The Astartes Family's Notebook

However, approving the homeworld requires the official documents to be issued by the insectoid race of Holy Terra.

If you lack personnel, adequate weaponry, and strong enough relationships, even if you are Astartes, Holy Terra will still treat you badly.

Is the homeworld important to a warband? Yes.

Is a planet the important thing? No.

What truly matters is the series of political, economic, and cultural privileges brought by the home planet, including top-tier tax exemptions.

It's fair to say that the entire fighting force owes the Fourth Company a heartfelt thank you.

Mad Sich had no chance to meet the legendary Sun Lord Macarius, but as a high-ranking member of the Chapter who was well-versed in the Chapter's classic texts and knew the ins and outs of the Great Crusade and the Great Mutiny, he understood the source of the Fourth Company's anger.

Fifty years is but a fleeting moment in the lives of Astartes.

Yesterday, we were still following the General's triumphant advance, our spirit soaring like a tiger, conquering thousands of miles in seven years. What a magnificent achievement this was! It must have been just like the great expeditions of the emperors back then.

Today, how did the TMD Empire become like this? Brothers turn against each other, officials force the people to rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel everywhere, there are rebels everywhere, killing, killing, killing, killing even our own brothers. I think the biggest enemy is not the Eye of Fear, not the Great Vortex, but right there in Holy Terra!

The Fourth Company wasn't swayed by Chaos; they had participated in the legendary Makarian Expedition and witnessed the final, glorious struggle of the human empire. How could these comrades-in-arms possibly look directly at the empire's current corrupt and despicable state?

There's no going back. The veterans who opposed the fourth company commander didn't think the court and the Ministry of Justice were right; rather, they couldn't bear to give up the glory they held in their hands.

How was you supposed to manage a four-company formation like that?

To mend the rift, Motor Sich was afraid that he might lose his temper and have to trouble the commander-in-chief again to have White Scar step in to bail him out.

It's so unlucky, the more I think about it, the more unlucky I feel. How did this empire end up like this?

Chapter 7 The Last Lesson

Perhaps the Emperor's ideal of Astartes should be one that remains as holy as ever.

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To be honest, after Sephiroth was sent to Deathwatch, the recruits' lives were truly something else.

The six-hour fixed program in the hydroponic chamber is a must, the eighteen-hour high-intensity training has been reduced to sixteen hours, and Astartes recruits can even enjoy two hours of personal leisure time!

This is a level of welfare that even veterans of many battle groups wouldn't dare to dream of.

A famous imperial warning: Doubt leads to heresy.

These five short words encapsulate the root of all the suffering of the new recruits in Astartes.

Thinking wildly will only lead to confusion in your mind.

Is this some kind of compensation for the previous incident?

Naive, so incredibly naive. Simply because they weren't new recruits in their own unit, the remaining eight instructors were unwilling to revise the established plan.

So, those who frequent the Astartes circle all have a bit of OCD, right?

We can't just sit around doing nothing, can we?

Therefore, the new recruits were sent to the state church for long-term disinfection.

is this necessary?

Katz didn't find it annoying, but rather a waste.

Even nobles who go up to the nest have to book the prayer room in advance. The holy water can drain the savings of a family in the lower nest in one gulp. Each sermon requires at least six jars. The full-time choir of at least two hundred people sings really well.

Katz had always had excellent hearing; he could hear someone behind the thick walls whispering to the bishop about how a single Mass cost seven hundred Throne Coins, and that such Masses lasted for one hundred and thirty days—the expense was far too great.

So the bishop slapped him across the face.

“That’s the judge, that’s Astartes.”

These brief words carry a heavy weight.

You can't complain about the unfairness of fate when you're suffering, but take it all for granted when you're enjoying yourself.

During training, I won't argue with you calling me a recruit, but what should you call me outside of training?

The Emperor's Angel, Your Majesty Lord Astartes.

Perhaps it's because of the three-way sharing of Frankish III, but the state church personnel here are somewhat desensitized to Space Marines.

Even a demigod's sense of awe will dissipate after seeing too much of this.

