The Astartes Family's Notebook

Epsilon has been a Deathwatcher for so many years, he's seen it all, especially the Black Shield, using it and defending against it is a fundamental skill.

Some things weigh less than 200 grams without being weighed, but can weigh more than 500 metric tons once weighed.

In Deathwatch, how could the master of Deathwatch not know who has problems or who might have problems?

The result is that if everyone just talks about the brains, there won't be any wrongful convictions or miscarriages of justice. The factory settings are there, and who can't be an incorruptible judge like Bao Zheng?

How the Epsilon brothers caught the traitor was none of Kars's business. Kars was a military policeman sent by Lord Saladin to escort him back to "meet the Emperor."

After resolving the trust crisis and accepting Epsilon's "kneeling of the century," they are ultimately blood brothers in the same faction, and can now exchange pleasantries.

"Old Company Commander, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey, this is a rare opportunity."

"What do you mean?"

Do you know about the promotion hierarchy in Deathwatch?

I know, it's no secret. Ordinary thugs, kill squad leaders, Overwatch masters and independent fortress managers are at the same level, then there are regional managers, and at the top is the Overwatch Fortress Master.

"I am currently acting as the regional head in the capacity of a Overwatch Master. What's holding me back from promotion is that the warband doesn't agree to me specializing in Deathwatch."

Brother Epsilon, I, Kaz, will not listen to your words. You are disloyal.

"Regional leaders can directly connect with Forgeworld, which has a cooperative relationship with Deathwatch."

“Explain in detail.”

Katz is racing ahead down the path of no return into a moral vacuum.

Deathwatch has been corrupt from the very beginning, and there is no possibility that it can escape the disputes and remain uninvolved.

In fact, most of the current regional managers of Deathwatch have Warband backgrounds.

After all, manpower is scarce. Deathwatch's decapitation tactics are indeed sharp, but when faced with a Waaaagh-like green-skinned orc or a large Dark Eldar conspiracy group having a team-building event, what use are a few killing squads? You still have to call in more people.

Therefore, the Lord of Deathwatch Fortress in the Pacific region has already hinted to Epsilon that if someone like Brother, with a clean record, impeccable background, and a good family, doesn't come to our Deathwatch for development, it would be a loss for the Empire.

As long as the Wasteland Wings sign a contract that guarantees no recalls, you, Epsilon, will be the regional head.

It's not that Deathwatch is being unethical and poaching players; it's just that at the level of regional manager, Deathwatch also needs to invest real money and resources in its development and support.

More importantly, if you push Epsilon to the top and then recall him to Desolace, who will fill the void?

It's easy to find a thousand soldiers, but hard to find a good general. There are quite a few company commanders who are thrown into Deathwatch by the warband, but there are very few "competent" company commanders like Epsilon.

"You should discuss this with the warband commander later. I'm afraid Lord Saladin hasn't made up his mind yet, so there's room for persuasion."

"Yes, now I understand."

Epsilon pushed a box the size of an Astartes' palm over, and Kaz didn't even open it. He just picked it up and stuffed it into his back pocket. The two bastards with the four-person background were as skilled as if they were doing something else.

"What's going on with that planet?"

It was discovered incidentally while reclaiming the fortress.

Epsilon briefly explained the situation.

Deathwatch has been running for so many years, and it has been attacked by Chaos, retaliated against by Xenomorphs, and encountered astronomical disasters. In fact, it has lost quite a few Deathwatch fortresses.

After taking over the actual work of the regional head, Epsilon naturally had to check the records.

They discovered that there should theoretically be a watchtower here.

But I can't find it no matter how hard I look.

So I spent some time searching for it, and I actually found it.

Not only was the lost Watchtower found, but they also stumbled upon a habitable planet that had been restored to life.

Life always finds a way out.

Traces of war from thousands of years ago still remain on the earth. However, not only have plants and animals survived the imperial civil war, but the human population has also recovered to tens of millions.

How they survived is unclear, and Epsilon doesn't care.

However, there is no doubt that this planet has extremely high archaeological value.

Epsilon had no intention of reporting to the Empire until he could sell it for a good price.

