The Astartes Family's Notebook

The truth is that the daily training and weaponry of the Chaos Astartes are far inferior to those of the loyalist gang members who are paid by the government.

Anyway, the Chaos Astartes that Kars encountered were all bad at forehand, weak at backhand, and had unsteady footwork; none of them had any decent moves.

"Company commander, your demands are too high."

"If I can do it, why can't you?"

The tactical helmet was a great invention. From the outside, the Astartes soldiers appeared to be stern and silent killers, but in reality, they were having a great time communicating through encrypted communications.

Not only did Qiong En follow Kaz, but several other promising young men from the company were also brought along by Kaz to "broaden their horizons".

In daily training, even when they meet in the octagon, Kars holds back. There's no such thing as brotherhood on the real battlefield. Showing them how to go all out will greatly benefit their future growth.

However, unlike the traitorous war gangs and the chaotic war gangs, the chaotic war gangs that attacked this time believed in all sorts of things, making them quite bizarre.

Kars encountered some trouble when he met Slaanesh's followers.

The allure of worldly pleasures corrupts the mind, and these things are fleeting and cannot be retained.

Slaanesh's blessed spells are not many of directly lethal; rather, there are quite a few strange and bizarre spells that attack emotional weaknesses.

Completely unaware of when or how he fell into the trap, Kars had already entered the most realistic illusion.

This is......

Guterra?

To hell with Ancient Terra, this is Earth!

"I'd like a jianbing guozi."

"Two ounces of hot dry noodles."

"Spicy soup, a large bowl."

"Tofu pudding, not sweet or savory, with lots of chili oil."

"Boss, what's the difference between your 25 and 35 tael sheep heads?"

Kaz stood in the morning market, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.

I had such a deep-seated resentment towards the food in the Warhammer universe...

Impossible, absolutely impossible! I, Kaz Samar, absolutely love taurine porridge!

It's probably a spell that leads people into obsession and delusion; though realistic, it's ultimately just a drifting echo.

Just as the core ingredient of Cantonese roast goose is lychee wood for starting a fire, how could a cuisine that is destined not to be found all over the country possibly gather in a food street?

Chaos heretic, you deserve to die!

Suddenly noticing that Kars, who should have been lost in confusion, had made a move, Chaos Astartes realized it was too late to deliver the fatal blow and decisively reached out and snatched the power sword from Kars's waist.

Then, take three steps back.

Why not use a bomb gun?

Kaz really doesn't understand. He was just being forcibly controlled. Wouldn't it have been better to just shoot him in the head?

"Oh, we're out of ammo."

The original Deathwatch Fortress followed the typical Astartes style, with its so-called defense system consisting of nothing more than automated turrets and isolation doors.

After all, Astartes itself is the most powerful weapon, while other devices are typically designed to protect honest people from malicious ones.

Well, it's reminiscent of a StarCraft master player. Building bunkers, turrets, and pipes are typical of newbies. True masters rely on prediction and mobile defense.

But Katz isn't a normal person; he has excellent eyesight.

At his strong urging, Epsilon reluctantly accepted Katz's mass defense doctrine.

Simply put, block the passageways and concentrate the gun emplacements. Forget about fancy tricks; just gather your manpower to set up guns and deploy suicide bombers in the branch passageways. Reinforced concrete is the best defensive structure. Complete defense is equivalent to no defense at all. We must thoroughly implement the basic logic of trading space for time.

The result was that the Chaos Astartes who boarded the fortress were fully prepared to attack it, but they found that even if they collected all the explosives from the Chaos cultists who had been transported with them, they could not break through the passage that the Death Watch had blocked.

He would not have chosen to use this Chaos spell if there had been even one explosive bullet left in the Chaos Astartes Bomb Gun.

Because Slaanesh's blessing emphasizes the equality of all beings, the caster himself is also immersed in the illusion.

However, after prolonged stimulation, this guy became desensitized and developed the idea that life was not worth living. The chaotic traitor, caught between reality and fantasy, finally discovered that this blessing could actually be used in actual combat.

