The Astartes Family's Notebook

Therefore, the martyr refers to St. Catherine.

That's why, after the apostate era, the state religion quickly recruited the former Fighting Sisters of the Fiery Heart, who had been renamed the Martyrs.

Although the Sisters of the Martyrs is not the most deeply rooted of the six battle sister orders, it is the one with the widest distribution and the most frequent activities.

Even though the emperor loved his youngest daughter, the Order of the Martyrs harbored doubts about Celestine's resurrection.

Whether Saint Barius was a Chaos spy or not during that infamous Abyss Expedition is no longer important. What matters is that both the Empire and the State Church clearly realized just how much trouble a living saint could cause.

From then on, the empire generally adopted a delaying tactic when it came to the recognition of saints, waiting until the person died before bestowing the title of saint.

But the miracle the emperor bestowed upon Celestine was that he was brought back from the dead.

How can we delay this?

Let's just drag it out.

The Celestine Church is already a huge headache; if we add Katz on top of that, how will we survive?

Kars is no ordinary person; he is a warrior of the Astartes Legion and the Emperor's Angel of Death.

The state religion can identify mortals who claim to be emperors and saints, and can even put them on the stake to die from white phosphorus. But this method doesn't work on Astartes.

Fortunately, the Wings of Desolation are not ignorant orphans; they know very well that some titles and honors should not be touched and must not be touched.

"Your Excellency, we are merely humble followers of His Majesty the Holy God-Emperor. Let us not speak of any living saints. This laurel gold pattern is merely the Emperor's recognition of my bravery, not something I can boast about."

Before coming to the monastery, Madsich had already explained the ins and outs to Katz, so Katz naturally had a prepared explanation.

So when Katz made his stance clear, the bishop and the high nun of Anwislan both breathed a sigh of relief.

That's good, that's good. Although the Emperor's manifestation is rare, it's also normal. As long as the Desolate Wings keep quiet, everything is still under control.

The Astartes are roaming the galaxy, and it's unknown when they'll visit Answitz again, perhaps hundreds of years from now.

As long as you don't seek to be canonized, everything is negotiable.

Seeing that the Wings of Desolation were so cooperative, the local state religion thoughtfully offered to provide some small assistance to the Emperor's angels.

Hey, may fortune come your way!

Madsich accepted the bishop's "friendship" and left with Katz, leaving only the state bishop and the senior nun of the nunnery in silent staring at each other.

"Your Excellency, what is your opinion?"

The elderly man shook his head.

Shaking one's head doesn't mean denying something; it means that one still needs to practice.

“Having gazed upon His Majesty the God-Emperor’s glory for so long, my eyesight has long since become dim, but I am unwilling to accept the artificial eye modification offered by the Cult of Mechanics. You know why, High Nun.”

The high nun of the Martyr's Order of Women knew, of course, that she was a psychic and could directly sense the starlight emanating from the golden laurel on Kars's shoulder.

But precisely because she was a psionicist, she was also able to sense the chaotic aura that Kars was tainted with.

That's the reason she's conflicted.

She sought the bishop's help not to ask the old man to distinguish the authenticity of the Emperor's Light, but to use his wisdom to uncover the truth behind it.

"Because believers need it, right?"

The bishop nodded.

"The believers are more willing to believe an old man who has not undergone cybernetic modifications than a ruthless preaching machine with iron arms and iron eyes. So whether that Astartes named Kaz was really praised by His Majesty the God-Emperor is not important to me. He is a good angel of His Majesty as long as he does not intend to cause trouble."

The elder sister couldn't help but think of Selene from her own order, sighed, and nodded in acknowledgment, indicating that she had been a little too nervous.

Compared to the miracle of Kaz, where the emperor manifested himself by carving a flower on his shoulder armor, the miracle of Lady Celestine's resurrection is the truly intractable problem.

At that time, the orcs' gods had already manifested, and the two thick, hairy, green-armed nuns also saw them.

So it's reasonable for the Emperor to manifest his power, isn't it?

After the three parties completed their behind-the-scenes negotiations, let's just let this matter rest.

The war of the orcs invading Anwizland is not over yet; the world still needs the Astartes of the Wastewing.

