The Astartes Family's Notebook

But as the orc warlord's head was removed from the Thunderhawk gunship, the morale of the Astragalus Army soared again.

This is the Emperor's angel! With such a huge head, how big must the beheaded orc have been?

However, there was no time to properly rest and recuperate. With two company brothers in good condition, Madsich called out Kaz's name again, ordering the three of them to carry the orc warlord's head back onto another Thunderhawk gunboat and go with him to the hive to see Inquisitor Odach and the planetary governor.

"Company commander, I just saved you... No, no, please don't treat me like this, even if I didn't do anything special."

Tired. Is this all the hope for the future of the Fourth Company?

Forget it, whatever.

The two brothers from the company who were called away gave Kaz a death stare with resentment, but they could only obediently follow the company commander.

Ingus, who had taken over command, looked at the remaining three Thunderhawks and thought it was a bit cramped.

Since the equipment wasn't quite right, they called over a Thunderhawk from the Victory Balance to deliver takeout.

The company brothers had just completed the boarding operation at the Orcish Boulder and were in a hurry to come down to rescue the company commander and the company champion without even having time to rest. Their choice of equipment was not very reliable.

Therefore, the necessary wait is worthwhile.

Amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the Astragalus, Ingus instructed the pilots of the damaged Thunderhawks to safeguard the chapter's assets and await further rescue. He then divided the remaining twenty-two combat brothers into simple groups and sent them aboard four Thunderhawk gunships to support Tyrant's group, whose drop pod had missed its target.

As expected, honorable kills are the best stimulant for Astartes. Ingus felt no fatigue at all, only a triumphant and comfortable feeling.

Kaz no longer cared about Ingus being a human-killer.

He was extremely interested in the Rand attack craft inside the cabin.

Unfortunately, Katz doesn't have a company license, so he can't legally speed.

He tactfully suggested that he wanted to try it out, and Astartes, who was in the gunner's position, immediately gave up his spot and pushed Kaz in without further ado.

No, what I want to try is...

Damn it, none of those four were any good; they were all born in the Year of the Dog.

Chapter 71 A Long Day

Your name is... Your name is... Nibiru's primal life form is attacking!

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Tyrant decided that he would never believe in science again.

Damn, how can such a massive orcish boulder fragment change direction so easily, predicting its landing point?

I predict you'll get @￥%#@@#!

He led nineteen of his comrades in a hurried airdrop and dropped the plane.

What a waste of time.

For some reason, Tyrant felt like singing.

Life, can you please leave me alone this time? I'm so tired, yet I don't know why I keep going...

Twenty Astartes, still the first batch of veteran rescue team carefully selected by Tyrant.

It's impossible for anything to happen; a few thousand or so orc lads can't hurt them.

It's just a psychological sense of defeat; ugh, I feel listless no matter what I do.

Unfortunately, the continuous falling of boulder fragments into the ground created dust clouds carrying Waaaagh energy from the green-skinned orcs, blocking communication and preventing Tyrant and his group from even calling headquarters to fly back.

What was that saying again?

You're the busiest in the circus, the wildest in Gotham City, the guard at McDonald's, and the Joker in a deck of cards.

It's Tailante Yuyu.

Damn Ingus, I told you I'm not good at commanding, but you insisted on staying by the company commander's side. Now look what happened, you deserve to die!

But please don't actually die!

Torn between two conflicting emotions, Tyrant was unsure whether to lead his men on foot across the more than two hundred kilometers of battlefield to correct their slightly off-landing spot, or to wait for the Victory Balance to come and pick them up.

Fortunately, the Fourth Company had a large number of people, so Tyrant had room to assign a second rescue team. Otherwise, this blunder would probably have been talked about by the company's historians for centuries.

Difficult to evaluate, difficult to bear.

The aerial battle between humans and orcs in the atmosphere is still raging. Mada Sich is on his way to the hive to coordinate the war effort, while Ingus and Kaz are on their way to rescue people.

What is Tyrant doing?

I took my brothers to see the scenery.

There were certainly many surviving green-skinned orcs among the boulder fragments, but without a leader of the orcish caliber, the green-skinned brats and farts wouldn't dare to mess with the human iron-skinned shrimp.

I can't even vent my anger on the orcs, it's making me angrier and more frustrated.

Is it a mistake to be too proactive?

No way! How did things turn out like this?!

Tyrant was pondering a "countermeasure," and his comrades, not wanting to disturb him, could only pretend to set up a perimeter to guard against a possible sneak attack by the green-skinned orcs.

With only a 20-person rescue team and a 19-person private chat group, if they don't boast while on guard duty, their posting won't be in vain.

"These orcs are from the Goff clan, aren't they?"

