The Astartes Family's Notebook

The champion of the company, Gunnie, has a power armor paint job with absolutely no special decorations? It's so plain that he looks like an ordinary Astartes recruit.

After informing his teammates of the situation, Gune turned around, picked up his own bomb gun, changed the magazine, and then, after thinking for a moment, changed the empty magazine of Kaz's bomb gun as well.

Okay, okay, okay, plasma pistol, power claw, you guys are awesome, you're fast, then I'll bully the clumsy Terminator A, okay?

Why don't you rest for a while? Your spine isn't fully developed yet; strenuous exercise could cause your head to fall off.

"Never mind, fix my arm first."

Okay, okay, it's your body, you decide what to do.

The demon Nurgle didn't utter any more complaints about how his power had been worn down by saving him twice. He genuinely hoped his good friend wouldn't act rashly; staying alive was the most important thing.

However, the Chaos Astartes, engulfed in rage and resentment, no longer cared about its own life, so how could it possibly care about the idea of ​​possessing a demon?

Two troublesome guys were chasing him from behind. He circled around and, relying on the supernatural perception of the possessed demon, found Tyrant's location.

Perfect opportunity! He's right below the deck. Watch me drop a thousand pounds!

Something's not right...

The only patience the enchanted warrior had was to wait for Tyrant to take three more steps before using brute force to break through the floor, thus giving him an absolute advantage in attacking from the front or from behind.

You're still not dead?!

【ah!!!!】

The Nurgle demon suddenly let out a piercing scream and, once again, used the same trick, dragging his good buddy away from Tyrant.

"What the hell are you doing?! What the hell are you doing?! I'm asking you what the hell you're doing!!!"

I'm saving your life.

Hearing the trembling voice of the demon within him, Chaos Astartes calmed down instead.

"That was such a good opportunity, he was doomed. Are you sure you were saving my life, not that guy's?"

That hammer.

"What's wrong with that hammer? It's not even a powered weapon."

[Before, due to the distance, I didn't notice that there was a fragment inside that hammer that smelled of the Emperor.]

"..."

Even the Chaos Astartes possessed by Nurgle can laugh when utterly speechless.

"I'll fucking kill him! Wouldn't that solve everything? What are you doing?!"

[You're still alive? He already sensed your presence. He pressed some kind of switch, and the hammer broke the seal, which is how I caught the Emperor's scent.]

"You son of a bitch, I son of a bitch, fine, fine, I'm not going to live anymore, I'll blow up this damn ship, okay?!"

"You know what, you really think your idea is pretty good. Two Terminator suits and four gene seeds—they'll definitely send people to retrieve them. You can sneak onto their airship. It's a really good idea."

Through their long companionship, Chaos Astartes also realized that his possessed demon friend was not the strange and unpredictable demon.

But that's precisely why he felt even worse.

I was just saying that out of anger!

I'm being sarcastic towards you!

I...I...I'll do it, I'll blow up the ship. What else can I do besides blow up the ship? Aren't my tear ducts already dead? Why are my eyes so sore and itchy? It's so uncomfortable.

"It might have gotten some grime in it. Do you want me to blow it out for you?"

Shut up!

Since the slime-like body has no mouth, the Nurgle demon closed the mouths of the Nurgle spirits at the ends of its limbs.

"Ugh, I feel so awful."

It's okay, everything will be alright.

"I told you to shut up!"

I've closed my eyes.

"..."

As a principled Astartes, Ingus may have been a bit too concerned about his image, but he was a person of impeccable character and high moral standards.

While the other three members of the tactical squad began hunting down the enchanted warrior, the fourth company's champion was still struggling with the data terminal.

The Chaos Traitor's warship relied entirely on the blessing of the Chaos God for its survival. Its operating system, which hadn't been updated for hundreds of years, was riddled with bugs. After the warship disintegrated, the numerous low-level demons attached to it also vanished. Ingus had to manually write the code bit by bit, which was extremely troublesome.

In particular, the Chapter has regulations that strictly prohibit direct connection of power armor to the Thinker system, which is related to Chaos. As a result, many of the Wonderful tools that Ingus often uses are useless, the personal data terminal is not powerful enough, and it is very difficult to crack the operation permissions of the plasma furnace's energy pipeline system.

As time went on, Ingus had forgotten about the entrapment operation.

However, it wasn't a big problem. In addition to the thick gold-inlaid lead plates, there were even thicker gold-inlaid plastic steel plates. As the plasma furnace compartment with the highest defense level in a ship, Ingus really didn't think that the enchanted warrior could appear in front of him silently to carry out an assassination.

Because the outer wall of the plasma furnace was damaged, the heat radiation inside the cabin was already lethal to ordinary crew members. This meant that the Hades-type Terminator Armor was indeed reliable and powerful, which was why Ingus was able to stay here calmly.

Then he heard the heavy cabin door open and close.

"..."

"..."

【...】

After a brief silence, the fighting immediately began.

"Come back. You've worked hard maintaining this situation for so long."

You're being so polite, it's making me nervous.

"Thank you for your hard work all this time. I resented the fact that the Warband defected to Nurgle, but it is an honor to know you."

Don't say that, we can win!

"Perhaps because the injury was so severe, my mind started to work better."

Well, that's possible.

"he......"

Chaos Astartes was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh.

"You can tell this guy is terrifyingly strong just by looking at his stance."

【Yes, I can see that.】

"So after I die, you can return to Nurgle Garden, right?"

【Yes. 】

"Then witness my final battle. It has been an honor to have you by my side for so long."

