The Astartes Family's Notebook

It can attack the weak points of joints to draw blood, or leave marks on the terrazzo shell to indicate that I've stabbed your vitals.

They're not some war gang that believes in Khorne; they're not so rigid that they won't stop until blood is drawn.

Besides, if they really mess around and anger the technical sergeant, are they going to take up their precious free time to manually repair the damaged power armor with a file and screwdriver?

Kaz wasn't paying attention to the other recruits; he was still holding his breath after being tormented by Sephiroth for almost twenty years.

With his unparalleled skill of multitasking, he took down the veteran with a beautiful throw, and his clean armbar strike showed no trace of personal grudge.

Therefore, no one understood Katz's treachery.

The mechanical link structure of the boom was confirmed to be damaged, and the hip guard was squeezed and deformed in the side storage space.

Should we use magnetic boots to destroy the ornithoscope probe on the underside of the sternum?

Never mind, the angle is wrong, the movements are too obvious, people will notice.

Brother, we have no grudge against each other, blame Sephiroth.

Without a power backpack, the small emergency battery built into the power armor couldn't provide enough power for this combat brother, who was locked in a joint lock by Katz, to break the armbar using magnetic attraction. In the end, he could only pound the floor in frustration and admit defeat.

Friendly reminder: Astartes can break many of the blocking techniques that are unsolvable for mortals.

For example, even at the very end, this veteran of the Fourth Company could pull out the combat blade hidden in his groin and forcefully poke Kars's chest armor twice to declare himself the winner with the first blood.

He just didn't want to do it.

A real man has pride. In a duel between brothers in battle, even if the opponent is a rookie, you have to win beautifully.

This is not a life-or-death struggle; an ugly victory is no match for a magnanimous surrender in this situation.

Moreover, Katz's movements were truly clean and efficient, leaving no room for criticism.

I wonder if this combat buddy will be able to maintain his noble smile when he reconnects to his power backpack and performs a damage self-check on his power armor.

The atmosphere was pretty good. Whether they were new recruits or veterans, no one cursed when they lost, and no one got angry when they won.

Motor Sich thought he might be overthinking things.

Five new recruits defeated the company's veterans, proving that strength is the best calling card. The veterans of the Fourth Company straightened their backs and became serious.

The cunning and treacherous Astartes either betrayed the cause or were killed in battle; none of them who lived past fifty were cowards.

The difference between battlebands and guilds becomes apparent at this point.

Pick me, pick me, kid, pick me!

As his craving for spiking kicked in, the veterans in the company gradually adopted a more masculine expression, which excited Kaz greatly.

Only Motor Sich muttered to himself, "Please, please don't let it be the World Eater."

The battle was exhilarating!

Kaz turned his body to the side, stretched out his arm and pointed at a warrior whose breastplate was decorated with thorns. Without saying a word, the warrior disconnected the power armor from the power backpack. Fortunately, his comrade was quick enough to catch the power backpack in freefall. Kaz then gave the technical sergeant, whose eyes were no longer very friendly, a smile that he had tried his best to flatter.

Cheers erupted, and the other four dueling pairs paused to make room for Kars and his team.

As mentioned earlier, Astartes operates under a military democracy. As monks, they have no worldly desires and therefore place great importance on honor.

You are an Astartes, and I am an Astartes; both are high-value currencies of the Emperor, and neither is more noble than the other.

Therefore, for achievements that would enable mortals to establish a dynasty, the Astartes preferred to reward them with privileges such as the freedom to paint their shoulder armor or carve decorations on their chests to signify their extraordinary status.

Kaz is challenging a decorated sergeant in the company, a tough leader who went against the former fourth company commander, a sword master who had a duel with the leader of the Dark Eldar pirates, and a tough guy who had beheaded the orc Wagggh Boss.

Wow, that's awesome!

This is exactly what we want to see!!!

Motor Sich didn't understand why the atmosphere had suddenly become bloodthirsty, but no matter how excellent Kaz was, the gap of more than a hundred years of combat experience could not be made up for by talent.

So the fourth company commander frowned.

"Tyrant, you..."

