The Astartes Family's Notebook

Sensing that Company Commander Mad Sich was also acting strangely, Katz went to Reverend Hammurabi and confided his confusion.

If there's one normal, eccentric person left in the company, it's definitely the priest Hammurabi.

"The torch illuminates the Emperor's will, utterly destroying demons and monsters."

"To suffer defeat and setback is to diminish the emperor's authority."

"Pray to cleanse the soul, beat the body to cleanse the soul."

"Clumsiness breeds no evil."

"If one does not doubt one's own incompetence, then the Emperor will bless him."

Wait, why are you reciting "The Emperor's Admonitions"?

Seeing that Katz was not getting it, Hammurabi was both relieved and heartbroken.

The clumsy Katz, with the Emperor's blessing, will be fearless in all endeavors. To carry out the Emperor's will, better weapons and equipment are needed.

They all serve the empire and are loyal to the emperor; such a treasure as the large nano incense burner should belong to the virtuous.

You didn't experience the Makarian Expedition, you don't understand, and we veterans won't blame you.

Praise be to Saint Markarius, Mamen.

The worst thing about living in a communal setting is this feeling of being excluded.

Katz tried to subtly probe the other recruits for their opinions, only to find that they knew nothing about it, and some of the less obtuse ones didn't even notice the strange atmosphere.

That's fine, as long as it's not directed at just one person.

If the sky falls, the company commander will hold it up; Kaz decided to put those thoughts aside for the time being.

As a result, when Kaz finished modifying his power armor and started re-tuning various plugins and parameters, a veteran he got along with used coded gestures to notify him to attend a meeting in the Emperor's Icon Hall.

ha?

The Pioneer Star was smaller than the Victory Scales and had only one prayer hall, while the Victory Scales had a larger Imperial Icon Hall in addition to its usual prayer hall.

The prayer hall could only accommodate a company of combat brothers, while the imperial statue in the icon hall was fifteen meters tall.

With the addition of Katz, who was a dud, all sixteen remaining sergeants in the company were now present.

The company commander of Motor Sich is not here.

Kaz looked at Hammurabi with a puzzled expression. Could a company chaplain also serve as a sergeant?

However, considering that Hammurabi was also left behind when he defected, I felt that this question was unnecessary.

“Very good, Kaz brothers. After discussion, although you are not very skilled, we have decided to take you on this mission because of the objective need for the company to maintain a smooth succession.”

Ingus's words seemed to come out of nowhere, leaving Kaz utterly bewildered.

But Tyrant then told him the specific details, his words filled with resentment that Katz hadn't responded to him last time.

So it turns out you were planning to have dirty hands? Pshaw, I thought you were going to rebel against Motor Sich.

No, Katz keenly sensed that something was amiss. Some Astartes were just corrupt in their hands, while others were corrupt in their hearts.

The principle of "presumption of guilt" applies here. No wonder that old bastard was able to become the fourth company commander; his heart is truly filthy.

We, the Desolation Wings, wouldn't have any business dealings with Blood Raven, would we?

Kaz dared not ask, and could only listen obediently as he watched his angels discuss the specific arrangements for sneaking in and picking locks beneath the Emperor's statue.

"But isn't the Emperor the embodiment of Omnesia? Is this really a good thing to do?"

Kaz finally couldn't resist asking the question.

"It is precisely because the Emperor is the embodiment of Omnesia that our actions are just and legitimate."

Hammurabi answered Katz's question.

Then Katz became even more confused. Where was the logic in this?

"Those geeks are always talking about Omnisiah, they don't even care about our Emperor."

"Exactly! All they know is hoarding and hoarding, how can they possibly manage the Empire with these insects like the Mechanicus!"

It smells so strong. A jolt of electricity shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. Kaz felt as if he had lost something. Shouldn't this be my line?

But what are you going to do? It's true that Astartes is a superman, but Kars has also seen that nano incense burner. At the most optimistic estimate, it weighs at least thirty tons. Without using psionic means, are all of you retired veterans of the Now You See Me gang?

I can't figure it out, I can't understand what these guys are going to do.

result......

When the plan was revealed, Kaz finally confirmed one thing: the Wings of Desolation and the Blood Raven were not directly related.

That's crude, the craftsmanship is too rough. No wonder thieves look down on robbers; it's just too unskilled.

They actually used the excuse of sending the transport-type Thunder Eagle for repairs to directly dismantle the base of the Nano Incense Burner, and the brothers in the battle group worked together to hang it under the Thunder Eagle and transport it away—such a simple and unpretentious solution.

So, high-level thieves only use the simplest methods, is that right?

How does the Mechanics Cult explain this? It's too crude and unreasonable.

Explain what a load of crap! The Mechanicus is in such a state of internal strife that the Imperial Eagle only has two heads, while the Mechanicus alone has countless heads on Mars. If the Quadruple is truly successful, the local sages would never dare to report the truth and would inevitably claim that the treasure was destroyed in the Orc war.

Two thousand years ago, the Wings of Desolation were able to be reborn from the brink of death, naturally with the help of a great sage they knew. As long as none of their brothers in battle were caught in the crossfire, everything was fine.

That's such a huge nano incense burner, it's hard not to be tempted.

As for the timing of the operation, it was set for the celebration ceremony after the successful extermination of the orcs.

Side hustles are great, but you can't neglect your main job.

Chapter 83 The Legendary Resilient King

What can I say, man!

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Including the ice crystal meteorite acquired by the Imperial Navy and the Mechanicus, this is the third time in just a few years that Anwizland has been hit by an extraterrestrial object.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Answaziland had committed some heinous crime and needed to be exterminated three times.