The deaths of two warlord leaders among the orcs had a significant impact.

Looking through history books, humanity will find that the Empire's only understanding of the orcs is that it cannot understand them.

Because for orcs, WarBoss is more of an honorary title than a social class.

Orc leaders can become WarBosses, orc warlords can be WarBosses, and above the orc warlord rank, there is a rare War Boss rank.

Wait a minute, isn't WarBoss the boss?

So I've told you all along, don't try to understand the orcs' thought process, why won't you listen?

The four consecutive beheadings of two orc warlords plunged the orcs who invaded Anwislan into a degree of internal chaos, resulting in the loss of many leaders. The orc lads below were vying for the leadership, while the surviving orc leaders were fighting amongst themselves for the position of orc warlord.

That damned dust cloud not only didn't dissipate on its own, but it also contained even more Waaaagh energy.

Therefore, the orcs did not launch a larger-scale attack on humanity, and the Astral Army had no subsequent counterattack plans against the orcs.

The Empire patiently waited for the weather control device to finish charging.

So, will we see lightning storms?

After finishing his daily training, Katz went to harass the mechanical engineers of the Victory Balance.

"Perhaps. Although the original design of weather devices was to modify the planet's atmosphere and transform a harsh planet into a world suitable for human habitation, their power as weapons is also astonishing."

The meticulousness of the engineering student prevented him from making any definitive statements.

"So you can't fix those two Centurion tanks either?"

Since it was Astartes who was asking the question, the craftsman resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Outsiders always like to treat the Mechanicus monks like Doraemon, which has gotten to the point that the Mechanicus monks themselves have gotten used to it.

However, the centurion is a technological relic of the Great Expeditionary Era, a weapon of war that integrates the achievements of many disciplines.

It's astonishing that you Desolate Wings can bypass the customized Thinker array and manually create a functional control system. It's only natural that I, a mere craftsman, can't even repair a centurion.

Do you think I don't want to fix it? I just don't have the ability!

Kaz casually harassed the craftsman a couple of times before revealing his true purpose.

"Could you help me modify my power armor? I'm not comfortable wearing it anymore."

This time, the craftsman remained silent.

The power armor was not considered part of Omnisiah's sacred flesh and blood; this was a special instruction given to him by the Martian Mechanicus before his deployment.

Therefore, modifying Astartes' power armor does not violate the Omnisaiyan doctrine.

The problem is, your fourth company's technical sergeant is still alive, so why are you looking for me?

"I don't want to wait in line, can you help me out?"

The craftsman was a little puzzled. He hadn't had much contact with the Astartes, but this Astartes monk seemed a bit too familiar. "We've only chatted a few times. Are we really that close?"

"My power armor is a Martian import from Frankish Mission III. Don't you want to take it apart and have a look?"

The craftsman remained silent for a while.

"It's not impossible."

Once you're unfamiliar with something, you'll get used to it the second time.

A cheerful and outgoing personality leads to a great victory.

Chapter 80 Let Me See

Mars represents Mechanism, but Mars does not represent Mechanism.

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The claim that the treacherous Qi hindered the scientific progress of the human empire is actually quite unfair to Qingbao Tianzun.

It's not like He was the only one who did it; the other four did it too. Why single out the Heavenly Venerable for criticism? That's not fair!

What's the point of fairness? Even the kindest and most approachable father knows that if you can't catch the culprit when trouble comes up, it's always right to beat up the scoundrel.

Nagu has such a good reputation in the Chaos Circle. If people don't believe in the Compassionate Father, why would they believe in you, Qingbao Tianzun?

And what do you mean by the other four? The master of all changes? Explain yourself clearly. What do you mean by saying those four also did it?

At this point, Tzeentch was wide awake. He nudged Void's face, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and thought, "These young people these days..."

Why don't young people these days understand that worship is the furthest distance from understanding? If your emperor were just an innocent fool, would he have been able to trap the four of us in the subspace?

Let me explain the details of the incident!

[After a series of crackling sounds, the subspace grand stage happily acquired a brand new Chaos Egg.]

