The Astartes Family's Notebook

But this approach didn't work on Omidas.

While finding an STC template is something to celebrate, it still couldn't suppress Kaz's desire to complain.

I wonder which kind soul will integrate the entire promethium refining system into Chaodu.

No, that's not precise enough. Kaz realized that, including Omidas, he had only ever witnessed four hives. What if other hives did the same thing? Wouldn't that be embarrassing for him?

Who's the kind soul who brought the promethium refinery to Zhongchao Integration?

Shouldn't these basic public facilities be located at the bottom of the nest?

Like a straw inserted into a paper drink, the existence of the promethium refinery created a huge loophole in the punitive fleet's blockade of the hive city.

Pipelines that are difficult for mortals to traverse are natural parkour facilities for the monks of Astartes.

It's true that everyone has something to learn; in mystery dramas, a knife shown in close-up is bound to draw blood.

If he hadn't spent over a month playing with the green-skinned orcs in Nafal, chasing them and making them doomed, he might not have been able to keep up with that suspicious figure.

It's true that Astartes has exceptionally strong physical abilities and learning capacity, but it can't compensate for the large number of academically challenged and intellectually challenged individuals.

This is a bomb gun, this is a combat blade. Okay, you've learned how to slash and shoot. Now go to the Eye of Fear and kill Abaddon.

Fun fact: Astartes' power backpack is nuclear-powered, but it doesn't use radioactive metals like uranium, plutonium, or thorium as fuel rods. The small backpack on the back of the power armor is a miniature fusion device that uses hydrogen, deuterium, and tritium as fusion materials.

Most models use liquid hydrogen fuel tanks that are easy to replace.

So don't fantasize about hitting a Space Marine's power backpack and causing a nuclear explosion. If you were hit by a liquid hydrogen fuel tank, it would definitely explode, but the destructive power of the explosion wouldn't even tear through the plastic steel armor on the back of the power armor.

If you really want to use the power backpack as a trump card, a glorious bomb in times of desperation, this Astartes would have to study two masterpieces on his own: "Nuclear Power Equipment Maintenance Manual (Volumes 1 & 2)" and "Collection of Real Questions for the Level 6 Fitter Exam (Guaranteed Pass)".

Anyway, the Empire's technical sergeants will never help you modify it, so give up on that idea.

The power armor's built-in servo motor output assist function can help an Astartes friar automatically adjust the contraction and discharge of the integrated electronic muscle bundles within the power armor during intense battlefield situations, allowing the Space Marine to focus their attention on the monitor and the left mouse button.

This auxiliary function is undoubtedly powerful, but it is not omnipotent.

On flat ground, the difference is not noticeable; Astartes' superhuman brain may not even be as fast as an integrated chip.

Once you design complex movements in three-dimensional space, the auxiliary functions of power armor become insufficient.

This is also why zero-gravity space combat has been listed as a mandatory training subject by various major combat groups.

As an extreme sport, parkour is even more complicated than a purely zero-gravity space. The timing of the magnetic boots' on/off state is even more difficult to calculate than the force output of the electronic muscle bundles.

This is where Kars' ability to multitask comes in handy.

Although his power armor did not have any related hardware or software components added, Kaz was able to multitask, simultaneously modifying system parameters to adjust the output in real time, tracking target clues, and leaving marks and codes for his brothers' reinforcements in the subsequent battle.

Before he knew it, Katz was enjoying himself again.

He laughed, he laughed. No one could stop Kaz from grinning. No one!

Although the tracking route was winding and tortuous, it was generally downward.

Kaz felt a strange sense of pleasure. The Space Marine he was chasing was an absolute master of mobile warfare. Just following behind him, studying the route choices and scrutinizing the minor details had already benefited him greatly, not to mention the fact that the enemy's ability to move silently was equally outstanding.

Lyman's Ear is an important part of the Space Marine genetic modification surgery.

This modified organ allows Space Marines to consciously amplify or filter specific sound frequencies without experiencing dizziness or nausea due to a loss of direction.

Katz was certain that he had been hovering behind the target unit for no more than a hundred meters. At that distance, Astartes could listen carefully, and Lyman's Ear could even pick up the sound of small rodents grinding their teeth.

However, apart from faint footsteps, Katz couldn't get any more audio information no matter how he switched bands.

This reminded him of the Nineteenth Legion, the Raven Guard, that the veterans on Nafar had mentioned.

Our Astartes is truly full of hidden talents. Kaz didn't intend to assume any preconceived notions about whether the target he was tracking was friend or foe, so he simply kept his distance and followed along.

Then, the excitement dissipated, the joy faded, and seriousness took over his face; Kaz could no longer smile.

It smelled of blood, an extremely strong smell of blood, so strong that it even suppressed the stench of rotting corpses.

Moreover, the smell of blood seemed to be mixed with something else, giving Kaz an urge to become furious and insane.

