The Astartes Family's Notebook

However, Motor Sich was ultimately not "one of us," even though he got along very well with the Fourth Company; they were not the same kind of people.

How could I possibly admit defeat? The atmosphere has reached this point, how could I possibly admit defeat?

Tyrant, I will definitely tear your helmet off!

Although Sephiroth was not a human being, he was also generous with his knowledge, and he truly passed on everything he knew to the new recruits.

The gap between Katz and Tyrant is a chasm eroded by time.

In terms of fighting instincts, Kars is second to none.

So every punch was a fraction slower, every step a fraction later. Kaz could see where Tyrant was better than him, but he could never catch up, and he seemed so far out of reach.

Finally, annoyed by Kaz's mindless head-grabbing, Tyrant began to slap him in the face.

First blood has been achieved; Kars has lost.

But the audience was cheering, and Mad Sich could see that Tyrant hadn't lost his mind, so he simply didn't step forward to be the spoilsport.

With a bruised and swollen face, Kaz launched another close attack.

My consciousness is becoming somewhat blurred; I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

Tyrant noticed it too, and seeing the boy still grinning like a sausage, he was increasingly pleased.

So, it's time to end this.

Tyrant is prepared to use physical means to send Katz to a peaceful sleep.

Does this kid have some kind of obsession with my helmet?

With a single punch, Kars, who had hastily wrapped his arms to protect his head, was still pierced by the powerful force and fell into a state of spontaneous protective unconsciousness.

Amidst the deafening cheers, some oblivious spectators noticed that, at some point during the battle, Kaz had sharpened the three-millimeter-thick ceramic steel side panel along the back edge of his forearm guard, using the momentum of his fall to pry off a section of Tyrant's breastplate carving.

Some jeering, some cheering, the other four recruits will continue to complete their 80th birthday ceremony, but everyone present knows that this year's recruit king is none other than Kaz.

Chapter Twelve: The Belated Graduation Prom

The Astartes were the Emperor's masterpiece; the Imperial Guard should try to compete on cost-effectiveness.

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Why is there such a huge difference in combat power between different chapters even though they are all Astartes?

Kars' brief stay in the Fourth Company of the Wasteland revealed part of the truth to him.

Download a TXT file named "Space Marines", import it into Word, then replace all the Astartes with Pokémon, and the answer will appear.

Genetic seeds and modification surgeries determine racial stats, while physical differences determine individual stats; however, even combined, these two are not as important as effort stats.

Even if you combine the three basic values, you can only jump up and kick the knee of a system-based combat system.

Space Marines are superhumans, but not in the same sense as Clark Kent or Homelander.

Power armor cannot withstand Leman Ruth's main cannon, and the chapter never encourages individual heroism.

What truly made the Astartes the pillars of the Imperium was the Space Marines' unparalleled adaptability.

Compared to the Imperial Guard, whose armor was equivalent to a habitable planet, the Astartes were as cheap as fifty dollars' worth of good brothers.

However, compared to the Astral Legion, the cost of training one Astartes is enough to build three to five Astral Legions from scratch.

The Astartes is not cheap, but it is great value for money.

The reason Motor Sich was transferred from the Second Company to the Fourth Company was that the Chapter Commander considered him the most suitable among the other eligible candidates in the Chapter.

If it weren't for the certainty that Motor Sich's genetic seed was genuine, one could even assume that he was a hybrid of the Fourth Company and other companies.

This is not a personal attack, but rather a comparison of personalities between Motor Sich and the Fourth Company.

The battle cry of the Desolate Wings consists of two lines.

[Fearless of death, undeterred by adversity] and [Glory to me, victory to the Emperor].

With unwavering resilience, a willingness to sacrifice, and a knack for fighting tough battles, Desolation Wings' combat style is actually quite aggressive. If it weren't for the fact that Corruption Salivary Glands were functioning well, it wouldn't be surprising if Desolation Wings were given a different paint job and impersonated Imperial Fist.

However, the fourth company was a little different.

Compared to the toughness of other companies, the Fourth Company was more ruthless, cunning, and unscrupulous.

Victory, victory, and more damn victory! All sacrifices are worthless if they cannot be presented to the Emperor.

