The Astartes Family's Notebook

So is this a blessing from Brother Gao or a blessing from Brother Mao?

The orcs cheered and jumped for joy, then started fighting amongst themselves over who got the fur.

This is terrible! It's the first time I've been this close to the Golden Throne. Even Astartes was terrified.

Imperial Navy, come to the rescue! Quickly use your invincible naval guns to save us!!!

We've saved him! We've saved him! Stop making a fuss.

The orcs' extremely high concentration of Waaaagh energy was naturally detected by the bird divination device, and the escort ships providing artillery support to ground units over Antarctica reacted immediately.

but......

This giant weapon is too big and too close to the weather control system. The frigate has to adjust its attitude and use the main gun on the bow to have any chance of killing it with one shot.

Adjusting attitude, fire control calculations, main gun charging...

One hundred and fifty seconds, no, two hundred seconds, hang in there!

Hammurabi looked up at the sky and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

He had already told Motor Sich to transfer the Pioneer Star, but the company commander insisted that it was a waste of war resources and that one frigate was enough.

Now look what's happened! Compared to combat barges and strike cruisers that specialize in land attack, frigates are far too unprofessional when it comes to land attack.

The Orcish Titan units are the worst of all the powerful races in the galaxy.

But even the worst Titan is still a Titan, and the God Machine that messes with Brother Mao is still a God Machine.

By delegating command authority to the High Priestess of the Order of the Martyrs, Priest Hammurabi summoned all the fighting brothers who could arrive within twenty seconds, preparing for a desperate battle.

With disaster looming, the orcs' chaotic and chaotic struggle gave the Empire precious time to react.

So the orc warlord Gugadan was kicking the technician boy's ass in a fit of impotent rage.

Mao threw himself here to fight the big shrimp, not to listen to you complain about the insufficient firing range, is it so hard to fire a shot?

If we have to compare the Orcish Ancient Titans to the Imperial Titans, it's more accurate to compare them to the Titan Command Sanctum of the Astronauts rather than Imperial Titans.

Mao's big arm threw this thing too close to the weather control device, so the top-mounted cannon of the giant garbage couldn't reach the target.

However, Gugadan was the elder brother of all the orc boys, and if Gugadan said it was within reach, it was within reach. The mechanic boy, for the sake of his own backside, had no choice but to jerk the steering wheel and prepare to reverse.

Why not just run them over with garbage?

If humans could understand the thoughts of orcs, then the Emperor would have already been kicking Mao's ass in the Warp.

What a joke! You painstakingly collect trash, smash parts, and huff and puff to build a massive machine, only to finally assemble a piece of junk, all you want is to hear it make a sound.

He fired, regardless of what Gugadan did; he just wanted to shoot something!

Kaz didn't understand what the fart choir's chant of "Please be careful when backing up" meant. He only knew that if eight company brothers could dismantle the ancient garbage, Hammurabi must have sucked the brains of the green-skinned orcs.

Are you crazy, company chaplain?

But why is that? It's a suicide attack, so why am I so excited?

The eight Astartes were divided into two groups: one group penetrated the interior of the ancient junk to paralyze and destroy it, while the other group climbed from the outside in order to reach the top platform as quickly as possible to behead the orc warlord.

With two molten bombs hanging from his waist, a bomb gun in his left hand and a combat blade in his right, Katz was striving to climb to the top.

In a daze, he saw the Astartes who had gone out to farm were quickly returning to defend.

After having his kill stolen by Ingus, Kars reflected on the incident and realized that he still felt his raw strength was insufficient.

In the previous battle, not only was I racking up stats, but Ingus was also constantly on the move. He first jumped onto the Orcish Boulder, and then did a free-for-all atmospheric drop. He had been fighting for a long time before I went to reinforce him.

So the problem still lies with yourself.

Kaz has realized that while kill count is important, preserving stamina to directly behead the orc warlord is the most cost-effective strategy.

This time, he wouldn't hesitate.

Because hesitation leads to defeat.