Upon receiving Kaz's neural commands, the tactical helmet automatically closed the breathing grille, and the power armor activated its internal circulation breathing system, and the situation indeed improved.

Opium burning at Humen?

Abandoning the pursuit plan, Katz, chainsaw sword in his left hand and bomb gun in his right, prepared for battle, changing his previous pursuit style to a steady and methodical advance search.

Thus, the Shimono residential area, which had been reduced to a massive slaughterhouse, came into Katz's view.

Not all of them died out.

Calming his mind and temporarily ignoring the sensory stimulation that surpasses even the finest B-movies, Katz stealthily made his way towards the source of the continuous sound.

Then, at a street corner, Katz peered out and nearly flew into a rage.

The residents, who had lost their minds, wore expressions of collapse that were both crying and laughing. They blindly followed the commands of the chaotic sorcery, smearing flesh and blood into bizarre symbols and arranging corpses into blasphemous shapes.

As far as the eye could see, there was at least one Chaos Wizard wearing power armor and three Chaos Space Marines with red rabbit ears.

Kaz immediately pulled his head back behind the wall and ran away without saying a word.

His choice was correct, because it wasn't just the loyalist Astartes warriors on the Empire's side who possessed superhuman perception; traitors who defected to Chaos also had it.

In a godforsaken place like the Lower Nest residential area, it's inconvenient to find a high vantage point for distant observation, and Kaz's peeking out was noticed by the enemy.

Fortunately, Katz was decisive and didn't take any chances. He turned tail and ran as soon as he sensed something was wrong. If he had been thinking of retreating in small steps, he would have been hit by the bomb.

It's true what they say, fortunes change. He chased, he fled, and they split up to encircle him.

Katz frantically initiated call requests.

"Company commander, save them! Save them! There's a Chaos traitor!"

Chapter 42 Strong, Just How Strong?

The old saying goes that it's impossible to force someone to do something they don't want to do, but how can a truly strong person encounter difficulties?

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"Hahahaha, don't you dare run away!"

Hahahaha, I'm declaring in advance that Tang Niu is the true God of Cookery!

Katz only managed to stop seeing himself as human on a psychological level, but these Chaos Traitors stopped seeing themselves as human in a physical sense.

Aside from the Iron Hand lineage, who have a penchant for body modification and disregard the old tradition of accepting one's body as a gift from one's parents, preferring to proactively disassemble parts and replace them with mechanical prosthetics, other Astartes generally only resort to technology and drastic measures when their original organs are damaged beyond repair.

But the Chaos Traitors are different; they not only have wildly imaginative ideas, but they also have open minds.

Even if an Astartes could outrun a cheetah in a 100-meter sprint, it couldn't keep laughing all the while, right? It would make it hard to breathe and disrupt its rhythm.

But the Chaos Heretic can do it. The world-devouring rabbit-eared hunk who was chasing Kaz the most not only replaced half of his brain with mechanical circuits, but also inserted a lot of tubes into himself and used mechanical pumps to enhance his cardiopulmonary function. He could charge around like a pig and run like a bull and say tough things without any scruples. If the Gutella NBA players saw this, they would be green with envy.

Kars' original body didn't have this function, and although he was probably cursing in his heart, he could only remain silent and run faster.

The medicine has already been administered.

The Astartes' power armor is pre-loaded with a variety of drugs, including stimulants, painkillers, life-saving drugs to accelerate blood clotting and stop damage, and "prohibited drugs" that the company pharmacist has repeatedly warned against using indiscriminately.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, the little one is going to ask again, isn't stimulant the same as banned drugs? You're repeating yourself.

Yes, yes, my friend. What kind of physique does Astartes have, and what kind of physique does an ordinary person have? The stimulants Astartes uses are really just things to refresh their minds, a little something to help Astartes, who have entered a state of mental clarity after long hours of intense combat, to "boo-qi" again. They're no different from cigarettes, strong tea, coffee, or liquor. But banned substances are different; they can give Kars unparalleled explosive power.

Since equipment is an important part of combat power, there's no reason why taking a potion or boosting potion wouldn't work, right?

That makes sense, but the terrifying drug resistance and metabolic capacity of Astartes mean that even the most potent drugs are only one-time use products for Astartes. The effect will be greatly reduced the second time they are used, and they will become ineffective after three or four uses at most.

So you understand now, right? Banned drugs are drugs that are prohibited from being misused, not drugs that are prohibited from being used.

Behind him were three muscular men with rabbit ears: Greatsword Bro, Great Axe Bro, and Gunsword Bro. Plus the Chaos Wizard who seemed to have not followed. If Kaz didn't take drugs now, he would probably be captured and taken to a cave deep in the Nest City that no bird divination instrument could detect, to receive the ultimate humiliation!

I don't want this kind of future! A single thought leads to all sorts of problems, and Kars runs even faster.

What was supposed to be a two-wheel-drive chase by terrifying upright apes was transformed into a four-wheel-drive sports car race thanks to Astartes' superhuman physique and the cutting-edge technology of his power armor.