However, this also proves one thing: you can't become a superior person in the empire without being obsessed.

Odachi had no interest in checking the recruits' thought records to see if they had been corrupted by the warp; let the Emperor's holy water tell him.

Doesn't this seemingly high-level baptism essentially imply that the new recruits have problems?

Although Katz also felt that he had a problem, he could think about it, but he couldn't say it. If they really investigated, what if they found something?

Chaos is the empire's red line; whoever crosses it dies.

As long as one has enough face, even betrayal can be forgiven. However, for the Astartes, as long as they are associated with Chaos, even someone as powerful as Titus has to obediently fall into the situation of self-justification and go to prison.

Kaz dared to secretly memorize the instructor's physical measurements, but at this moment he dared not flinch.

Piety is not absolute; it is absolute piety. Astartes' superhuman vision is not the Sharingan; it does not have the function of a microscope and cannot distinguish how many cameras are hidden in this prayer room, which is larger than a 400-meter track and field stadium.

I can't keep thinking like this. Let's listen to some music.

“Very good. No signs of chaotic corruption have been found among the new recruits. Observe them for another ten days and then implant black carapaces into them.”

"agree."

Behind the ultra-high-definition monitor, the two squadron instructors exchanged opinions and reached a conclusion.

The nineteenth modification surgery, the implantation of the black shell, is much safer than the previous eighteen open-heart surgery procedures, but patients generally report that the experience is not very good.

After all, when you add a heart, lungs, and various glands and organs, the recruit candidates are under general anesthesia and do not feel any pain during the surgery. The implantation of the black shell involves peeling back the skin while the recruits are in a clear state and implanting the custom-grown shell plate under the skin. The fitting angle also needs to be adjusted according to the real-time feedback from the patient.

Horror?

This level of exposure of skin has no impact on new recruits who have been instilled with a lot of battlefield memories; the real discomfort is a strong sense of rejection from the foreign object.

Having survived the previous eighteen surgeries, how could something go wrong with implanting a skin graft and nervous system?

Hey, you're not very knowledgeable. While the probability of an Astartes recruit dying from a black carapace implantation surgery is low, it's not zero.

Although the Martian mechanical priests have a bad reputation, their craftsmanship is excellent. Look at the stitches on their skin—there's a beautiful, seamless quality to their work.

Unfortunately, none of the eleven recruits were the unlucky ones chosen by fate; all the surgeries were successful.

With the implantation of the black armor, all nineteen modification surgeries were finally completed, and Kars and his fellow recruits finally became complete Astartes.

Then the most exciting moment arrived.

Armor conferment ceremony!

Normally, the armor-issuing ceremony is organized by the battle group itself, which can enhance the new recruits' sense of belonging to the battle group.

Even with Astartes, if something is obtained too easily, it will not be cherished. To put it nicely, it's human nature; to put it bluntly, it's just being a masochist.

But Frankis III is special. Katz and his group weren't in the Warband Monastery's advanced class; they were part of a targeted training program for the Martian Mechanicus.

Who will armor the Space Marines is a trivial matter for the Chapter and for Mars, but it is quite important for the Mechanicus, especially for the Craftsmen who are at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining stage and are ready to break through to the Sage realm at any time.

Within the Cult of Mechanics, there is a completely transparent ceiling that divides the entire Cult's system into two classes.

Only the wise, and individuals above the level of the wise, are considered human beings and belong to the ruling class.

The rest are all human resources, humanoid consumables, and they share the same instruction manual with the machine servants.

The craftsman is positioned just below the sage, a natural-born drudge.

If your parents are sages of mechanics, then even if you spend your days eating, drinking, playing, and cheating on exams, after ninety years of cramming education, you will most likely become a sage of mechanics yourself.

However, if you rely on your talent and personal efforts to climb step by step from the apprentice level to the craftsman, then you will most likely end up like this person, competing with your colleagues who are assigned to the Astartes Chapter for performance in order to make your resume look better.

However, this has absolutely nothing to do with Katz and his crew.

An empire is a theocratic state under a feudal monarchy, and it has never touted any freedom or democracy. Isn't that a matter of course?

