The Astartes Family's Notebook

Returning to the issue of "preserving the seed but not the people," it was precisely the work of the Martian Mechanical Cult.

In the typical Astartes Legion, after selecting qualified recruits, they take them away to undergo nineteen genetic modification surgeries. The modification surgeries are generally performed on recruit candidates between the ages of eight and sixteen, with the maximum timeframe extended to six to twenty years old. For those over twenty-two, the failure rate of the surgeries is so high that it becomes unnecessary.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that you can't have the modification surgery after the age of 22, it's just that our Martian mechanical engineering class teaches this skill, so if you don't like it, you can do it yourself.

They wouldn't dare to complain. Everyone has their own expertise. The Astartes Chapter would do it themselves. A success rate of over 60% for the surgery is already extremely rare. A chapter that only manages to fix half of the problems and lose half of them must have a family heirloom traditional Chinese medicine doctor who has served for at least 400 years. Even the chapter commander would have to greet him respectfully.

Therefore, the Mechanic Church's success rate of 66.66% is impeccable, and the three factions cannot find any fault with it.

It's good, everything's good, it's just not very hygienic.

The key to preventing the Frankish III gene from deteriorating lies hidden in the surgical modification process of the Mechanicus.

With a population reduction cycle every twenty years, and the average age of eighteen being the middle age, and males reaching sexual maturity at fourteen, as long as the time difference is well managed, it's entirely possible to wait for new recruit candidates to be selected, preserve their offspring first, and then reform them.

Since the mechanical religion is responsible for population coding, there is absolutely no chance of genetic degradation due to inbreeding.

No need for advanced technology; as long as we don't lose our mindset, there are always more solutions than problems.

According to big data statistics, 77.7% of women in the city dream of becoming heroic mothers, and they don't even need to use cloning technology, which Astartes strongly opposed, highlighting a bright and open mind.

As for the quality of new recruits caused by the compressed modification surgery time, it may be a big problem for the Poor Ghosts Warband, but for the Mechanicus Biological Sages who directly dock with Mars, is knowledge indoctrination and memory deletion a big deal?

The executives of those battle groups who received the goods should thank us!

With such methods, why would Kars remember things before he traveled through time or was reborn, remember the first fourteen years of his life, and remember the seventy-two girls who, like a certain Grand Assassin, tricked young people into going to heaven?

Praise be to the power of the highest heaven.

Although he had enjoyed the surgery beforehand, Katz's surgery was a success, and he is now a novice member of the Order of Astartes who has no desires.

It is not a crude method in chemistry, but a mental imprint brought about by the elevation of one's social class.

The idea of ​​the Great Harmony of Life no longer excites Kars. Swimming in the ocean of knowledge, feeling the power that transcends mortals, and enjoying the awe brought by Imperial technology—none of these are as exciting as the piston-like motion.

In short: The battles were exhilarating!

Eighty-eight hours later, the combat group will come to inspect and accept this batch of new recruits.

Kaz was really curious about which warband he was a recruit in.

The nine training instructors never provided any relevant information, only emphasizing that all the recruits needed was to obey.

What a bunch of idiots.

Chapter 2 The Peaceful Starfield is Not Peaceful

Knowledge can be poisonous; ignorance is bliss.

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Solar Markarius, the last Sun Lord of the Human Empire, also known as the Warmaster.

The seven-year expedition led by this warlord, which recaptured over a thousand planets, is also known as the Makarian Expedition.

This expedition profoundly impacted the entire empire, including the Pacific Starfield where it took place.

As is widely known, the human empire that occupies the galaxy has been artificially divided into five star regions. Centered on the Sun Star Region where Holy Terra is located, the eastern part of the galactic map, including the galactic center, is the Limit Star Region, the southern part is the Storm Star Region, the northern part is the Hazy Star Region, and the western part is naturally the Peace Star Region.

The Pacific Starfield was the first starfield that humanity ventured into after leaving the sacred Terra and entering the vast universe.

The reason it's called the Taiping Starfield is because it's close.

The truth is often so simple and unadorned. Long before the so-called golden age, humanity had already begun its crude and ignorant colonization of the universe.

Before the development of faster-than-light engines and subspace travel technology, early human colonization ships relied on sublight travel technology to head towards the Pacific region, which was the closest in terms of physical distance.

Therefore, in terms of development level, the Taiping Star Region is the second most developed region in the Milky Way after the Sun Star Region among the five major star regions.

