

As long as the old governor is alive, the space necromancers will not do anything to the human world that is so close at hand.

It was just a short wait, nothing to General Dai Guan.

A large amount of biomass was plundered by the Tyranids?

So what? Thanks to the fighting in Astartes, at least there's still a place to live, that's enough.

A planet that once had billions of inhabitants now has fewer than 100,000 people left?

It's not that little. If you search carefully within the subway system, making up a seven-figure sum shouldn't be a problem.

With a little more looting from Pei Xing's side, a small pocket empire can still be maintained.

So the new governor knelt before his father with a smooth demeanor.

"Hurry up and send Astartes away in the sky, things could get complicated if we wait any longer."

“They will leave once the boat is repaired; they're even more eager than we are to get there.”

"Then let's leave it at that."

After the old governor finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahahaha, you used to wish I would die quickly, but now you're begging me to live for hundreds more years. Sigh, fate is so unpredictable, it's really interesting."

Coincidentally, the Bloodaxe Orcs, who had been waging tunnel warfare for many years on the planet Peixing, also thought so.

What a thrilling and exhilarating battle!

If it were any other clan's greenskin orcs, their morale would have collapsed long ago if they were being beaten down by the Tyranids.

However, the elite youngsters personally trained by Kars are green-skinned orcs with discipline forcibly etched into their DNA, the best of the Bloodaxe clan.

"Do the pluckers think we're not Waaaagh enough, so they're not going to continue leading us on Waaaaagh?"

"That was a really tough battle."

"It's a pity the bug escaped."

To be able to follow the legendary Hair Plucker, Waaaaagh, for a race is the glory that every green-skinned kid dreams of.

Unfortunately, in the echoes of the wind from the green forest, the Hair Plucker is treated the same as Angron, which respawns every eighty-eight hours, and is considered a rare boss with special loot.

Oh well, if we miss it, we miss it. Let's hurry up and go to the mushroom field to see if there are any surviving kids.

If the hair-pluckers won't play with us, then we'll play by ourselves.

Green-skinned orcs rarely engage in internal strife.

In the end, this inexplicable war on the edge of the extreme star field had no losers; every participating force achieved its goal and obtained what it wanted.

So what is the price?

Who cares...

Even Kaz has almost completely become numb and indifferent.

He has done his best, and even if he could do it again, he probably wouldn't be able to do any better.

So the Emperor really just threw Kaz over there to postpone the full-scale invasion of the Tyranids by more than a century?

Of course, it's not that simple.

Although the God Emperor is inhuman, his precise calculation ability far surpasses that of the Emperor.

Kars, whose livestream was being heavily monitored by the four gods, was actually in an awkward situation where he had nothing to do but bite his lighter.

The Master and the Celestial Venerable truly enjoyed watching, while the Lady and the Compassionate Father only watched because their other companions were watching.

If I don't watch, who will be credited if we're short one player for another game?

Therefore, the Four Gods could only switch sides if the God Emperor explicitly refused to cooperate.

It's Kars' skill that he survived.

Since we're still alive, let's get to work.

...Son of Ruth, you agree, don't you?

Forty-eight hours passed quickly.

Nicholas Zhao did nothing unnecessary; he gave Katz whatever he wanted.

Whether out of a sense of camaraderie forged through shared life-and-death experiences or out of a pragmatic desire to quickly settle things, there is no need to create unnecessary complications.

After all, being a dog for the Necromancer is not something to be proud of.

However, it is a very, very, very real problem.

Where can we find a navigator?

All the psionicists in Blackrock Prison were driven insane by the ever-growing warp shadow.

Kaz found himself in the awkward situation of having neither a navigator nor a star talker.

Therefore, the suggestion from that mysterious cyber ghost became extremely tempting.

“I have a secret laboratory on a border planet. For some reasons, it is inconvenient for my main body to retrieve some experimental data. I wonder if you would be willing to make this trip for me.”

"Running errands is no problem, and cash on delivery is no problem either, but how can I be sure you won't cheat me, Your Excellency the Great Sage?"

Let's lay it all out, stop pretending, and get down to reality.

"I only want the experimental data. The rest of the equipment in the lab can be yours. That equipment alone is more expensive than a Tyrant-class cruiser."

"..."

Katz instinctively felt it was unbelievable.

"Moreover, I have the star map that you need most right now."

Damn, that was too hasty.

I knew this old ghost was a moral novice; he had learned about the predicament Katz was currently facing during this time.

"Alright, let's divide the transaction into two parts. We'll talk about box number 17 later. I'll pick up the package for you first."

"Yes, that's a wise choice."

