The Astartes Family's Notebook

But bro... Your Majesty, please forgive me, these guys are really lowering the bar for Astartes. What are they thinking? Have their brains melted into tofu?

Wake up! Our Divine Emperor's professional angels have professional geological surveying instruments!

The result was that wave after wave of Nurgle cultists, enduring arduous marches, were burned to death in the tunnels, and even supernatural warp artifacts could not quell the Empire's physical fury.

If it weren't for the fear that the Chaos Astartes of the Shadow of Death War might suddenly develop brains and retreat, the Empire could have held their ground and blocked the entrances and exits of the main passageways for a barbecue.

"The current situation is in our favor, should we really retreat?"

Despite his young age, Katz showed great courage in the face of criticism.

"I will take responsibility and carry out the orders."

However, once harsh words are spoken, necessary explanations still need to be provided.

"The harassment will not end until those Chaos Astartes traitors are eliminated."

There were no objections from the Wings of Desolation, because everyone agreed that Karz was right: burning ten thousand cultists was not as good as killing one Chaos Astartes traitor.

And the Raptor Squadron...

Are we really going to go this far? Weren't we here to protect the mining area? In order to prevent the Death Shadow Warriors from disrupting the mining operations, I blew up the mining area myself first.

In the end, it was Sifus who, having joined both groups, made a promise of credibility to the company's brothers.

"The Kaz brothers had just killed fourteen Chaos traitors in their previous mission, and he even overpowered the Chaos Terminator in close combat."

Oops, I almost forgot that Kars is one of the three muscle giants of the Desolate Wings.

That's fine.

Chapter 117 Good things come to those who wait

You can’t step into the same river twice, but you can step into the same trap countless times.

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What kind of achievements must Katz have made at such a young age to earn the honor of having gold-plated shoulder armor?

Those who had actually witnessed Kars's prowess on the battlefield no longer dwelled on this issue.

This kind of Astartes is born to be a team champion.

The mortal soldiers, having received orders, had all withdrawn. With the defensive forces gone, Nurgle's followers finally waded through the still-burning river of fire and charged forward.

This rearguard action had to be done by the Astartes themselves; otherwise, a feigned defeat could easily turn into a real rout.

For the Chaos Cultists who have lost all reverence for death, granting them true death is the final act of mercy from the Emperor Angels.

In such narrow terrain, each explosive grenade can cause multiple kills.

But ammunition reserves will eventually run out.

Chaos Astartes' brain was simply melted; its fighting instincts remained.

Once the Imperial loyalists, the Astartes, began their retreat, the stinky canned food finally made its appearance.

Although Kars was infected with an incurable disease called Berserker, he did not develop a complication called melee cancer.

Combat is not such an inconvenient thing. Those who are obsessed with melee versus ranged combat will never understand that the true meaning of combat lies in victory.

Hehe, I'm going to win.

Holding up his shield to cover his brothers in battle, Katz, who had diligently practiced simple geometry, was now able to make grenades bounce three times before exploding in a fixed spot.

Unlike the Storm Shield, which has a built-in force field generator, the boarding shield is just a super-hard alloy plate. Chaos Astartes' explosive bombs are no more advanced than those used by the loyalists. Although the banging sounds are dense and the arms are subjected to continuous explosive impacts, Kars has been practicing his basic skills so that he can show off in front of others at such times.

As he retreated to a corner, Kaz listened to the footsteps of the Chaos Traitors and used the wall to deflect grenades, briefly separating the Chaos Traitors at the front from the Warband members behind them.

Fragmentation grenades cannot penetrate the thick protection of power armor unless they explode right next to you.

However, the flying debris could cause unnecessary damage to devices such as the oracle probes integrated into the power armor, so when Astartes encounter grenades, they habitually turn to the side, hunch their shoulders, and use their arms to shield their helmet visors.

This is what I want!

Kaz can hear footsteps, and so can the Chaos Traitor.

So when Kars dove around the corner, Chaos Astartes, who was at the front, was also ready.

Two explosive shots were blocked by the boarding shield. Chaos Astartes closed in, "You lackey of the Corpse King, the moment you open your shield and fire, you will die on the spot."