In theory, Epsilon had already been assigned to Deathwatch when Katz joined the company, but that didn't stop Katz from respectfully addressing his senior as "Old Company Commander".

"Do you want me to help you contact Foundry World? I have that much influence. I can get a few companies to come for an on-site inspection and then hold a private auction."

"Let's see what the old man has to say later."

During this conversation, the two former company commanders of the Astartes didn't discuss how to deal with the Chaos Warband at all; it was simply two Desolation Wings exchanging their experiences.

Nonsense. You only need to rely on strategy to win when you don't have enough strength. We've already caught the Chaos War Gang by the tail, so why not just set an ambush and get rid of them? Why make it so complicated?

Incidentally, Kaz mentioned the matter of sending people to Epsilon.

"You young people really know how to have fun..."

Epsilon's expression changed after hearing this.

Samar, the "Blade of Annihilation," is now a well-known name in the Vortex. His true identity is actually a member of the Desolate Wings chapter...

Why doesn't Kaz hide his past as a member of the Chaos Warband?

It's definitely not a tribute to the emperor.

Simply because this matter cannot be kept secret.

It's better to admit it openly than to try to cover it up.

It appears that Karz voluntarily handed over his incriminating evidence, but only Chapter Master Saladin can definitively say what happened. If the Chapter Master insists that this was an internal attack by the Desolation Wings against the forces of Chaos, Karz will undoubtedly be the hero.

What Epsilon thinks is completely irrelevant.

Instead, by observing Epsilon's subsequent actions through "sharing secrets," Katz can determine his true thoughts.

Trust is difficult to establish among Astartes.

Before dealing with the subsequent troubles, Kaz and Epsilon must first resolve the internal disputes within the Wings of Desolation.

It was only after communicating with Epsilon, a current Deathwatch player, that Kaz realized just how deep the Deathwatch community was.

For example, what about the gene seed of that Black Shield Chaos Spy who was killed before?

"Theoretically, if the Astartes brothers with a strong background die, their gene seeds will be returned to their original chapters. But for those without a background, handing them over to the Watchtower not only earns them points, but also improves their privileges. In fact, some Black Shields are not from the Chaos Warband, but are new recruits secretly trained by the Deathwatch leadership."

Kaz almost lost his composure upon hearing this.

So, using the gene seed passageway hand is an old tradition of Astartes, right...?

There are countless tasks to be done, and as long as you're willing to take responsibility, there's always work to be done. Not to mention the Chaos Warband's preparations to attack Deathwatch, Epsilon's regular duties alone are enough to keep him busy.

Therefore, Katz was understanding and gave Epsilon a month to arrange his work.

Deathwatch has its own work to do, and the Eighth Company can't be idle either.

After thinking about it, since I'm going back to Frankish III to meet the Commander of the Battle Group anyway, I might as well conduct a new blood selection while I'm at it.

"Go ahead and do it, I agree."

With a population of ten million, selecting one hundred new recruits shouldn't be a problem.

Chapter 490 Nostalgia for the Ruins

Nima is the sun.

Dawa is the moon.

Gama is a star.

Gyatso is the ocean.

So what color are the stars and the sea?

...Waaaaaaagh! The Golden Legend!

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"The Taiping Starfield has witnessed over 500,000 large-scale battles throughout history. The rights and wrongs are difficult to discuss, but historians have all noticed that it was on this ancient battlefield that the rise and fall of human empires were determined, hence the saying of the Taiping Golden Age since ancient times."

"Back then, His Majesty ordered the Astartes Legion to converge on Hydraf from three directions, marching south and north to reclaim Hydraf. The day after the remnants of the Old Night, seeing that all was lost, declared their allegiance. In April of Imperial Year 5866, also in the Pacific Sector, the Chapter's forefathers had the honor of personally leading hundreds of thousands of warriors to conquer the rebellious warlords of the new star Terra, ultimately achieving a great victory!"