"Not necessarily, it's hard to say. Judging from the situation, they are two orc clans. The orc boulder that smashed the ground should be the Goff clan, the one we boarded. They have all sorts of flags, so it's hard to tell."

"Tsk tsk, the Goff clan, this is going to be interesting."

"It's alright, I personally dislike Xie Ri's guys more."

"Come on, this is the Peaceful Starfield. We're lucky we didn't run into any Blood Axe Clan special forces bastards. Those guys are really disgusting."

After the Empire conducted research on the ecology of the Orcs, it discovered that this peculiar species, which possesses two gene helices, one from plants and one from animals, clearly share a common ancestor in their genes. However, even Orcs who grew up in the same field exhibited a clear tendency toward cultural identity.

Therefore, the common orc clans can be divided into six groups based on their own banners.

The most frequently sighted orc clan in the Empire's reports is the Clan of the Moon, because orcs use teeth as currency, whether their own or those of their enemies. Among these, large teeth and tusks are the most valuable. While other orc clans possess exceptional healing abilities, their teeth generally don't regenerate very well. However, the Moon Clan is different; their teeth possess the ability to regenerate at high speed. This characteristic makes the Moon Clan the nouveau riche among orcs, frequently using teeth to hire orcs from other clans to fight or to act as battlefield traders across various Waaaaaghs. Naturally, they have become the most common orc clan in the Empire. The Moon Clan's attire is predominantly yellow and black.

Then there's the Dead Skull Clan, nicknamed "Ultraman." Sorry, Astartes are specially trained super soldiers; they don't usually laugh.

Unless you can't help it.

This is primarily viewed from the perspective of the Astartes Chapter, which is not of the Guilliman lineage. These orcs, who love to paint themselves entirely blue, are quite amusing. Their junk-collecting, scavenging, and handcrafting habits can't hide their unwavering blue loyalty. It's said that a tactical helmet from the Ultramarines Chapter can be traded for a Golem in the Deathskull Clan. The Deathskull Clan's most powerful WarBoss currently calls himself Rogart Guilliman.

I couldn't help it, I really couldn't help it. Your Majesty, please forgive your loyal offspring, it was truly not intentional.

Next up is the Fel Sun Clan, nicknamed "Red Scars." While the Desolation Wings and the White Scars Chapter have a good relationship, this really doesn't qualify as the Fourth Legion making fun of their ally. They're strikingly similar; the Fel Sun Clan firmly believes that red paint can triple the speed of orc motorcycles. Aside from the paint and race, their love of racing is practically identical to the White Scars.

The Serpentbite Clan is relatively rare. As a relatively primitive orc clan, the Serpentbite Clan is not as fond of scavenging on the battlefield and modifying equipment as other orcs. However, the Serpentbite Clan has more psionicists than other clans and also has the skill of raising Skullg behemoths, making them not to be trifled with.

The remaining two clans must be discussed together.

Those are the black and white Goff clan and the Imperial-themed Bloodaxe clan.

The Goff clan is the purest and most stereotypical orc clan, and also the one that inflicted the greatest damage on the Empire. Pure, focused, and the most favored by their leader (in their opinion), the Goff clan doesn't have many hobbies. They have distanced themselves from the base interests of other clans, single-mindedly pursuing the highest good. The Goff clan is most famous for its flying squadron known as the Goff Commando.

The Bloodaxe Clan, however, is in an even more difficult situation than Tyrant, who is currently suffering from Jade's condition.

Unlike the innocent, carefree, and unruly nature of the orcs, the Bloodaxe orcs, who value collective discipline and self-management, are true outliers among the orcs.

These Bloodaxe orcs, who have mastered camouflage, reconnaissance, and retreat, are often considered by other clans to be insufficiently Waaagh, but the Bloodaxe clan's special forces lads are elite units that all WarBosses want to recruit.

Although the Bloodaxe Clan also appears in other star systems of the Empire, considering the Empire's territory and the number of orcs, the Halo Zone of the Pacific Star System is considered the Bloodaxe Clan's main area of ​​activity.

These Bloodaxe Orcs not only actively sought contact with the Empire, serving as mercenaries for the Imperial Navy and temporary workers for the Inquisitors, but they were not obsessed with orc teeth and preferred the standard equipment of the human Empire as payment.

The attire of a political commissar of the Astral Army is the favorite outfit of the Bloodaxe Orc leader. They are even willing to spend an hour every day waxing and oiling the standard leather shoes of the Imperial political commissar.

Not only are they well-versed in the human Empire's "Astral Military Manual," but some Bloodaxe Orcs can even recite the "Astartes Codex" backwards.

While humans are wary of these highly abstract Bloodaxe Orcs, they would not refuse to hire them when the war is tense.