Beside Motor Sich, Company Champion Ingus stepped forward, but before he could speak, a Space Marine named Tyrant raised his hand to signal that the mere Company Champion should shut up.

"Kid, your name is Kaz, right? I'll give you two choices. First, you pick a partner to fight two against one. Second, you fight me one-on-one. If you lose, I won't take anything from you. If you win, I'll give you a power sword."

Tyrant didn't take off his helmet, so the sound from the speaker was a bit muffled, but even with the distorted sound, the domineering aura in his words couldn't be hidden.

The four recruits who still had the right to challenge looked at Kaz, but Kaz didn't look at them.

"Captain Tyrant..."

Kaz carefully examined Tyrant's power armor paint job to determine his rank, and then continued.

"If I may ask, who is stronger, Lieutenant Sephiroth or you?"

Tyrant had already removed his power backpack, so the white vapor coming out of the breathing grille on his helmet couldn't possibly be circulating coolant.

As if insulted, Tyrant's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction amidst its domineering tone.

"I taught him swordsmanship."

Kaz smiled, a smile that pleased the veterans of the Fourth Company. Yes, that was the smile, that damned smile. This new recruit didn't even need genetic sequencing; just by that smile, he was clearly a member of our Fourth Company.

So you, this big bastard, taught that medium-sized bastard Sephiroth how to use a chainsaw sword for unarmored melee combat, right?

The bio-sage technology of the Martian Mechanicus is truly remarkable; it can perfectly repair even such deep wounds. However, Kaz still occasionally feels a dull ache in his pectoral muscles.

Power swords and all that don't matter, I just want to get my revenge!

Tyrant was unmoved by Kaz's politeness, but Kaz's arrogant expression made Tyrant's lips curl into a smile hidden beneath his helmet.

Come on, kid, let me see what's so appealing about this greenhorn that Epsilon couldn't stop thinking about on his escape.

In their first clash of chainsaw swords, both fighters broke teeth.

However, the bloodthirsty spectators present were all dressed in heavy armor, and the small flying steel pieces were not worthy of hindering their viewing.

Kaz could tell from this one encounter that Tyrande was superior to him in both combat experience and physical ability.

But it doesn't matter. Kaz never thought about winning from the beginning. He just wanted to vent his frustration and get back at the sword that made him wet himself.

Sephiroth, you torture me, I don't hate you; you humiliate me, you deserve to die!

If Tyrant's combat strength is 8,000, then Kaz's is at most 5,000. However, the lack of a powered backpack and the use of full armor reduces the combat strength of both sides by 2,000.

The absolute value of the gap remained unchanged, but Tyrant was no longer in a state where Kaz couldn't break through the defense despite his best efforts.

To hell with winning or losing, all I want is to get my revenge.

Ah, that dazzling smile! For a fleeting moment, Tyrant even considered letting Kars slash him with his sword.

Chapter 11 is about instinct.

The Astartes' inherent tendency to prioritize camaraderie over imperial interests is the root of their descent into chaos — a comment from a certain corn-loving individual.

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He has such a handsome smile, if I kicked him, he would probably cry for a long time, right?

Tyrant admired Katz's courage, so he released him into the sea.

There are already four evil gods in the warp, so why do people always question whether Astartes can unleash sword energy with his chainsaw sword?

Swordsmanship is neither noble nor special. As long as one lives long enough and has good talent, it is not difficult for a Space Marine to become proficient in all martial arts.

For example, Tyrant isn't particularly skilled with a sword; all weapons, even a toilet plunger, are essentially the same to him.

It's not the swordsmanship that's strong, but the sword itself.

In the world of Warhammer, a name that includes the hammer, faith truly matters.

Faith is a sharp blade, faith is a strong shield, faith is wholeheartedly following the emperor.

Because the Emperor preferred to use power claws and swords, for humans, power claws and swords are the noblest weapons, with a higher faith bonus than other weapons.

This is very unreasonable.

Tyrant's hammer skills are clearly superb, but when applied to the material world, the sword inflicts more damage than the hammer.

So in that moment of impulse, Tyrant held back. If he had swung his sword horizontally, the serrated edge of the single molecule's reciprocating motion would have been enough to tear open Kaz's abdominal armor plate without harming his flesh.