The blessing of Nurgle granted the Stinking Cans extraordinary vitality, making it difficult for mere fatal wounds like bombs to take the lives of these Chaos Astartes.

However, the Chaos Traitor did not expect that Kars' other hand behind the shield was empty, not holding the explosive gun he had imagined.

What's this guy doing?

The virus had entered Astartes' brain, leaving him in a state of confusion and bewilderment, but this did not stop him from slashing at Kaz with his chainsaw sword.

That's the feeling, that exhilarating feeling of seeing through everything!

It's not that I didn't have time; it's that my reaction speed is faster and my strength is greater.

Kars stepped forward, using the edge of his boarding shield to knock away the opponent's chainsword. He then released his grip on the shield handle, shifting to a position where he held the edge with both hands. With a sudden burst of strength, he swung the flat boarding shield horizontally, smashing Chaos Astartes' head and helmet together.

The immense force caused the boarding shield to embed itself into the wall.

Having landed a successful blow, Kaz used an unusual backflip to create distance, using the slowly collapsing corpse of the Chaos Traitor as cover to quickly return to the other side of the corner, and then ran away.

Damn!

In the fraction of a second it took to raise and lower his hand, Chaos Astartes, recovering from the shock of the fragmentation grenade, flew into a rage.

However, just as he rushed over, the magnetic grenade that Katz had attached to the traitor's corpse exploded.

By the time Chaos Astartes chased after them around the corner, Kars had already disappeared.

Anger should not lead to war; such a simple principle has long been forgotten by these chaotic traitors.

There were countless Nurgle cultists who could have served as cannon fodder, but these Chaos Astartes, in their rage, only wanted to kill the Lich King's lackeys and had no other thoughts.

As a result, Katz fought and retreated, finding himself in a dilemma with nowhere left to retreat to.

Then the wall collapsed.

When the script actually came to fruition as envisioned, Katz let out a long, satisfied sigh.

The molten metal bomb, the Empire's eternal weapon of choice.

The precisely calculated placement ensures that in the event of a large-scale mining accident, Katz, who is standing under the main load-bearing beam, will not be affected.

Although both were trapped, Kars had a trustworthy Brotherhood of Fighters to rescue him.

What are the Chaos Traitors?

There are enemies coming to finish them off.

"You shouldn't have taken such a risk, Captain."

Sifus used a huge impact drill to break through the rock slab above Katz's head, and basketball-sized boulders hit Katz's helmet with a crisp cracking sound.

"If the bait isn't enticing enough, how will the prey walk into the trap on its own?"

Grasping the outstretched hand of his comrade-in-arms, Kars exerted force with his feet and regained his freedom.

"What's next?"

The sergeants leading other tactical squads asked questions on the communications channel.

That's how pragmatic Astartes is. If Katz's tactical plan succeeds, then he rightfully gains command on the field.

"Switch to heavy weapons, bring in the mortal support troops, use detectors to locate them one by one, headshot those who aren't quite dead, crush all the gene seeds, and burn the truly dead with flamethrowers for another twenty minutes. Strictly follow orders."

After thinking for a moment, Kaz added an order.

"All weapons and equipment used by the traitors, including power armor, will be collected and destroyed in a unified manner."

While the Wings of Desolation and the Raptor Legion may not be as powerful as some of the richest legions, they are not lacking in basic weapons and equipment. What Kaz is worried about is that some seemingly decent "loot" might be tainted with something unclean. He wants to give his brothers in battle a heads-up: if we loyalists don't use it, we shouldn't let those clueless mortal support soldiers secretly hide it away.

It can only be said that the Empire is indeed very diverse. For such a large-scale mining disaster, the loyalist Astartes were still the main culprits. If they were on another planet, it would probably take a lot of time to clean up the mess.

However, Skord's mining industry is indeed well-developed, and the miners are highly skilled and have mature solutions for dealing with various mining accidents.

With professional equipment clearing the way, the cleanup and post-disaster work is proceeding in an orderly manner.

So, let's not even talk about the flattened Chaos, but the stinky canned food that survived thanks to its power armor was unlucky enough to just die.

The power armor used by Astartes is the culmination of Imperial craftsmanship, capable of protecting the user from harm even in lava-filled volcanic areas.