Of course, this only applies before the old night falls.

As we all know, humanity's golden age ended with a subspace storm.

Prior to this, humanity in the Golden Age had just narrowly won a civil war known as the Iron Man Rebellion.

There was no time for them to recover. The human world, which relied heavily on subspace communication and travel, was cut off from all contact by a subspace storm that swept across the entire galaxy.

Naturally, the Golden Age shattered into dust. Although it was later discovered that it was the first cry of Slaanesh, the warp god, what good did it do? Humanity's Golden Age was now a thing of the past, and the once glorious human society was shattered into countless barbaric and ignorant islands of civilization.

Then came the seven-hundred-year-long war of reconquest waged by a mighty emperor who descended from the heavens against the sacred Terra, the birthplace of humankind.

Next came the solar system, the solar region, and then the great expedition to reclaim the Milky Way.

Don't misunderstand, this isn't a past life memory from the Karz's brain, but rather an education on imperial grace that every loyal Astartes recruit must undergo.

Purely preschool reading materials, repeatedly brainwashed to the point of memorization.

As one of the planets reconquered by Macarius and a crucial hub still under the control of Holy Terra, the bio-sages of the Mechanicus naturally implanted relevant content into Frankis III's memory.

There was no way to not add it. The great war commander left behind a mess in the end. The third Frankish hero was already a top-notch achievement that could be shown off.

Because Warmaster Markarius died on the expedition, and a Warmaster, or at this point, could revert to the proper title, Lord of the Sun.

The most important function of a Sun Lord recognized by Holy Terra is not fighting. Being able to fight is a prerequisite for becoming a Sun Lord. After becoming a Sun Lord, the more important thing is the ability to win over the people and to be fair and impartial.

The number of Space Marine Legions gathered under Makarius's command during the Makarian Expedition was in the hundreds of millions. Eight Space Marine Chapters responded in the early stages, and more came to take advantage of the situation and gain military merit.

Logically speaking, having conquered over a thousand worlds and created such a large pie, the credit for the expedition should have been plentiful no matter how it was divided.

The problem is, you can't just think of Holy Terra when you need logistical support, and then forget about investors when it comes to sharing profits after a successful business venture.

Originally, this wasn't a big deal. After all, it involved over a thousand habitable planetary worlds, a huge pie, and there was profit to be made no matter how it was divided.

The problem was that Markarius, who was entitled to pick up the knife, died before he could even divide the spoils.

Thinking of this, Katz recalled some rumors.

Rumor has it that the Holy Terra assassinated Macarius and fabricated the story of the Warmaster's death.

This caused an uproar within the expeditionary force.

Oh no! The insects of Holy Terra are trying to steal our food!

Thus, a widespread collective rebellion broke out on the reclaimed planets.

This is no longer an ordinary rebellion; it is an organized and premeditated rebellion by the Astronautical Army and the Astartes Chapter, and a strong crackdown is necessary.

The problem is that the most elite and mobile force in the human empire at this time was precisely the chaotic Macarian Expeditionary Force.

Stop hitting hard. The High Lords of Holy Terra don't even dare to admit it's a rebellion.

There was no rebellion at all; there were no rebels. It was just a misunderstanding and friction between brother units.

Ha, the Pacific region is so close to Holy Terra, and the Empire no longer has the manpower and resources to organize an army capable of matching the Makarian Expeditionary Force.

Playing dead can at least minimize the problem; if you expose it, it's a real disaster.

The result was that, nominally, more than a thousand worlds were recovered, but in reality, a small portion of them rebelled again after Macarius's death, and the majority were embezzled by various units of the expeditionary force.

As the biggest investor in this expedition, Holy Terra actually reaped the least rewards. While it can't be said that they lost everything, they almost lost their entire fortune.

With these memories, both necessary and unnecessary, Kars can only be certain of two things.

First, this time should be after the Macarian Expedition, that is, after 397.M41.

Second, the chapters that provide the genetic seed for themselves should be loyal Space Marine chapters.

After all, the Frankish 3 spacecraft was actually controlled by the Martian mechanical cult.

Besides, Kaz was not only completely confused, but also utterly bewildered.

Because Space Marine recruit training does not include the Imperial Navy's officer-level courses.

Sorry, Kaz didn't have the chance to see the star chart, nor could he understand it.

Therefore, apart from knowing that it was located in the Pacific Starfield, everything else about Frankish III was unknown to Kaz.