Importing the data into the destroyer's central system, Katz stared wide-eyed at the holographically projected star map and related file annotations inside his tactical helmet.

Because the place this mysterious mastermind wanted Kars to go was called Tyron.

Your Majesty, you...

Although Katz often teased his grandfather, the loyal Astartes couldn't help but mentally rant about it this time.

Dude, are you messing with me?!

Chapter 478 The Closed Loop of History

No matter how big the stage, if you are absent, you are just a passerby; no matter how many opportunities there are, if you hesitate, it is just empty talk.

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The wondrous Warhammer universe, the neurotic human empire.

Just when you think the Empire is beyond saving and humanity is doomed, some strange and wonderful things will always emerge from the dilapidated house of the Human Empire to tell you that this is nothing compared to what's to come.

Heh, the Empire's Million Worlds?

Oh right, yes, yes, it's a million, but don't ask about the millions.

It was thought that the Taiping Star Region was already a major taxpayer, but then Sidraf colluded with local gentry to engage in rampant local protectionism.

It wasn't until he visited the Extreme Starfield that Kaz realized the gentlemen of the Peaceful Starfield were far too loyal, humble, and modest.

The Taiping Starfield is nothing more than a fabricated production capacity and a false tax report—just another ordinary tactic.

Others can hide their household registration book directly in the Limitless Star Domain!

According to the star map provided by Cyber ​​Old Ghost, the straight-line distance between Kaz and the Tyran system is only 13.13 light-years.

Even without going through subspace, it's still an acceptable, normal distance to speed there by boat.

The only question is what to do next.

To be honest, Katz never expected that so many Astartes would be following him this time.

It's almost half the size of a company.

However, upon closer inspection of the list, it's far inferior to the Black Archon that first appeared in Altramer back in the day.

While other Black Archons underwent half a century of specialized, customized training in Altramor, Ultramarines dared not take it lightly.

So don't be fooled by the fact that the Black Archon's Third Company is only half a company in size. If it weren't for the fact that the company commander ran away, which was such a mess, these fifty core members could easily have expanded into a standard Holy Scripture Regiment of five companies through mentorship and training.

After all, according to the requirements of the Astartes Codex, a company, excluding the company commander, only has ten squad leaders.

But on Kaz's side, apart from the new recruits, only Taliman, the fallen angel, and Choun, the former Silver Skull, could be considered "clean".

The remaining few veterans who stayed behind and survived were, in fact, comrades-in-arms who had fought side by side through thick and thin. But feelings can't put food on the table.

Kars isn't some rootless weed; he has a mother group.

Forget it, let's just put him in the Honor Guard for now.

Don't ask why a mere company commander like the Eighth Company Commander would have an honor guard; it's hard to explain.

Without a trace of uncertainty about the future, Samar's composure was incredibly convincing. Although living conditions on the destroyer were terrible, the Astartes remained relatively normal in their mindset.

"Did we win or lose that previous battle?"

"The outcome of a battle is not determined by the number of casualties, but by whether the predetermined strategic objectives have been achieved."

So, did you win or lose?

"It's safe."

You f***ing...

Why did the Blood Duck War Gang break out into civil war during the third battle?

It's all because of the ambiguity of strategic goals.

Even those who support Kaz don't really know what Kaz is thinking; they simply trust Samar.

While Samar certainly lived up to the title of "Blade of Annihilation" in terms of the outcome, Kars himself knew very well that this battle...

No, excluding the first two battles, the third battle was a complete and utter mess.

A real battlefield cannot be understood by watching a few CG animations. Without ever fighting the Tyranids, Kaz's defense system, built on imagination, has too many flaws.

The scorched earth policy should be strictly implemented.

For three whole months, Kaz spent reviewing the three battles, trying to understand everything from the perspective of the Tyranids.

However, the results were far from ideal.

Because if we try to simulate the "Great Devourer" using human thinking, we will find that everything about the "Great Devourer" is problematic except for the word "great".

Unfortunately, because the four gods shared the same interests, their internal power struggles did not surface, so much so that Kaz did not even realize that the Chaos Black Hand was actually involved.

So aside from summarizing some tactical experience reports, at the strategic level, Kaz couldn't figure out how the current Empire should win against the Terran Zerg.

It's impossible for Kars to be confused. He may not have learned anything else over the years, but he's done a pretty good job of avoiding mental exhaustion. At worst, he can just face the Emperor openly and honestly. Only the Emperor and the people are qualified to bear such a grand ambition as saving all mankind. Who does Kars think he is?

So after completing the debriefing, Katz ordered the ship to turn around and find something to eat.

"Ok?"

"Yeah, right, learn something."