However, there are many types of promethium, ranging from civilian promethium with an ignition point of several hundred degrees to military promethium with a combustion temperature of several thousand degrees.

The loyalists weren't interested in rescuing the stinking canned food before executing it; they simply drilled a hole, poured in hot fuel, and lit it...

Even with Nurgle's blessing, this dual mental and physical torment is enough to break the mind of a Chaos traitor.

But the enemy's wails are the most beautiful war song, a right bestowed upon every loyalist by His Holy Emperor.

After dealing with the incoming Chaos Tide, Kars returned to the surface and contacted the Victory Balance, ordering the fleet to use macro cannons to bombard the geological weak points, completely trapping the Nurgle cultists blocking their way underground.

Not satisfied with all that, Katz planted another set of molten metal bombs on the ruins left by the mining disaster.

This time, Sifus didn't want to question anything anymore. He just felt that even if he was a Chaos traitor, he couldn't possibly fall for it again.

"Oh, what does it matter? If it's useful, it's a credit; if it's not, we can just take it back later."

“But if we do this, it will affect promethium mining. How will you explain that to your superiors?”

"What's there to explain? It's already a mess. This mine should have been shut down anyway. They've already cleared the way ahead. They can just find another mine to resume operations."

Siphus suddenly realized that at first, it was only because this place was close to the second hive, but later, it turned out to be a trap prepared for the Chaos traitors.

In our human empire, nothing is ever something we cannot sacrifice.

Hey, I'm still too narrow-minded. I still need to learn more from Kaz.

Chapter 118 A Familiar Encounter: The Swallow Returns

All cruelty stems from weakness. — Marcus Aurelius, Roman Emperor

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Just listen to the idea that Astartes could single-handedly destroy a planet; you can say it's possible or believe it, but don't take it seriously.

The fact is that Skold's PDF is truly the worst planetary defense force that Desolation Wings has ever seen, bar none.

Ironically, this army of several hundred thousand was built up by the Wings of Desolation.

"Mommy, Mommy, what am I to you?"

"MD, you're mentally challenged."

Those with combat experience and loyalty to the Empire were killed by the Shadow of Death faction long ago. That's just the nature of the Second Nest City. No matter how much you pick and choose, you can't find any great generals.

If it weren't for the necessity of keeping the vanguard for tough battles, they would have even dismantled the last combat-capable astral legion, the Motor Sich.

A bad soldier makes a bad army; a bad general makes a bad army. Many of the Star Guardians who were separated to serve as officers have already submitted reports requesting to return to their old units as regular soldiers.

Even if all the officers were super-male, a bunch of bear soldiers would still be kicking cotton every time!

Thinking back on the three years of interstellar travel, I thought the Astartes were just bored and treating themselves like treasures. They probably spent a lot of time cricketing in private. Now that you mention this, the Astartes probably think of you as new recruits.

However, after actually landing, I suddenly understood the angels and felt sorry for them.

If the promoted officers hadn't undergone those three years of rigorous training aboard the Victory Balance, they really wouldn't be able to withstand the current situation.

The result is that the Empire is not good at fighting wars, but it is first-rate in terms of production.

With a large amount of territory recovered, the actual control of the Second Nest regime has been expanding day by day, and Motor Sich has more and more manpower and resources at his disposal, but the pace of progress has been getting slower and slower.

If it were a more hot-tempered Astartes, they probably would have already started the eleven-shot kill.

But if the eleven-draw strategy worked, Motor Sich would have done it long ago; the problem is it didn't.

If the Desolate Wings and the Raptor Legion hadn't arrived, Nest Two might have shown a final burst of courage in their desperate situation.

The problem is, didn't the loyal Astartes arrive?

Nest Two required money, manpower, and effort from everyone; they did exactly what Astartes told them to do, cooperating perfectly.

What could Motor Sich do? They couldn't just squander the Emperor's currency because of a fit of pique.

After carefully selecting the best of the best, they finally managed to gather 100,000 soldiers from the Nurgle cult who could fire only at a distance of 100 meters after launching an attack. They then reorganized and restructured these soldiers into 20 PDF regiments. Combined with their own IG regiment, Motor Sich truly had to rely on these 21 regiments to attack the first hive city equipped with the Void Shield.

Even an Astartes couldn't hold back!