The Astartes Family's Notebook

Astartes was indeed a superhuman; he could hit a stationary target 400 meters away with perfect accuracy using only his eyesight.

However, aside from precision-aimed firearms like sniper rifles, when shooting from a distance or engaging moving targets, Astartes, who are accustomed to hip-firing, tend to use the power armor's aiming assist function.

As is well known, the original software of the Mechanical Engineering Corps is basically a "monkey version". When veterans find that the official "cheat" doesn't work, they either learn programming themselves or ask their technically savvy comrades for help.

New recruits don't get this treatment. Why should new recruits be able to skip over the hardships and pitfalls that veterans went through?

So when they were singled out for criticism, no one spoke up for the new recruits.

Just feeling the resentful look in Kaz's eyes, Ingus knew that his treasured mini-program was about to be lost again.

So why didn't Katz fire an empty shot?

Because that bastard Katz thinks life is a big game, and he's addicted to iron sights.

"Just fool yourself, don't try to fool me. Your shooting skills are just so-so. It's only because you prefer close combat and like to wield a knife that your accuracy seems high. Within 200 meters, the original aim assist function of the Mechanic is still quite useful. Beyond that, the response speed of the optical aiming is slow, and you still have to rely on feel."

Too much talk leads to bad consequences, and then Kaz "threatened" him with the debt of saving his life, so Ingus reluctantly shared his optimized aim assist program.

"So you clearly have good stuff, why don't you share it with the brothers in the company?"

Kaz didn't think Ingus was a selfish person, so why wouldn't he do something that would obviously improve the entire company's combat effectiveness?

Seeing is believing, so Ingus didn't respond with words but instead took Katz to the shooting range.

Without using a bomb gun, Ingus picked up a heavy logging gun commonly used by the Astronauts, inserted the ammunition belt into the receiver and secured it, then pulled the bolt. With a sound like tearing cloth, Ingus pulled the trigger and fired two hundred rounds of ammunition with one hand.

There was no need to retrieve the target; Kaz's eyesight was good enough that he understood what Ingus was trying to say with just one glance.

Two hundred full-power rounds, still in rapid-fire mode, with the impact points scattered in a circle with a radius of only two centimeters.

Ingus probably wanted to tell himself that Astartes' body was the strongest weapon, and that the mini-programs were just, and could only be, auxiliary tools.

For some reason, Katz's mind started wandering and he thought of the Primarch.

Perhaps this is the effect of role models. Without the teachings and guidance of Ingus and Tyrant, my progress would definitely not have been so fast.

It was with these strong individuals leading the way that Kars knew exactly where he was chasing.

Unfortunately, the easy daily routine came to an end soon.

The orcs' psychic powers are completely irrational. Just as the Mechanicus had figured out a trick and was preparing to use a weather device to deal with the dust cloud mixed with Waaaaagh energy, the orcs' dirty car corps launched a massive attack on the location of the weather device in the direction of Antarctica.

The Astral Legion's mobilization speed couldn't keep up with the Orcs' sudden attack, and the four Astartes had to regroup and set off for another defensive battle.

The Cult of Mechanics actually possesses such a super weapon as a weather control device.

Chapter 73 Rescue the Girl

SOB is an abbreviation for Battle Sisters, not Son of Beach.

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It's hard to say whether the planetary governor of Anwizland is a master or a bug.

Only a master could withstand the onslaught of the green-skinned orcs and defend the hive.

They are not insects; as soon as the situation improved, they focused all their energy on restoring external trade, and truly did not even glance at the subsequent war.

IG and PDF are different. The Astral Army, especially the Astral Army transferred by the Ministry of Military Affairs to fight in other worlds, are all like Rambo. Do you really think this is a joke?

Some might wonder how sixteen astral legions could possibly fight against an orc army that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The answer is simple: the line-filled section represents the local PDF unit in Anwizland, while the IG unit is used as the spearhead for counter-attacks.

So, faced with Motor Sich's accusations, the commanders and commissars of the Astral Army felt wronged. "Lord Astartes, we are innocent! It was the governor who disbanded dozens of PDF units and sent the men back to their nests to tighten screws. Otherwise, how could such a large gap have appeared in the defense line?"

Even Nest is short-staffed?

Missing.

Anwizland has a third of its planetary area occupied by orcs, but once interstellar routes are restored, ship owners coming to pick up their cargo with payment slips don't care whether Anwizland is infested with orcs.

Where are my goods? Where are my goods?!

What could the governor do? He was desperate too. That's just how our human empire is. Even Gogo Vandir was too exhausted to die. How could a governor of a small planet afford to offend the big spenders of the entire sector?

