The Astartes Family's Notebook

Wearing power armor and averaging 2.4 meters tall, the Astartes marched past the crowd in perfect unison, and the people of the Empire truly felt what it meant to be the Emperor's angels.

Yes, with such an extraordinary creation, how could the emperor not be a god?

One grand military parade is worth more than ten large-scale mopping-up operations.

However, if the logic is sound, are they still fanatics of a cult?

Although they went into hiding and the core members of the Imperial Truth Cult no longer preached openly, they still incited workers to strike and farmers to boycott their crops, fighting for a new world of freedom, democracy, equality and fraternity.

Kaz could only sigh and had nothing more to say.

In a different world, with a different story background, Kars would naturally join them without hesitation and fight for his ideals.

But this is the world of Warhammer, a hellish galaxy like a cesspool.

Without the blessing of faith or the protection of an emperor, warp evil can appear at any time.

In Kaz's view, it is not the Emperor who needs the faith of all mankind, but rather all mankind who needs the Emperor's protection.

This cause-and-effect relationship cannot be reversed.

Faced with Astartes's incredible brain-sucking skills, any famous detective is as naive as a child.

The matter quickly became clear: the Imperial Truth Cult in this world could never be completely eradicated, and the root cause lay with the planet's governor.

Because the governor himself was an idealist, he sympathized with these imperial believers.

That's right. In a world where the landlord's castle can really stand up, class struggle is a joke. I can't think of any other possibility except for the planetary governor's indulgence.

Motor Sich originally didn't plan to take Kaz to see the planet's governor, but Kaz took the initiative to approach the company commander.

Perhaps I gave up too soon; there's still hope for Kaz.

A relieved old man, Masich didn't think much of it and took Kaz with him.

The governor was prepared for the Astartes to come to him. He calmly ordered his butler to leave. In the office, which was over a thousand square meters, there were only three Astartes and the governor, four living beings.

"Company Commander Motor Sich, would you like something to drink?"

"No, let's get straight to the point. You know why I came here."

"Then please forgive me, it wasn't intentional delay, I just need a drink, the pressure you're putting on me is too much."

"One minute."

With the permission of Company Commander Madsich, the governor filled his glass, drank it down in one gulp, and let out a satisfied burp.

Motor Sich did not make a move. Astartes said one minute meant one minute, and it would never be fifty-nine seconds.

So the governor, who was gathering his emotions, did not rush to speak. Instead, he walked to the bookshelf, entered the password, opened the hidden compartment, and took out a square meteor hammer inlaid with gold.

Oh, I misread it, it's a book.

Holding the book in both hands, the governor walked up to Motor Sich.

"I've had this ancient book from the Holy Terra Expedition era authenticated; it's genuine. Just this one book could be traded for a house in Upper Nest in Hydrafur—it's priceless."

Motor Sich did not refuse. He took the book, unlocked it, scanned it using quantum reading, and returned it to the governor.

"It is indeed an authentic product, and it is very well preserved. The wear and tear on the pages shows that you consult it frequently."

"Yes, I'm already two hundred years old, and reading is the only hobby I have left."

"So give me a reason not to kill you."

"No, no, no, Company Commander, you've got it wrong. From the very beginning, you had no reason to kill me."

Motor Sich did not respond, but simply looked calmly at the governor.

Seeing that the Astartes Superman in front of him did not make a move, the governor boldly continued speaking.

"How wonderful, how wonderful the world depicted in the book is. Unfortunately, I am a governor, a fairly competent governor. I took over as governor of this planet at the age of fifty-three from my father, and it has been one hundred and forty-seven years now. If nothing unexpected happens, I can serve for another fifty years. Over the years, I have done a pretty good job. I have never been late with a tithe, and I have never caused any trouble for the officials of the star sector or star field. Thanks to His Majesty the God-Emperor, no major troubles have ever come my way. I have no complaints, and I will not, and cannot, oppose the Empire."

After speaking at such a long time, the governor was a little tired. He walked to his desk, put down the large book he was holding, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he went around to the drawer, opened it, took out a three-fold piece of paper, and slowly walked over to Motor Sich.

"I just want to see how far those guys can go. It's a pity not to be exposed to the Imperial Truth when you're young, but to still believe in the Imperial Truth when you're old is a sign of intellectual deficiency. Company Commander, here's the list."

Motor Sich finally showed some emotion and reached out to take the list.

"You're such an old bastard."