However, due to the consequences of over-industrialization, the planet has not seen rain for hundreds of years. As a result, many hive city residents flocked out, ignoring the threat of the orcs, just to enjoy what might be the only time of their lives they would ever experience rain and get a few sips of free water.

Katz wanted to advise these people against doing this, as unpurified meteorite water might contain deadly components and was not safe.

But what right or reason did he have to stop this unprecedented celebration?

The Empire...sigh.

Having enjoyed the safety and protection provided by the city, one must naturally bear the price behind this safety.

Perhaps the citizens of an empire in a barbaric world have the freedom to drink water, but when faced with an orc invasion of this scale, they don't even have the chance to send out a distress signal.

God loves the world, even if an emperor says he is not a god.

The more deeply one tries to understand the empire, the more one feels a profound sense of powerlessness; the more one immerses oneself among the masses, the more one understands a certain truth.

People must have faith in emperors.

In this cold and cruel purgatory galaxy, no one but the emperor would love another.

The weather control system kicked in, confining the thunderstorm to the orc-held areas near the hive capital. The rain washed away the dust clouds carrying Waaaagh energy, finally suppressing the smoke and dust that had been obscuring the sky.

At this moment, the strange spire built by the orcs finally revealed its true form.

It's just no longer useful.

The reason the combined fleet in orbit didn't bombard the planet was because they were afraid of disrupting the stability of Anwizland's crust. The planet has its own value, and the fleet was simply hesitant to act rashly.

Now we can finally carry out precision strikes. No matter what the orcs' crappy towers are for, we'll just bomb them first.

Kneeling down and begging Mao Erge to save him?

This is not the style of orcs.

As long as I can get up, what is life?

The aircraft swarmed out, and the stolen cars roared with their engines. Even without the ancient junk, the orcs still managed to create four powerful machines from the remains of the two giant rocks.

While humans were trying to find a way out of the predicament, the orcs were not idle either.

Since the open ground isn't safe, let's go into the shrimp's turtle shell house.

The green-skinned orcs launched an unprecedented, desperate attack on the hive capital.

However, the light spears swept across the ground, displaying the emperor's might; the cannons roared, revealing the emperor's wrath.

The Imperial Navy has never lost a battle, even when it comes to victory.

The green-skinned orcs' attack showed a degree of disrespect for humans.

Although the dust cloud is still stubbornly resisting the rain, the strength of the Waaaagh energy field has been greatly weakened, and the warship's oracle is now working properly. What exactly are these orcs after?

I've told you so many times, don't try to understand orcs' thoughts, or you'll grow mushrooms in your brain!

Orcs want nothing but happiness!

What makes orcs happy? They're happy when they can fight.

Although the Astronauts knew very well that the Orcs' offensive had no follow-up, they just needed to hold the line and wait for the warships in orbit to pick them off one by one.

But when the green tide comes, it's really scary.

Hold the dog tag in your mouth, and leave the rest to His Majesty the Divine Emperor.

One defensive line after another was breached, and one IG and PDF team after another lost contact. The Empire has never had any family-friendly battlefield games; it only has an impregnable wall of steel forged by the blood and bones of millions of soldiers.

The Fourth Company once again mobilized its entire force, maneuvering and penetrating across various battlefronts to snipe high-value targets.

Finally, the orcs' offensive was completely halted 30 kilometers from the gates of their hive.

With many orc leaders killed, the morale of the green-skinned orcs finally collapsed.

As the waves receded, the orcs unleashed their signature reverse charge technique.

However, the Astral Army was also unable to launch a decent counterattack at this time.

The damage was too great.

After careful consideration, the Astragalus general in charge of the campaign decided to allow the combat troops to rest and regroup in place, and to recall the two well-preserved Astragalus legions stationed in Antarctica before launching a full-scale offensive.

Kars didn't know whether Jiraiya, the intelligence expert, or a hindsight expert, was stronger; he only knew that this decision was definitely not a mistake.

Even with the morale boost from fighting on home soil, Anwizland's PDF is only slightly better than useless; it can barely be used to fill gaps. The only ones with real offensive capabilities are the Astral Army units deployed from elsewhere.

Given that the Mechanicus was unable to mobilize the Titan Legion, it was already quite remarkable that the Empire was able to win this battle.

To demand anything more would be ungrateful.

So the dust cloud completely dissipated, and the Empire finally learned the answer to what those orcish spires were.

It's a rocket!

Using the remains of the megaliths and local resources of Anwizland, the orcs silently built thousands of bizarre rockets within the dust cloud.

Taking advantage of the precious window of opportunity when the Astragalus were unable to pursue, the Orcs rode these rockets into space.

Are we going to space in a rocket to die?

Don't forget that the Empire's fleet is on track.

Of course not. These counterintuitive rockets carried anywhere from three to five hundred orcs to an estimated thousand. After ascending into space, they seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, transforming into a space junk ship in a manner reminiscent of ancient Terran children's animations. Then, with a whoosh, they entered the warp and disappeared.

The cheerful orcs came to Waaaaagh in Anweilan, but found that shrimp were more powerful, so they fought hard and left satisfied.

The land was left with corpses washed away by the rain, and orc spores spreading everywhere.

The culprit has run away...

It seems like this Waaaagh war initiated by the Goff clan has ultimately produced an orc warlord with a Bloodaxe clan style.

The game entered garbage time, and the belated reinforcement fleet bounced out of the Mandeville point of the star system.

Perhaps it was Mao's big hand that stirred up the warp storm, dragging the Empire's reinforcements into the warp.

But from Judge Odachi's perspective, these people were just there to steal credit.

When the war is raging, you can't see anyone; once the situation becomes clear, reinforcements arrive.

Does Anwisland need reinforcements?