The difference in strength is reflected in the full armor duel with no power backpack, where Tyrant will knock Kaz back, and the closest distance of Kaz's slash is 0.03 centimeters from Tyrant's eagle emblem on his chest.

Close-quarters combat is just that unreasonable; a slight advantage can last a lifetime, while a slight advantage can decide life or death in an instant.

Kaz has great talent, and his personality makes the fourth brother very happy.

However, Tyrant's talent was equally outstanding, and everyone persevered in their hard training. The extra century built an insurmountable wall of strength.

It is precisely because of this appreciation that I must strike with the whip of defeat.

In this hellish galaxy, there are countless monsters and demons stronger than Tyrant. Young fighting brothers, remember this feeling, then hate it, understand it, ignore it, and surpass it.

For the sake of the Emperor, all evil shall be slain!

The Astartes superhumans' brains endowed them with unparalleled thinking speed.

Even in the midst of a crucial duel, Tyrant still had the energy to consider other matters.

Unfortunately, Katz can do it too.

He abandoned the horizontal sword slash; look at this hip lift—is it a front kick or a side kick?

Kars's slash had already been unleashed, and it was too late to stop. The difference in strength was based on a real difference, and he was going to lose.

If the magnetic boots also had a power backpack function, then Katz could have dodged Tyrant's kick by stopping abruptly.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." Just like when he defeated that veteran, admitting his defeat honestly is a hundred times better than making empty promises.

We lost.

So what if I lost? I'm going to get my revenge! Who cares about winning or losing?

Your Majesty, I freaking respect you!

It's confirmed, it's a side kick. Tyrant didn't want the Eagle Emblem on his chest to be scratched, so he chose a side kick that was quite awkward for an armored Astartes.

Because of the groin guard and side skirts, Astartes in full armor can easily perform front kicks and side kicks. However, the side kick will cause the upper body's center of gravity to sway, making it a very dangerous move in full armor combat.

Tyrant had completely figured out Kars' timing of his attack and deciphered the trajectory of his swing before daring to use this method against his enemy.

How can I get Tyrant?

Katz's extraordinary wisdom allowed him to think rapidly and multitask, while also having the leisure to observe the others present with his peripheral vision.

The company champion, Ingus, was also wearing a helmet, so his eyes were not visible and were ignored.

Company Commander Motor Sich's gaze was focused on...

Even though his pupils didn't change, Tyrant sensed Kars's distraction, so he got angry, and the muscles in his thighs and abdomen responded to his master's anger, increasing his strength by three points.

The world is full of heroes, so strong, so incredibly strong. Whether it's Tyrant or Company Commander Motor Sich, they are truly formidable.

Kaz followed Motor Sich's gaze, observed and pondered, and finally discovered the crux of the problem.

Throughout his life, the more Astartes wanted to win, the more he fell into a vicious cycle of feeling powerless.

It is precisely because I abandoned the desire to win the duel and only thought about cutting Tyrant with my sword that I have fallen into my current predicament.

Isn't this also a competition for victory?

If I relinquish my obsession, how will you face your enemy?

Kaz loosened his grip on the hilt, letting the chainsaw slip from his hand. Using the momentum, he dodged Tyrant's side kick, then crouched down, using his shoulder armor to brace against Tyrant's thigh and forcefully thrust upwards.

彩！

An unknown, bloodthirsty spectator caught the chainsaw sword that Kaz had flung away, turned it off, and joined his fellow fighters in cheering.

If Tyrant had been defeated so easily, he wouldn't be alive today.

Have you ever seen an Astartes tank with a total weight of over 400 kilograms perform a side somersault?

Tyrant was no longer angry; in fact, he was in high spirits. He also turned off the chainsaw sword, tossed it aside, and raised it upwards toward Kaz's palm.

Come on, let's fight! I'll take you on.

If Kaz were to concede defeat at this point, Madsich would seize the opportunity to stand up and smooth things over.

The fourth company commander was certain that the clever young man had understood the cues of his body language.

That's good enough. As a new recruit, Motor Sich is very satisfied with Kaz.