After all, if humans don't hire Bloodaxe Orcs, they'll join the Waaaaagh movement started by other clans.

It was tough, hard to assess. Amidst the laughter and chatter of the brothers in the company, the company champion, Ingus, had already come to pick them up.

Today was truly a magnificent and incredibly long day, with only Tyrant's injured world objective being achieved.

Chapter 72 Weather Weapons

The Empire has issued a formal denial: the Chapter Master of the Silver Skull Chapter is not Tarasin, and the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle does not refer to Carlos, the Archduke of the Tzeentch family.

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As one of the two heads of the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle, the true technological strength of the Martian Mechanicus is probably beyond even Schrödinger's cat's comprehension.

It's all pretty ridiculous.

When powerful, the Martian Mechanics could steal an entire planet.

When you're weak, you can't even understand the TCP/IP protocol.

If the Blood Ravens' combat prowess is akin to that of gods and demons, then the Martian Mechanicus's technological prowess is akin to that of oxen and horses.

The 1.9 billion-ton orcish boulder disintegrated and crashed to the ground. A smaller one had already hit the ground before it. This was much larger than the meteorite ordered by the Imperial Navy's extermination order.

Why wasn't Anwazlan destroyed by the ecological disaster?

Because the Mechanics have installed an ecological control system on this planet.

Don't delve into the details, whether it was excavated or installed, let the tech enthusiasts say what they want. Anyway, the Mechanics used a planetary-level weather device to forcibly suppress the dust cloud caused by the previous boulder impact, which was enough to wipe out dinosaurs dozens of times over.

What about this time?

This is a big problem.

Orc technology is awe-inspiring.

Without the protection of the orcish megaliths hanging in the sky, the orcs on the ground will inevitably be subjected to relentless targeted attacks by the orbital fleet.

Logically speaking, the orcs' defeat was already inevitable, and Desolwing could have left with champagne.

But the Waaaaagh field is just that magical. Dust clouds carrying Waaaagh energy lingered over the orc-occupied territory and refused to dissipate. Without strong ground guidance, the naval ships in orbit were unable to launch orbital bombardments.

Whether a large-scale, indiscriminate bombardment can effectively annihilate the orcs is uncertain. Are you here to wipe out the green-skinned orcs, or to carry out an extermination order?

The Orcs, old friends of the Empire, always manage to come up with new tricks and bring more surprises to humanity.

Four-man squads inadvertently found themselves trapped on the planet Anvisland.

However, it's not a big problem, because the Wings of Desolation won the space naval battle against the Imperial Navy, and are already in an invincible position.

The warp routes that had been blocked by the orcs were reopened, and Imperial merchant fleets could once again transit through Anwisland for trade. Even though the Orcs were still causing trouble on the planet, it seemed as if the Empire was moving from one victory to another.

Katz was quite curious; the "Sleeping Dragon and Phoenix Chick" law hadn't lost its effectiveness even in the M41 era.

The sixteen astral legions are also trapped in Anwislan and unable to dispel the dust cloud above the orcish-held territory, so the battle is far from over.

Mechanical engineers, come out and get to work!

We're looking into it, we're looking into it. Quietly wait for further instructions.

I can say what, man!

Most importantly, the Imperial Navy was actually defeated by the Goff Clan's air force. If the Astronauts wanted to launch an attack, they would have to endure the combined ground and air firepower of the Orcs.

No, I'm just wondering, wouldn't winning this space war be a complete waste of time?

The Imperial Navy was also aggrieved; they couldn't very well use their ship guns to shoot down airplanes.

The Fourth Company has already suffered considerable casualties. If the situation remains under control, they would never do something as reckless as trading their comrades for orcs.

Therefore, the main task of the Astartes became to snipe orc leaders of the rank of orc chieftain or higher on the battlefield.

The main force in the war remains the Astral Legion.

Leaving aside the primitive tribes on Nafal that bully the orcs, relying on Space Marines as the main force to suppress established orc groups like the Anwizlan is definitely a losing proposition.

War is about economics. Bombs are so expensive, why would you use them to fight orc lads?

The box of ammunition that Katz brought to rescue Motor Sich and Ingus was worth half a petrified lizard cannon.

Although a Space Marine company commander is certainly much more valuable than a petrified lizard, in that defensive operation, almost all the high-value Orc leaders were killed by Ingus and Khaz in melee combat, and the bombs were really all fed to the Orc kid.

Although none of the three insiders mentioned the matter, both Ingus and Kaz felt somewhat uncomfortable when Tyrant reprimanded the recruits who were repeatedly missing shots at the company review meeting.

Some people are drawing targets, and some are wearing masks.