We had no choice but to quickly disband the PDF group that recruited skilled workers in the factory area.

The key point is that these workers were also very happy and fully cooperated.

The governor is blessed.

I only thought that being a soldier and getting paid was more lucrative than tightening screws, without considering that people could actually die in war. It wasn't until I faced off against orcs in the trenches that I realized 996 was truly a blessing.

So suddenly hundreds of thousands of DPF soldiers legally deserted. How could the defense line not have problems?

IG probably wanted to curse too, but with the Emperor's angels present, they held back, wanting to be civilized, polite, and set a good example. Truly, Tree is a new bee...

Billions of tons of boulders and garbage crashed to the ground, providing the orcs with a large supply of resources. The Great Tech Master, along with his technician buddies, crafted even more garbage trucks, which then sped towards the planet's South Pole. Could the Imperial Navy come to their rescue?

I'll say it again: do you want to voluntarily experience the extinction order?

The orcs aren't stupid. Once they broke through the blockade, they scattered in a flurry. How can a cannon kill a mosquito?

Symbolic shelling is possible, but large-scale shelling is out of the question. Let's quickly come up with a countermeasure.

Relying on the small, symbolic force of the Cult of Mechanics stationed in Antarctica, which is more useful than practically effective, is less worthwhile than relying on the Astartes of the Desolate Wings.

But Motor Sich wasn't the governor of the planet's biological father, so he had no obligation to use the lives of his company brothers to fill such a huge hole.

In particular, the orcs still control the airspace, making it impossible for them to use air transport to transfer troops in large numbers.

In the end, it was the local combat nun who stepped forward and volunteered to accompany the Fourth Company to guard Antarctica.

The emperor's daughter, that's reliable.

Kaz asked around and gained some more knowledge about the Battle Sister.

It turns out that the Battle Nun was not just a simple enforcer of the State Church.

During Gogo van der Erd's time, the Emperor's daughters did indeed become his brides, serving as tools for the Pope of the State Church to eliminate dissidents and consolidate his rule. However, later, other high lords also needed to guard against the emergence of another Gogo van der Erd, thus elevating the organization of the Battle Sisters to a higher position.

As far as the state religions are concerned, the empire does not allow them to possess armed forces under their direct control, so a large amount of resources flowed into the hands of the emperor's daughters, and the six major fighting sister orders never suffered from poverty.

But the Gogo van Diehl affair was not only a big deal, but also disgusting. The nuns were also thinking, "What kind of scoundrel is the Pope of the State Church? Why does he have to force me to marry my father? It's against human ethics! He deserves to die a horrible death!"

Therefore, the Great Mothers of the Battle Sisters also accepted the olive branch extended by other High Lords, maintaining cooperation with the State Church while also monitoring its every move.

Therefore, apart from the Courageous Hearts, a combat-focused order, and the Silver Shrouds, a order that primarily practices silent meditation, the other four mainstream combat nun orders all take on assignments outside the sect.

What kind of overseas assignment?

The battle nun accepted the guard assignment from the state church.

The medical nuns primarily served the nobility and then paid the poor peasants for their medical bills.

The governesses took on the educational contracts for the offspring of nouveau riche aristocrats.

The clerks took orders to work as secretaries for various levels of government agencies in the empire.

The technical nuns of the Ebony Grail Order are highly skilled in longevity surgeries and also take on odd jobs that the Cult of Mechanics is unwilling to take on.

The Blood Rose Order frequently snatches high-profit orders from the Astartes Order, making them the second most formidable fighting sisters after the Courageous Heart.

The Holy Rose Order has a lineage that includes the canonized High Sister Arabella, who now lives off the ironclad resources of Holy Terra and rarely takes on orders from outside the Solar System.

And the Sisters of the Martyrs, tsk tsk, this is a battle sister order that even a Grand Master of Astartes wouldn't dare to provoke.

Kaz didn't quite understand, so he urged, "Old soldier, tell me quickly, what's wrong with the Martyrs' Religion?"

Battle nuns are not Astartes. Although both nuns and monks are outsiders, Astartes have a lifelong, secure job, while battle nuns can leave the order by submitting a report.

In other words, battle nuns can leave the priesthood and get married.

Forget about the nonsense of free love; marrying a battle-hardened nun to be the matriarch of the household is the lifelong dream of countless nobles in the empire.

The training program for apprentice brides by the Sisters of the Martyrs is renowned throughout the five major star regions of the empire. Countless powerful and wealthy individuals spend exorbitant sums to send their daughters to the Sisters of the Martyrs, hoping to gain a prestigious degree.