The only problem is that the caster is easily startled; if they are startled, the illusion collapses.

Lady Joy played her part well; no wonder she got to sit at the same table as the Celestial Venerable.

Kars' sudden movement triggered Chaos Astartes, causing it to draw his Dark Angel sword and assume a defensive stance.

No, buddy, what are you going to do if I give you a whole magazine of bullets?

The fact that Chaos Astartes no longer has bombs doesn't mean Kars doesn't.

But a quick glance from the corner of his eye made the Eighth Company Commander furious.

Look at your little brother, standing there dumbfounded. Are all of you having negative psionic resistance?

Fuming with rage, Katz didn't even draw his gun. He stepped forward, ready to smash Katz's skull open with his bare hands.

"You don't even have weapons, what do you have to fight me with!"

Unable to tell whether he was just making threats or trying to bolster his own morale, the Chaos Traitor swung his sword forward, only to have his wrist grabbed by Kaz and unable to break free.

"Foolish. On the battlefield, anything can be used as a weapon, and the weapon in my hand is the strongest weapon."

Once he was certain the other party had no ranged weapons, Kaz pinned the Slaanesh cultist against the wall, grabbed his wrist, and placed his power sword against the cultist's neck.

On the brink of life and death, the opponent unleashed a powerful will to survive, and Kars's arm, which was noticeably thicker than the opponent's, was impossible to press down on.

Too lazy to argue, Kaz suddenly pulled out his other hand, which was controlling the other's body, and punched the Chaos Traitor on the head.

The numbing effect of the fist is excellent; you've already successfully become a headless knight.

Sheathing his sword, Kaz glanced at his comrades who were gradually regaining their senses, but didn't say anything harsh.

When fighting against Chaos Astartes, being killed on first encounter is the most common way for loyalists to die. Just have them write a 3,000-word tactical summary each later, and that's it.

Whether they are loyalists or Chaos traitors, once they become Astartes, they are never easy to deal with.

The battle to clear out Deathwatch Fortress lasted for three whole days.

After all, putting up a stubborn resistance is not the privilege of the loyalists. When Chaos Astartes starts playing hide-and-seek, Kars and his allies are having a real headache.

But there are many brothers, so if you want to play, we'll play with you until your head rolls.

The most demystified battle was when a Tzeentch follower, in desperation, sacrificed the soul of his teammate to summon something that even Kars couldn't recognize as anything.

It doesn't have the subspace energy vortex on its back that's unique to Vortex Beasts, so it's definitely not a Vortex Beast.

They thought they could turn the tide, but they were shot at for two minutes by more than twenty bomb guns. No matter what kind of subspace monsters they were, the autopsy report was nothing more than acute heavy metal poisoning.

Even with their deliberate strategy, Deathwatch and the Eighth Company still suffered double-digit casualties after wiping out thirty-six Chaos Astartes and tens of thousands of cultists.

But no one could find fault with Katz and Epsilon.

Besides these Chaos Astartes that boarded the ship, let's not forget the Chaos ships that were wiped out by the fleet.

"Three frigates were scanned by the oracle array and found that the chaotic energy radiation was below the baseline. It is speculated that they were used by the traitors before they had time to corrupt them, and therefore have recycling value."

"Then let's organize a boarding team."

The first battle shattered the Chaos Warband's greedy covetousness of Deathwatch Fortress. Except for the Chaos' main fleet which escaped, all the rest of its forces were annihilated. This achievement is truly remarkable.

The Imperial Navy commanders now have no doubt about Kaz's orders.

That's how it is on the battlefield; those with solid military achievements speak with authority.

Since Kaz no longer needed to handle the follow-up work, he went to Epsilon.

"You really won't come with me?"

"I'm not leaving. I can guess what that old scoundrel Saladin is thinking pretty well. What's the point of going back? I can't persuade him, and he can't persuade me either."

"My orders are to escort you back to Frankish III."