I'm sorry, I'm not a particularly powerful demon, so I can't help you much.

"No, you've already helped me a lot."

Communication on a spiritual level can happen in the blink of an eye.

Ingus's Hades-type Terminator armor has enough auxiliary output to allow him to directly confront an enchanted warrior empowered by the warp demon Chaos.

Plasma Shield activated, Thunder Hammer charged.

As Ingus watched the shit spirits shrink back into his body through the gaps in his power armor behind the Chaos Traitor, he felt a slight discomfort in his stomach.

However, this physical discomfort did not affect the team's performance as champions.

His teammates had already severely damaged the enchanted warrior in front of him. Unable to maintain his demonic manifestation form, Chaos Astartes lost his previous elusive mobility and was also at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

Therefore, Ingus won without much difficulty.

But the stinky canned food of Shin-Nagant is truly tenacious.

He survived even after his breastplate was shattered by Ingus's charged lightning hammer.

So he used a hot melt blowgun to sever the enchanted warrior's limbs, and Ingus adjusted his position to be in front of his head, charging his power hammer again, ready to send the Chaos traitor on his final journey.

"I'm very happy to meet you."

Watching the enchanted warrior's moving lips, Ingus, who understood lip reading, felt completely bewildered.

“I don’t know you, but killing you would be very satisfying.”

Chapter 125 Don't Speak, Calm Me Down

I still longed for the snow on Long Island, and for the wind and birdsong of the Pampas. Much later, I learned that Long Island doesn't actually have snow.

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Without any external assistance, the four-man tactical team successfully completed their mission using the salvaged ship materials they had on hand.

A verbal commendation will be given.

Now, the Imperial Charter fleet has no excuse to run away, right? Emergency avoidance clause, come on, keep thinking of excuses!

If the production capacity of the First Nest City can still be used by the Empire, repairing the orbital elevator tower will not be difficult. Skold's existing metal smelting technology is sufficient to support this world in producing high-strength tensile metal materials.

The problem is that the second hive city, controlled by Motor Sich, is far smaller in scale and population than the first hive city, which is the planet's capital.

Two months is just enough time to clear the foundation debris and restore the remaining base and tower body.

There's no way around it; that's just how the industrial system is distorted.

Although Nest 2 can produce the materials needed to rebuild the orbital tower, without the assistance of large-scale engineering equipment, relying solely on manpower would be a monumental undertaking.

It was originally just a target project to fool the Chaos War Gang; it was just for show.

The captains of the Charter merchant fleet that were being "escorted" were on the verge of tears.

In our human empire, the difference between captains is sometimes greater than that between Astartes and the elite soldiers of the Astronautical Army.

Some charter captains could threaten an Astartes commander with a ceasefire and still escape unscathed, while others wouldn't dare utter a sound even if their merchant ships were requisitioned.

Unfortunately, this sizable bulk carrier fleet belongs to the latter category.

The governor of Skord has always been extravagant and a very important client. However, Skord is located in a remote area, and knowing that running a one-way route would be unprofitable, the representative of the charter fleet in the sub-sector certainly wouldn't take advantage of an unlucky guy.

Therefore, the cargo orders for the thirty-seven ships were allocated by the Charter Fleet Representative of the Sub-Sector to twenty-two smaller fleets.

For large ship owners to take on these kinds of orders, the spokesperson needs to build connections, but small fleets, or even individual captains, are still willing to take on these orders.

After all, when it comes to transportation in the Infernal Galaxy, safety considerations must take precedence over profit margins.

To put it simply, it's like sardines sticking together.

Truck drivers in ancient Terra know to hide a physics-themed sword under their seats; nowadays, the human empire dares to run trade and transportation across star systems, and no one is to be trifled with.

While lone armed merchant ships are no match for professional, standard warships, the situation changes once they form a fleet. The Imperial Guard's laser guns can kill Astartes Space Marines, and a cluster of armed merchant ships can also launch a deadly counterattack against unprofessional space pirates.

So what should you do if you encounter professional space pirates?

Sacrifice the unlucky ones, what else can you do?

Although the merchant fleet had a vague feeling that something was wrong when they received the escort notice from the Astartes Chapter, it was only when they were actually forced into near-Earth orbit that it proved once again that any stereotypes about the human empire were correct.

"You have been temporarily conscripted."

Crying for their parents?

That's not the case.

No veteran captain in the Imperial Charter fleet escaped being temporarily conscripted.

When encountering an unreasonable Astartes or Imperial Navy admiral, there are many who will use armed merchant ships as bait/targets/shields/suicide trucks.

Motor Sich's act of conscripting armed sailors would be an inhumane act of forced labor in Guterres, but in our 40K world, it would be considered extremely virtuous!

The captains breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that their commander was planning to pick two unlucky ships, load them with explosives, and send them to smash the capital.

The broken windows theory always applies. If you ask the Charter fleet for ships, they'll cry and beg. But if you ask them for crew, not only will the captains agree, but even the crew will be happy to oblige.

Well, at least most of the armed sailors are willing.

Those who dare to venture out into interstellar space are rarely kind-hearted. They're either drowning in debt back home or have seventeen or eighteen younger siblings. It doesn't matter where they risk their lives, so why not take a gamble and turn their bicycle into a motorcycle?

Moreover, considering that the large number of armed sailors who were suppressing the lower decks might be conscripted, the captains simply gave a large number of the ship's slave laborers to Motor Sich for free.

This was an unexpected delight.