Aside from the Chapter's high command, many people don't believe that the Astartes are all megalomaniacs or autistic.

Unfortunately, this is true.

When faced with such a desperate situation, the autistic Astartes would pray to the Emperor, asking that his sacrifice was worthy of a ticket to return to the Golden Throne.

However, the arrogant Astartes, like Katz, are filled with joy and today they are going to defy the heavens.

Kaz never considered what would happen if he couldn't defeat the orc warlords; all he could think about was killing.

Blood sacrifice to the God Emperor, skull offered to the golden throne—with the God Emperor's protection, how could I possibly lose? I will never fail! I will definitely humiliate that orc leader and ruthlessly kill him!

Astartes is just a superman, not a god, and while attacking the ancient giants, he had no other means to stop the orcs from firing.

They retreated a sufficient distance, enough for five farts to stack up and aim their cannons at the weather control device.

Then, with two loud bangs, an oversized junk bomb was launched.

No, so this is how you make a "bang bang" sound?

A cannonball, roughly equivalent in weight to Lemanrus, slammed into the Mechanicus's fortified defenses, causing the entire ground to tremble. The immense kinetic energy directly overloaded the energy shield in the core area, and the shattered fragments caused secondary damage to the surrounding defensive structures.

It's pointless to keep track of casualty figures anymore.

As soon as the cannons roared, the surrounding orcs stopped obsessing over the trivial matters and started waaaagh, now only wanting to hack and shoot and have fun.

Today is the day to pledge allegiance to the Divine Emperor.

The defending humans inexplicably gained this awareness, and their loyalty to the emperor dispelled the confusion in their hearts.

"Your Excellency the High Priestess!"

Forcibly channeling her spiritual power to stabilize the guards' minds, the senior nun of the Martyr's Order collapsed to her knees, only to be caught by her quick-thinking combat sisters, preventing her from falling face-first and breaking her nose with a thud.

"Don't be impulsive. Martyrdom isn't for now. If things are hopeless, retreat underground. The weather control system must not be lost. Do you understand? Promise me!"

"Yes, I understand."

The Order of the Martyrs – you can guess from the name that the fighting nuns in the order are a bunch of highly flammable and explosive landmines. It must be tough for the elder nun to hold back these self-destructing trucks.

However, misfortune never comes singly. Several windows opened on the side of the giant object, and the orc jet fighters were launched from inside.

It's hard not to wonder how these planes will land; humans simply can't fathom the orcs' thought process.

However, the Empire's situation is now even more difficult.

Chapter 77 The Reward of Loyalty

Loyalty needs no reward, because loyalty itself is the reward.

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Katz had never felt so good, not even needing any medication.

Spinning, jumping, I closed my eyes; the explosion was invisible, but the trajectory of the bullet was clearly visible.

The orcs' heavy gunners leaned out and fired wildly at Kaz, but Kaz seemed to have divine assistance, dodging and weaving without even a scratch on the paint of his power armor.

A boy chasing the wind...

Kaz ripped apart this warm and serene art style.

The storm is chasing me!

Hehehehe, that's right, that's right, that's how the battlefield should be, that's how battles should be, that's how Astartes should be.

Katz is fearless because he is the embodiment of fear.

With a combat blade in his left hand and a power sword in his right, the bomb gun would be a bit of a hindrance in close combat.

With a leap, Kaz flashed into the orcs' ranks through the ancient junk's firing window, unleashing a bloodbath. Whether you were a green-skinned kid or an orc leader, they all met their end.

After hacking and slashing your way through, the road didn't end with stairs, but with a welded-together iron plate enclosure. The orcs' architecture is superb, isn't it? They seal off every opening without leaving a single gap.

With the hot melt clearing the way, Kaz was delighted, but he also made up his mind that he must get some hymns from the Mechanicus if he had the chance in the future. The hymns of the State Church choir were grand and solemn, but not exciting enough.

Without background music, it just feels like something's missing.

Orc psionicist?