"Don't give me that bureaucratic talk. We've all been company commanders. Go and emphasize that to your subordinates."

"You're putting me in a difficult position."

"It's not difficult, why would I make it difficult for you?"

Epsilon pulled out a roll of parchment sealed with sealing wax, and then took a bag the size of Kaz's fist from his waist.

“Take these back with you, Saladin won’t bother you.”

"Really not going back?"

"You're the one who told me the information from Badab. Kaz, what do you think will happen if Star Claw wins but loses?"

Kaz didn't want to get into the topic.

Before the completion of the twenty-sixth military buildup, the empire could not spare any troops to reinforce the Great Vortex.

If the Star Claws lose the Void Sea battle against the Greenskin Orcs, then even defending the Badab defense line will be extremely difficult, and the world of Sabat will become a playground for the Maelstrom pirates.

"Let me stay here and do what I can."

For a moment, Kaz even wanted to stay and be a pillar of strength alongside Epsilon.

Unfortunately, his mission and responsibilities did not allow Katz to do so.

"I will relay this to the battle group leader as it is."

"Hahaha, that's exactly right."

Kaz turned to leave, but Epsilon called him back.

"Kaz, I have no intention of commenting on the rights and wrongs of what happened back then, but you recruits were indeed innocent victims. I'm sorry."

"Humph."

With a mix of regret, resentment, and relief, Kaz embarked on his return journey.

The sector fleet disbanded midway through the journey, and everyone went home with bulging cheeks.

As Epsilon said, after reading the letter, Saladin did not pursue the matter of Kaz's "disobedience," but simply said thank you for your hard work and let Kaz go to rest.

However, no sooner had Kaz returned to the captain's lounge on the Shining Blade than he was immediately summoned to the Imperial Statue Hall via internal communication.

Alright, the weapons and equipment are already in the storage lockers. It's too much trouble to put them back on, so let's go empty-handed.

Upon arrival, they discovered that all the Astartes brothers, who were sergeants or higher, were present.

"Kaz, go and chat with someone for a bit. I have something important to announce once everyone is here."

Upon seeing Kaz enter, Saladin casually greeted him and then remained silent, calmly standing beneath the imperial statue with his eyes closed in meditation.

So, Kaz didn't mince words and chose not to disturb the warbands who were standing in neat rows. Instead, he went straight to the veteran warbands who were huddled together and bragging.

Saladin looked down at the two distinct groups of people and felt a strange sense of emotion welling up inside him.

Could this be a revelation from the emperor to himself?

Don't ask the team leader why he can see with his eyes closed; anyone who's been a student knows that their homeroom teacher has eyes in the back of their head.

After waiting a few more minutes, everyone finally arrived. Kaz and the others consciously dispersed, lined up, and waited for the warband leader to give instructions.

"We have just received confirmation that the 26th Astartes Reconstruction has officially begun."

Although no one whispered among themselves, all the Astartes present were greatly invigorated upon hearing the Chapter Master announce the news.

Damn it, Holy Terra, the Highlord Council, Astartes are almost wiped out, and you've finally decided to build up your army again?

“You might wonder why I’ve stayed at Frankish III for over twenty years. The answer is actually quite simple. You know Haven’s situation; it simply can’t handle large-scale recruitment of new soldiers. After considering all options, this place is still the most suitable.”

Kaz was also thinking to himself, "Aside from the First and Fourth Company that are currently on expedition, is our Desolate Wings finally going to return in full force?"

With a shortage of two or three hundred people, the battle group leader said Haven was not suitable. Is this a race against time?

However, Saladin didn't keep them in suspense and gave them the answer directly.

“This time, we secured nominations from three founding groups: White Scars, Dark Angels, and Imperial Fist. Holy Terra has already agreed to the plan to split the Wasteland Wings into sub-groups.”

"???"

"!!!"

Holy crap, are all the loyalist guild leaders like this now? They always manage to create a big scandal out of nowhere.

The Astartes Codex stipulates that a Space Marine Chapter can only have one thousand men.