The Mechanicus's technical priests were in charge of physical examinations and brainwashing, while the recruit instructors were in charge of the practical training. A day in Frankish was still divided into twenty-four hours, but for Katz, apart from eight hours spent soaking in the water training chamber, the remaining sixteen hours were all mental torture and physical suffering.

The involvement of the Martian Mechanicus has one major drawback: while other chapters might have to consider the recruits' capacity to endure the training, the Astartes recruits of Frankish III are not just expected to survive, but simply not to die on the spot.

You can criticize the Martian Mechanics for being dogmatic, and these techies for being abstract, but the technical priests who can connect with the Astartes, especially with the three Astartes, are truly exceptional.

Repairing the recruits' sports injuries, without even stopping the indoctrination and brainwashing.

So apart from Kars, who was suspected of being corrupted by chaos and still had the energy to ponder why his brain was so active and the monitoring couldn't find out the underlying principle, the other twelve recruits seemed to have lost their humanity and become indifferent war machines.

No wonder the instructors, despite wearing power armor, dared not remove their helmets or shoulder armor painted with the chapter's insignia.

If you're going to go this far, you're probably afraid that new recruits will seize the opportunity to stab you in the back, right?

Chapter 3 Invincible

What was that saying again? The empire is so big that both those who want to destroy it and those who want to save it are filled with despair.

However, for ordinary citizens of the Empire, the Ministry of Justice is the Empire itself.

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The Astartes are demigods, the Emperor's angels of death. So what are the recruits? Are they fallen angels, the kind that fall face down?

New recruits have no human rights, whether they are members of the Astronautical Army or the Astartes Chapter.

Unless it's a monastery on the homeworld, it's difficult for an Astartes Chapter to put nine veterans together just to train thirteen new recruits.

That's too extravagant.

Many battle groups struggle to gather even nine veterans from their ten recruit companies combined.

This is the current state of the M41 Empire.

The endless flames of war scorched the infernal galaxy, and the Astartes, who served as the imperial fire brigade, were either putting out fires or on their way to put out fires. There was simply no surplus manpower to provide such luxurious small-class education.

Therefore, Kaz reasonably suspects that the nine veteran instructors were formed by three members from three different warbands.

This inhumane training of recruits initially stemmed from a simple desire to compete.

My new recruits dare to eat shit.

My new recruits dare to eat hot food.

My new recruit can eat freshly produced Ant Cow droppings.

Doesn't anyone even ask the poor recruit if he's into sweet or savory food? I'm so angry and cold.

Anyway, it's a good thing to have a batch of new consumables every twenty years and to make a mess of the new employees in the neighboring unit.

What happens when it's their own team's turn?

The new recruits are the ones suffering, not the instructors, so let's just let it be.

This is probably how the cycle of hatred begins.

Because between utter madness and inhumanity, those who are most eager for trouble are definitely from other factions, while those with even a shred of humanity are definitely their own people who are afraid of being shot in the back by new recruits.

Kaz didn't know what the other recruits were thinking, but he was determined to avenge this grudge, even if it took three hundred years.

The sound is a mixture of electronic speakers. The size of the power armor can't be faked, and while the tone of voice can be faked, thought patterns and behavioral habits are not.

Is this how the instructors train our observation skills?

Oh no, am I suffering from late-stage PUA or just basic training PTSD?

After the eighteen superhuman surgeries were completed, a pitiful, thick barrier had been erected between the new recruits of Astartes and humanity in the broader sense.

Why are there eighteen steps?

The nineteenth reformation surgery involves implanting a black shell under the skin. Once the reformation is complete, new recruits and veterans will be equal in terms of dignity.

Okay, that's just Kaz's guess.

The real reason is that the nine instructors were well aware of how inhuman they were, so they postponed the implantation of the black shell.

With a ratio of 13 to 9, accidents are likely to occur when new recruits are given power armor training.

It is said that some new recruits of the Astartes Regiment, after undergoing modification surgery, would be concentrated in the 10th Company for many years of reconnaissance training. Only after passing the skills assessment would they be granted power armor and become a genuine canned soldier.

Katz didn't want to question the veracity of this claim, but from a purely rational standpoint, he felt that the Astartes Codex, which made such a provision, was somewhat flawed.

What's the point?

Does reconnaissance training conflict with armor-wearing training?

Can't we practice reconnaissance and infiltration on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and full-armor combat on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?