What's so special about Motor Sich being able to summon a dozen or so Astral Army legions by selling his face? If the Grand Matron of the Sisters of the Martyrs were to ask for help, she could summon an Imperial fleet the size of an expeditionary force.

We can't afford to mess with them, we can't afford to mess with them. Kaz knows that the Order of the Martyrs is a behemoth that the Wings of Desolation can't afford to offend.

With such a fighting nun joining the defense operation, there shouldn't be much of a problem in protecting the weather control system in Antarctica.

Motor Sich slapped Katz on the top of his head.

"Fool! The nuns are helping us put pressure on the powerful and wealthy in the Nest City. You really think you can use the fighting nuns as mere infantry? Even if you die, you'll protect these ladies!"

It's so frustrating! Can't we find anyone in the Fourth Company who can help us handle domestic and foreign affairs?

Motor Sich patiently continued to teach Katz.

"With just our Fourth Company, we can only superficially appease those guys. They'll agree verbally, but they'll be unhappy inside. If they delay, things will go wrong. The nuns are using themselves as bargaining chips, and Hive City will have to consider whether they can withstand the pressure from the State Church. Kaz, we, the Wastewing, owe the Martyr's Sisters a favor."

Indeed, Anvisland is not a large stronghold of the Battle Sisters, and more than a hundred Battle Sisters cannot play a significant role.

However, thanks to their long-standing reputation for compassion and their willingness to help those in distress, the usually stingy nobles of Nest City spontaneously organized a guard regiment for this fighting nun, mainly composed of private soldiers from various families.

Kaz learned another lesson: the real empire is completely different from the empire in the game's CG.

Social skills and interpersonal relationships are really useful and helpful.

Chapter 74 Adorable Orange Kitty

That was a good move; we scared him, didn't we? ————Moon3, excerpt from "The Iron Curtain"

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Only when you reach the stratosphere can you truly feel that the Battle of Anwizland was indeed a victory for the Empire.

Long-legged creatures can't outrun those on wheels, and four-wheel drive vehicles can't outrun those that can fly.

With the interference of Imperial Navy cannons, the defense force, composed of Astartes, battle nuns, and hive privates, was transported by stratosphere airlift and arrived at the planet's south pole six hours ahead of the Orc vanguard.

Then I saw a super-large technological device covering more than 20 square kilometers—the weather control system.

The Mechanicus Sage in charge of liaison defense reported the specific intelligence to Astartes and the battle nuns.

"On the surface, the only important part is the sensor tower in the center of the defensive fortress. It doesn't matter if the other auxiliary facilities are damaged; there's no need to fight for every inch of land. However, for the underground part, every single component needs to be ordered directly from Mars. If it's damaged, there won't be any replacement parts available in the Pacific Starfield. Please be very careful."

Apart from the mechanical prosthetic limbs on his back and the iron head on his left side, this sage shows no other signs of modification, suggesting an excessive human component. He speaks quite pleasantly, but his appearance gives the impression that he does not hold a high position within the Cult of Mechanics.

Fifty-five Astartes, one hundred and thirteen battle nuns, two hundred frigates, and four thousand noble private soldiers.

This is the current total garrison strength.

The two astral legions have begun their strategic retreat, which is expected to take seven to ten days to complete. With the addition of orc interference along the way, we should be prepared for the estimated time to extend to fifteen days.

With such a small force, the defensive pressure is immense.

Thanks to the Empire’s long-standing rigid approach, the Mechanicus Fortress has always been meticulous.

At least Katz and his group had the advantage of terrain.

While the private armies of imperial nobles cannot be expected to have excellent military discipline, their individual combat capabilities are still quite good.

With only four thousand people, there's no need to worry about any command system. The Astartes can directly micromanage individuals without expending much mental energy.

This time, Tyrant refused to take command no matter what, and Ingus wanted to unite the will to protect the company commander, so Madsich sent the company chaplain Hammurabi to be the commander.

Kaz finally couldn't help but ask that question.

"Tyrant, where is our fourth company's adjutant?"

"Going on a mission for the tenth company."

"Weren't there two? Where's the last one?"

Who told you there were two?

"There are two in the second company, Martin and Lockheed."

"That took up a spot in the Sixth Company; there's only one adjutant per company."

Oh, it's a misunderstanding. The two adjutants in the company are from the military reforms implemented after the regent rose from the dead.

"Shouldn't our Fourth Company also have two spots, and the Ninth Company has a spot...?"

"Going on a 10-team mission, huh?"

"What happened to the spots that our fourth company should have had?"

“Epsilon, that’s him. He was promoted from company adjutant to company commander.”