Take the STC template related to the panacea as an example. If it weren't for your emperor's favor, would I have been able to ruin that scoundrel Nagumo's plans so easily?

A panacea, a cure for all human diseases, granting immortality and eternal youth—a convincing scam for the wealthy and powerful—and yet, the human race actually believed it.

Is it really true that the only lesson humanity learns from history is that humanity never learns from history?

Qingbao Tianzun was so angry and anxious.

Even the filth doesn't need to contaminate the STC template of the panacea. Once this thing reaches Holy Terra, humanity, which has been struggling in turmoil for thousands of years, will be wiped out within a few hundred years.

The Horus Rebellion is nothing compared to the allure of immortality, which turns human brains into dog brains in an instant.

Khorne didn't care; he only wanted to see rivers of blood flow, so he made things convenient for Nurgle.

But Slaanesh was not happy. The Eldar were too few in number to feed on, and the extinction of humanity was absolutely unacceptable.

The situation became clear: two against two, a major battle was imminent.

Where is the Emperor? The Emperor, come out and save us!

So when the four Chaos Powers were vying for supremacy, the Emperor casually interfered, and in the end, Qingbao Heavenly Venerable was the better one, passing on the STC template of the Panacea to the Dark Spirit Clan.

That's right, this is also part of the plan. Slaanesh may have profited, but I, the Celestial Venerable, will definitely not lose out.

Without the emperor's bias, would this matter have ended so quietly?

This Heavenly Venerable says that even the Emperor did it, so there's no misunderstanding.

But what can an emperor do? This damned galaxy of purgatory is poisonous. He sits on his golden throne and has no time to guide humanity in the right direction to advance technology. He's already doing a lot for humanity by interrupting problematic technological branches.

Therefore, the root of the mechanical engineering school's bad habit of hoarding its own knowledge lies with the emperor!

A golden psionic palm slapped Qingbao Tianzun's face. This episode of Subspace Voice was forced to stop due to unforeseen circumstances. Program preview: Our next special guest is the Skull Master Khorne. Please stay tuned.

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The Human Empire is a giant chain enterprise, and it has all the problems of a multinational corporation like Ancient Terra. The 40K Empire has them all.

The Mechanical Engineering Department is responsible for research and development, production, and after-sales maintenance. Except when it comes to competing for budgets at the company's annual meeting, they have never backed down.

Can these two Centurion sets from Desolation Wings be repaired?

It can be repaired.

The hardware is fine, but the software is broken. Just order the corresponding parts from Mars, and the technical sergeant will be able to replace the parts.

The question is, would Mars be willing to take on this deal?

No way, the Empire hasn't produced centurions in ages. The existing centurions are already refusing warranty service on Mars, why would you want to create new trouble for yourself? You, Desolate Wings, have quite the nerve.

When trying to get things done at the Martian Mechanical Academy, it's common to encounter people who are hard to find, things that are difficult to get done, and unpleasant attitudes. But we in Astartes can tolerate this. The Salamander Chapter, the Iron Hand Chapter, the Blood Angels Chapter, and the Imperial Fist Chapter—as far as the Wastewing knows, these four chapters still retain the Centurion's related maintenance technology.

But forming a gang is still forming a society. Although everyone is angels of the Emperor on the surface, the names are different. Do you really believe someone who calls you "brother" when you meet them?

Especially the two Centurion suits kept by the Fourth Company, their origins are questionable, and if you want them repaired, you really have to go to the mechanical cult's oil enthusiasts.

The Stormhawk that broke down has been repaired; the oil guy can easily fix the parts by hand.

The Thunderhawk's engine has also been replaced with a new one, which is in stock at the Anwislan Mechanical Training Base warehouse.

However, when Motor Sich proposed maintenance for the Centurion, the local sages simply shook their heads.

No, no, we don't take jobs that would damage our reputation.

Here are 10,000 bombs for you. Get out of here, stamp this five-star review card, and don't contact me again.

Motor Sich originally wanted to discuss the sale of those hundreds of Eldar corpses, but given the nature of the local Mechanicus in Anwisland, he decided to forget about it.

Finding a foundry in the world of casting might be a more reliable option later.