A crudely made wooden stick with a nail and wire fixed to its top was an orc skull. Green spiritual energy gathered into a huge fist and smashed towards Kaz.

Too fast, I couldn't dodge it...

Then don't dodge.

Turn to the side, get into position. Anyway, the interior deck of the giant garbage truck is made of steel. Magnetic boots, order them for me!

The immense impact lifted Katz and the steel plate beneath his feet into the air.

However, Kaz's basic skills were so solid that his perfect defensive stance dispersed the immense impact of the Fist of the Orcs. The psionic attack, which was powerful enough to pierce Lemanrus's side armor plates, was successfully parried by Kaz. He released his combat blade, pulled out a fragmentation grenade with his left hand, and threw it in an arc. The orc psionicist had no time to react and screamed as he took full damage.

Catching the airborne combat blade, Kaz plunged it into the ceiling and twisted it, avoiding secondary damage from the bouncing steel plates. He swung across the hole in the floor, then mischievously crushed the head of a beastman who wasn't quite dead yet, continuing his joyful journey.

Since we're pursuing happiness, let's see it through to the end!

No, no, the important thing is to get to the top floor and kill the orc warlord.

Suppressing the urge to kill to his heart's content, Kaz found an orc's firing window and jumped out of the interior of the ancient junk, continuing to climb upwards.

Hey, the Land speedboat is fast! Tyrant and his crew have already reached the outer perimeter of the ancient ruins.

But sorry, this time I'm in the lead by a wide margin.

Wryyyyyyyyyyyyy!

"Kaz, report your location, Kaz..."

Communication is off...

No need, just install one with a bad signal.

Katz, with his dual thinking, knew the importance of leaving a record of his work; even after reaching the top, he would still try to be low-key and show off.

The magnetic boots adhered to the iron shell at a negative angle. Kars arched backward into a C-shape, his power sword and combat blade thrusting horizontally above him. He performed a somersault, like a carp leaping over a barricade. The insurmountable barrier could stop others, but it couldn't stop Kars.

You'll die if you fall.

Then just don't fall down.

Finally, before the orcs could finish their second reload, Kaz arrived at the top of the ancient junk, on a large platform that was unclear whether it was for command or shooting.

"I have reached my destination, I have reached my destination, requesting assistance, requesting assistance."

Cool!

Half of the hardships and setbacks along the way were for the sake of showing off.

Sheathing his combat blade and padlock power sword, and drawing his bomb gun again, Kaz was about to load the remaining half.

Then, the overwhelming firepower of the orcs trapped Kaz behind cover.

Besides the technician boy, the most annoying followers of the orc warlords are the orc bosses, and the heavy armor bosses are even in multiple forms.

When green-skinned orcs reach the level of a leader, their marksmanship is no longer so casual. With dozens of guns pointed at Kaz at once, even a chapter commander would probably find it difficult to handle.

Praise be to Company Commander Motor Sich! If it weren't for the power sword you gave me, this situation really wouldn't have been resolved with a chainsaw sword.

Inserting it under his feet, spinning around, Katz, risking a warning letter from Disney's lawyers, plagiarized Talking Tom's hole-making method and crawled into the lower deck.

What kind of past hardships must have given them the courage and boldness they possess today?

"Sephiroth, you deserve to die!"

Fortunately, there are no Holy Blood Angels here, otherwise it would be unpleasant to cause a misunderstanding.

Kaz wasn't angry; he was just heartbroken for his past self.

This damn world, you can't live without going crazy. Kars went completely insane back in his recruit days.

A madman should fight like a madman. Ignoring Hammurabi's shouts, he used the remaining molten bomb to detonate the ammunition magazine at the bottom of the orc's bang-bang cannon.

BOOM!

BOOM !!!

With two loud bangs, a large chunk of the anthropomorphic head of the ancient giant garbage flew off.

Most of the orcs on the top floor were thrown into the air by the enormous impact, their screams trailing off as they fell freely.

When Katz returned to the top floor, he felt much better.