The Astartes are demigods, proud superhumans of the Empire. Worldly temptations are hard to sway the Space Marines' will, but glory is a sweet poison, and many Space Marines have fallen because of false glory.

Therefore, asceticism and discipline are the means and methods by which the vast majority of warbands maintain the purity of their thoughts.

Strict to the point of being inhumane.

The Fourth Company may seem carefree and even a bit fanatical about battle, but that's just an appearance. If they were truly so unrestrained, the Fourth Company wouldn't have been able to survive continuously in the Wings of Desolation for over two thousand years.

First, it can be confirmed that the four-in-one gene seed has no mutations or aberrations and is extremely stable.

Although Motor Sich secretly suspected that he came from the World Eater, the Fourth Company was obsessed with the victory brought by the battle, rather than the killing itself.

This is also a key reason why, despite nearly twenty years of division and constant pursuit between the two groups, not a single one of them has died.

This is almost becoming a laughing stock in the war zone.

At the time, the former 4th Company Commander, Epsilon, could no longer bear the inquisitor's threats and persecution. He planned to kill the guy and then lead the 4th Company to the Halo Zone to become outlaws.

In other star systems, at different points in time, Epsilon's actions would be considered typical acts of betrayal.

If you encounter problems and don't seek help from the Chapter Leader or rely on the Chapter, but instead act rashly and rebel, you may feel good, but what about the other brothers in the Chapter? The Empire's punishment will only target the entire Chapter, and will not care about your personal grievances.

But this is the Pacific Starfield, the thousand worlds that Makarian has conquered and recovered.

Holy Terra and the traditional imperial-controlled areas of the Pacific region nearly emptied their coffers to support Makarius's expedition.

Suddenly, a thousand more worlds appeared, and before the Empire could even collect a round of tithes, the expeditionary force was thrown into turmoil.

Forget about breaking even; just maintaining stable, ongoing expenses will be a huge burden for Holy Terra.

From a military perspective, the Makarian Expedition was highly successful; however, from an economic standpoint, Holy Terra was left with nothing but tears.

For the next fifty years, Holy Terra did not mobilize any Astartes Chapters or allocate any Astral Legions to the Pacific Sector.

The sphere of influence of the Taiping Starfield is maintained entirely by inertia.

Epsilon dared to do this because it was certain that the Star Region Government would not react negatively to its actions.

The issue of hundreds of Astral Legions, numbering at least one hundred million, ruling over their own territories hasn't been resolved yet, so a single company of Space Marines isn't really that important.

Moreover, Epsilon wasn't planning on acting recklessly.

Although he was dissatisfied with the incompetence of the Taiping Star Region government, he also felt disgusted by the Chaos forces.

Therefore, his plan is full of a kind of beauty that is possessed by the Great Western King.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Once the insects are wiped out, the planet forced into rebellion will naturally be saved.

Killing is for the sake of protecting life.

If it were for his own selfish desires, Epsilon wouldn't have received the support of half of his company's brothers, after all, this was a serious matter of betraying the Empire.

However, the other half of the company, including Tyrant, opposed the idea.

The root cause of the current chaos in the Thousand Worlds of the New Restoration is essentially that Holy Terra wants to eat meat.

Moreover, as an angel investor who contributed both money and effort, Divine Terra truly did its utmost to support Makarius and did not hold him back.

The Highlords can criticize anything, but there's nothing they can criticize on this matter.

They poured real money into the expedition, which yielded fruitful results. However, the expeditionary force disintegrated due to the death of Markarius, and the expeditionary force split up and became independent warlords. Before the M39 Terran horde came to cause trouble, look at how Hallow Terra behaved.

If you don't die, what are you going to do, with hundreds of millions of Star Realm soldiers, turn the world upside down?

More than half a century is not enough time for the Holy Terra to lick its wounds. What the superiors like, the inferiors will do even more. Killing one Inquisitor who came to gain benefits will only attract more and more greedy Inquisitors.

This kind of thing cannot be quelled by violence.

Company Commander Epsilon had his mind made up and successfully planted the flag. Those worlds that were being exploited by both the Starfield Government and Holy Terra had received temporary protection, but how long could it last?

Without the support of the human empire's system, how long can the four-way alliance last?

This can hardly be called a victory, let alone something to offer to the emperor.