Fortunately, only one rabbit-eared man on the World Eater side was using a heavy explosive shotgun to provide firepower interference. The greatsword guy and the axe guy were focused on True Charge and Super Discharge, and just kept chasing. Otherwise, under the crossfire, Kars would have had far fewer escape routes to choose from.

Why not turn around and face the enemy?

The Wings of Desolation's fighting style is reckless, not stupid. If there are only three enemies, and if a sneak attack can instantly kill the gun-wielding guy and disable his ranged attack, Kaz would dare to use his bomb gun and grenades to show off his skills against the remaining two melee fighters.

In this situation, especially given the uncertainty of whether the Chaos Wizard has caught up, any hesitation by Kaz for even 0.3 nanoseconds would be irrefutable proof that he's itching for a free hookup.

One against three? Me?

This is really messed up.

Despite being on drugs and having a huge initial advantage, the trio still managed to close the gap with Kaz while making threats.

What does this mean?

This means that the medicine from the Devourer's side is more potent.

They'll be caught up sooner or later, but Katz isn't worried.

You think you're so tough? What good is toughness if you can't fight? In this chaotic world, what matters is strength and connections. I'm Astartes, a soldier who just received a company commendation and is now enjoying the benefits of a regular Imperial unit. What are you guys? Just a bunch of losers.

When the gang members arrive, they will definitely humiliate you severely!

Having decided to stall for reinforcements, Katz naturally darted into the most complex terrains. As he flashed past a street corner, he even hung his explosive gun on a magnetic lock and gave the pursuers the middle finger.

The 40,000-year-old intangible cultural heritage has an outstanding effect.

Big Axe Brother let out a thunderous roar, hooked the iron stake on the ground with the lower axe blade, and performed a brilliant maneuver of turning a corner in a drainage ditch, determined to chop the little brat in front of him into minced meat.

The more Kars tried to escape, the worse things seemed to get. The population density in the nest was just too high.

Only seventy-three seconds had passed when they found themselves in another residential area that had been turned into a slaughterhouse.

They quickly corrected their route to avoid potential enemy reinforcements. This delay allowed the three rabbit-eared men to shorten the distance considerably.

Roughly estimated, if both sides maintain their speed, they will be overtaken in seven seconds.

Kars frantically thought, his consciousness splitting in two to unleash a furious combo attack on his brain. Without any professional training, he used a precise fragmentation grenade instant-explosion technique, once again taking advantage of the blind spot at the corner of the cover to deliver a close-range lightning strike to the drifting rabbit-eared man.

is that useful?

it works.

The distance between the pursuers and the fugitives has widened again.

is that useful?

Useless.

The axe-wielding man, running with both axes in his hands, merely slightly tilted the axe blade, using the disintegration field of the power axe to neutralize the threat of damage to his tactical helmet from the explosive fragments.

As for the torso, trust the power armor.

Katz had been calling Motor Sich non-stop on the communications channel, but apart from two flashing bars of signal indicating that communication was normal, the company commander did not reply to any messages.

Now, there's no better way than to keep running for your life. It's true that everything you learn is useful. Without the experience gained from tracking the mysterious figure earlier, I might not have been able to escape for so long.

But luck always runs out.

Kaz suddenly stopped abruptly, his magnetic boots leaving a noticeable scratch on the ground. He pulled out his explosive gun again, abandoning all further thought.

"You lackey of the Corpse King, run! Run! Run some more! Aren't you so good at running?"

With a series of cacophony laughs, the pursuers joined forces with the reinforcements who had been blocking their path.

Two in front, three behind, new enemies: Double-explosive Gun Guy and Terminator Armor Guy.

This time, he will probably return to the Golden Throne.

Kaz thought for a moment, then stuck the chainsaw into the floor, took off his tactical helmet and hung it on his waist with a magnetic lock, and then pulled the chainsaw out again.

Actually, being Astartes isn't that interesting; it's not so bad that my short life ends like this.

Kaz hoped that the God-Emperor would see his face clearly, remember his unyielding and majestic figure, and then send him back to Ancient Terra to live as a primitive man.

"Five against one? Do you even know how to play? Let's have a one-on-one fight!"

Having just finished his long-distance run and warm-up, Kaz felt he was in excellent condition. If he could eliminate one or two Chaos traitors, he would have done right by His Majesty the Emperor.

"A one-on-one fight? What right does a piece of trash who only knows how to run away have to demand a one-on-one fight? Choosing your fighting style is the privilege of the strong, and you are not worthy!"

Big Sword Bro's power armor amplifier was old and in disrepair; it was not only distorted but also had severe distortion, making the sound extremely harsh.

Seeing the Chaos Five surrounding him without any sense of martial ethics, Kaz frowned.

Isn't it said that the followers of the Blood God all advocate one-on-one duels? This style of writing doesn't feel right.