It's really great; the authentic Mars merchandise looks really good on.

Unfortunately, aside from their craftsmanship, the Martian Mechanical Cult is afraid to reveal any innovations.

Kaz vaguely remembered that after Belisarius Caul innovated power armor, Space Marines would first wear an inner garment with integrated electronic muscle bundles, and then put on the power armor.

At this point, even the genuine Martian version still integrated the electronic muscle bundles inside the power armor, rather than making them into clothing for Space Marines to wear.

This resulted in the incense and candles burning brightly during the armor-granting ceremony, with the scent of burning holy oil wafting around the room along with the powerful blowers. The thin cloak covering the crotch fluttered in the wind, giving the noble demigods a touch of everyday life.

However, apart from the craftsmen chanting incantations and the Astartes recruits posing in the same way as the crucifixion of Jesus, there was no other living person during the entire ceremony.

Are machine servants considered living people?

This is a difficult philosophical question, and Katz is unwilling to think about it.

They were just looking at me.

Kaz felt as if the two cherubim who had put the helmet on him were watching him the whole time.

Imperial things are tinged with a certain evil.

Chapter 8 I don't understand Warbands, but I understand Guilds

When you're out in the game, it's best to eat lunch, because you'll have to pay the price eventually.

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Those who say favors are worthless usually don't amount to much, because even if they extend favors on credit, they don't have the ability to get them back.

However, the Astartes Chapter is different.

Eight hundred years ago, your regiment borrowed a bomb from our regiment, and you! Must! Return it!

The Black Knights also arrived; it's unclear whether they just happened to arrive at the same time or were deliberately waiting for Motor Sich.

In order to bridge the internal conflicts of the Fourth Company, the journey to Frankish III took three months longer than expected.

No one questioned anything; subspace travel is inherently full of unknowns, and a three-month delay was within the normal range.

However, this delay caused the recruitment of new soldiers to coincide with the selection of new soldiers by the Black Knights.

If a platoon leader from another unit sends a request to you, the fourth company commander, for a get-together, would you refuse?

Motor Sich wasn't socially anxious; he just felt irritable.

Despite the fact that the population is harvested only once every twenty years, the pressure on Frankish III is actually decreasing.

Because apart from the Ultramarines, the other Space Marine chapters are shrinking in size.

Because there aren't enough gene seeds.

The scale of the war continued to expand, with orcs, heretics, cultists, Tyrannosaurus, aliens, and Iron Ribs among the enemies the Astartes had to face, as varied as a menu.

Not every fallen Astartes can have its gene seed successfully recovered from its corpse.

Some genetic seeds, once lost, can never be regained.

Therefore, compared to some warbands that drain a planet's best genes for five hundred years with a single recruitment, the low-intensity, high-frequency continuous production of Frankis III actually puts less pressure on the planet's population.

The Black Knights Chapter is a ship-based chapter, a well-known wealthy chapter in the Pacific Starfield. There's no need to rack your brains to guess which chapter they belong to; they've never hidden anything. The proud descendants of the First Legion practically want to have the word "First" etched on their foreheads.

He was truly obsessed; everyone in the Astartes knew that the Dark Angels and their sub-groups had a history of betraying their teammates.

But when they're not acting crazy, Astartes of the Dark Angels lineage are truly reliable.

So the situation became deadlocked. How could a normal person tell when these secretive Dark Angels were normal and when they were delusional?

If I can't afford to mess with you, I'll just avoid you.

Hehe, at least on the Franks III, Motor Sich really can't escape.

Because the other member of the three-way division, the Oathkeepers Chapter, is also a sub-chapter of the Dark Angels.

The First Legion's two major sub-legions serve the entire Wasteland Wings family; what a blessing that is!

What a blessing, what a terrible fate!

Those who have a connection with the Wings of Desolation are the Oathkeepers.

As a lineage of Dark Angels who are obsessed with sustainable production, the Oathkeepers are a rare anthropomorphic chapter.

There were no insults; the description of Dark Angel as anthropomorphic is already extremely high praise.