Taking advantage of the increasingly heated internal discussions, Epsilon used the pretext of a meeting to gather all the combat brothers on the combat barge Victory Balance, and then led his supporters to the strike cruiser Pioneer Star and ran away.

As it turned out, Tyrant and his crew were no pushovers either. Even when they came to the Victory Balance for a meeting, they brought the navigator of the Pioneer Star with them, effectively cutting off their supply lines.

Something extremely abstract has happened.

Birds of a feather flock together, and Epsilon also took the bridge crew of the Victory Balance, including the ship's commander, with him.

One side lacks a navigator and cannot perform warp jumps, while the other side is controlled by a group of mediocre Space Marines. The two groups can only chase each other in the real universe at sublight speed, which fully demonstrates the excellent matching mechanism of the Warhammer universe.

Although the nature of the incident is serious, the damage is too low, which is why the White Scars Warband dared to step forward and take on the responsibility.

The farcical four-way defection has ended, but that doesn't mean the problems in the Taiping Starfield are solved.

Although the Odachi Inquisitor and his Grand Master sacrificed a colleague as a sacrifice, thus offering their allegiance to the local bullies of the Pacific Starfield and proving their allegiance, they could not change the attitude of Holy Terra.

Ultimately, it comes down to the issue of how benefits are distributed.

The Astartes generally do not participate in the internal affairs of the empire unless they owe someone a favor.

The Wasteland Wings owed this Inquisitor and his faction a favor.

Therefore, upon leaving Frankish III, the Fourth Company immediately had to repay this debt of gratitude.

During the time he was picking up the new recruits, Inquisitor Odachi negotiated with the two rebellious planets in the same star system through the Star Government. His basic proposition was that Holy Terra would reduce rent and interest, and that the recruits would return to the Empire and pay rent and interest.

Paying a tithe all at once is indeed asking too much, so let's compromise. I'll ask for less, you'll pay less, and I'll do you a favor by removing you from the rebel list. In return, you can stop causing trouble and just be obedient citizens of the empire.

It's unclear whether the Four-Company Incident inspired the Odachi Inquisitor, but when the Empire softened its stance, it became remarkably flexible.

Logically speaking, this pragmatic attitude is already the upper limit of the empire's anthropomorphism; we cannot ask for more.

I don't know if they've become too ambitious, but the actual controllers of the two planets have actually conspired to play the trick of handing over power to each other.

Do you really think the courtroom is a neighborhood committee office?

Odachi went directly to the Wings of Desolation, demanding that the four leaders choose one of the two planets to make an example of and deter the scattered hearts of the people.

Kaz felt lucky; on his first mission, he didn't have to torture people's humanity.

Chapter 13 Mandeville, please click here.

Often, even Astartes himself didn't know how strong he was.

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The Milky Way is a giant black box, and everyone is completely baffled.

Even though the human empire has mastered the technology of subspace travel and broken free from the constraints of gravity, it still has to abide by the rules of space traffic.

In the real world, mass, especially the supermassive masses of planets and stars, interferes with or influences subspace.

The profound principles may be understood by some in Holy Terra, but in the Desolate Wings, where Kaz is located, there isn't even a single think tank, let alone anyone who can explain why.

In the 2K era, any terrifying upright ape who had worked in a factory in Ancient Terra knew one thing: behind any bizarre warning sign lay a more abstract production accident.

Therefore, strictly abiding by the rules of space traffic is the only way to avoid ending up in a collection of bizarre jokes.

"Unless you are about to be sunk, but you have a mission that you cannot die, never make an emergency subspace jump within the planetary system."

Company Commander Mada Sich's lectures were attended not only by new recruits but also by veterans from the Fourth Company.

There was nothing he could do; after reading through the company log, Motor Sich's temples kept twitching.

Those insects, a bunch of lucky insects. Without the Emperor's protection, the Fourth Company of insects would have ruined themselves long ago.

He needs re-education, otherwise he really can't be a company commander anymore.

Let's start with space travel and subspace security.

The universe is so empty, can't this spaceship just fly however it wants?

No, my brother in arms, no.

Even a large combat barge like the Victory Balance, with a mass of hundreds of millions of tons, cannot sustain itself for long in the empty universe. Although a light-year is a unit of length, it can also be used to refer to time.