"I don't understand why everyone is talking about the Primarch being trapped in Istvan, as if this ancient battlefield of the galaxy is destined to be mortal for us Astartes. Two hundred years ago, I embarked on my journey from Frankish III, beginning my conquest of the stars, and my brothers in the Chapter were united. Wherever the Desolwing went, the people welcomed us wholeheartedly; we truly had the best of timing. That vibrant scene of life and everything thriving is still vivid in my mind. In just two hundred years, has this place really become our burial ground?"

"No matter what, the troop strength in the battle is 130 to 70, so the advantage is on our side!"

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"What is the company commander saying?"

"The Katz brothers are very knowledgeable about theatrical arts, and you should respect and understand that."

Qiong En quietly asked the company adjutant, Company Commander Draven, what was wrong, but the answer he received only confused him more.

It's rare for an old man like Kaz, who has cultivated for over sixty years, to suddenly act like a young man again. There must be a reason for this sudden outburst.

Because he can't remember.

Unless someone cuts open Astartes' skull and physically removes his cerebral cortex, it's unlikely he'll develop Alzheimer's disease. This is the power of the Emperor's biological alchemy, the most basic factory setting.

However, there are exceptions. Each time the Venerable Ones in the Fearless Stone Coffin are awakened, they have various minor problems, such as fuzzy memories, slow search speed, or being grumpy when they wake up.

Kaz had never thought of it this way before, but when he climbed to a high place and looked into the distance, he couldn't even recite the "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops," except for one line: "The late emperor did not consider his subjects lowly and mean."

This isn't forgetting, it's...

He kept his word and returned everything to his teacher before he traveled back in time.

Impossible, absolutely impossible. The principal recited his famous lines in their entirety.

Deathwatch is short-handed and has a heavy workload, leaving them with no spare time for systematic planetary exploration.

So Katz took the job without hesitation.

I can only marvel once again at the awe-inspiring technology of the Empire, especially in materials science—it's truly breathtaking.

The war machine from over 5,000 years ago, the war fortress from over 5,000 years ago, after experiencing the chaotic battles of the Twin Emperors era where people's brains were turned into dogs, still managed to leave clear traces.

However, these superficial things have already been plundered by the humans on the planet countless times, so they have little recycling value.

Fortunately, the fleet has abundant manpower, making it easy to conduct a comprehensive search of key areas.

As it turned out, Katz actually found several "doomsday shelters".

Qiong En didn't bring his Storm Shield. Instead, he obediently changed into a set of external equipment that perfectly matched the stereotype of a technical sergeant. He then proceeded to sneak through doors, pry open locks, and weld and cut through beams, thus opening up a long-sealed chapter of imperial history.

Wow...

"Don't wander around. Let the professionals do the initial survey and calibration."

Katz does have some expertise in circuit systems, but when faced with this kind of specialized archaeological situation, he chooses to leave the professional work to the professionals.

Don't show off; if you do, you'll get struck by lightning.

When the engineers and craftsmen on the ships of the fleet heard about this good opportunity, they stopped being perfunctory and eagerly signed up.

Although everyone knows that finding an STC template is unlikely, it is still very promising to learn more about the design concepts of ancient instruments and recover some valuable parts.

The archaeological atmosphere without KPI assessments is incredibly peaceful and serene.

"Deadly mechs?"

During this time, Epsilon also came down and saw Kaz and the others discussing a strangely shaped humanoid machine. He was very curious about where they had dug this thing up.

"Ah, we thought he was an Iron Man."

"This is clearly the ancient version of the Deathbringer from the Restoration Order. I saw the real thing during the Macallian Expedition, and the overall structure is obviously similar."

That's why a knowledgeable Astartes company commander can get along well anywhere. Kaz and the others guessed for a long time without understanding why, but Epsilon saw through it at a glance.

"Old Company Commander, explain in detail."

Epsilon didn't hold back and told the younger generation about the embarrassing and frustrating things that happened with the automatic mechs.

It's a classic case of adding water when there's too much flour, and adding flour when there's too much water.

Imperial Technology prioritizes human beings.

Things like the Casterland mechs are mature models that humans mass-produced during the Dark Ages. After the Mechanics discovered the STC template, they simply localized the replaceable parts using current technology, much like India's approach to tunnel boring machines. They dared not touch the core system at all.