"Thank you for the praise. I am just a planetary governor who is loyal to His Majesty the God Emperor."

Chapter 88 Next Stop, Paradise

In the adult world, there are only advantages and disadvantages, gains and losses, not right and wrong.

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The governor is a complete bastard, and Motor Sich is absolutely right.

From the very beginning, the situation was under his control.

Although the state religion proclaims Imperial Truth as heresy, the Holy Terra is adept at protecting the reputation of the Supreme and generally handles such matters with a cold shoulder.

It's because even the emperor did it.

As a good governor who pays taxes on time and doesn't cause trouble for the empire, he can play the role of raising insects on his own planet. As long as things don't completely go wrong, the judges won't bother to investigate.

With the list provided by the governor, the arrest operation went very smoothly.

Execute on the spot, without trial.

However, a few minor mishaps occurred when dealing with the Pope of the Imperial Truth Church.

"Angels of the Emperor, could you grant me a moment? I wish to speak with you of the beautiful world the Emperor described, and of the truths of the Empire..."

Kaz reached out and stopped his comrade from raising his gun. He walked up to the simply dressed, kind-faced old man, grabbed his throat with one hand, and slowly tightened his grip so that the old man would die less painfully.

May your soul return to the golden throne, and if there is an afterlife, may you be born in a better era.

Kaz gently laid the old man's body down flat and then turned to leave.

"You pity him?"

"Though his actions were wrong, his character was impeccable. Can't we show him a little respect?"

Kaz's answer was accepted by his fellow fighters, and he did not report the matter to the company commander or the priest afterwards.

After his usual wish for Sephiroth to die a horrible death, Kars felt genuinely fortunate. If it weren't for this bastard's prolonged torment, he would probably have already lost his temper by now.

I won't curse you tomorrow, and I'll give you a day off to rest.

Five promising talents were taken from this planet, and the Fourth Company left.

Without prior notice or long-term stay, five new blood candidates were selected in a short period of time, indicating that the genetic quality of this planet is quite good.

Perhaps, as he himself said, although he was a scoundrel who smoked, drank, got perms, and raised treacherous people, he was a good governor.

They raided two groups of space pirates' hideouts, dealt with a Star Guardian mutiny, killed a psionic-awakened alien beast, and cleared out a colony of mutants that had overrun a certain hive.

Every time they visit a new world, the Fourth Company always encounters some strange and unusual troubles.

In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed. New blood has been selected from various worlds. The earliest batch has only a few steps left in the modification surgery, while the later ones are still undergoing adaptive training.

This was the daily life of Astartes, a place where death and glory coexisted.

Garland, the garden world of the Empire, a notorious den of iniquity in the Pacific Starfield. The Fourth Company did not arrive uninvited, but rather received a request for help from the stars and was invited to come.

Kaz couldn't tell the difference between Paradise World and Garden World; in his eyes, they were almost the same, just vacation spots for the imperial nobility.

Here, chaos erupts in the war faction.

The Chaos Warband known as the Shadow of Death actually played the announcement game, stating that they would sacrifice Garland Gordon to the Great Father seven standard Terra months later.

Well, it's hard to say...

Kaz was unaware of the details of the Death Shadow Warband; he was Cloud Hammer.

But Motor Sich knew the cause and effect.

Although this was the result of that expedition to the abyss.

The seeds of karma sown in the M37 era were still tormenting the Empire in the M41 era.

Although the Empire did its best to eliminate the aftermath of this incident, it is impossible for a well-established warband to have no record of such a major event as thirty warbands entering the Eye of Terror for the Atonement Expedition.

Coincidentally, although the history of the Desolate Wings is only a little over two thousand years old, there are corresponding records about the Abyss Expedition in the ancient documents left by the Supreme Elder.

The Shadow of Death, formerly known as the Lion Guard, sided with Chaos during the Abyss Expedition and has no clear causal connection to the other Lion Guard that still has active records within the Imperium.

This is the hidden strength of the veteran Astartes Chapter.

The reason why all the brothers in the company were willing to risk their lives to protect their company commander was because the experience and knowledge in Motor Sich's mind were more valuable than his own combat ability.

If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't know anything about the Death Shadows Gang, except for the name.

With this in mind, Motor Sich understood the predicament of the previous chapter leaders even more. Compared with the value of the Grand Elder himself, the Primarch was not so important and would not have much of an impact in the future.

The Fourth Company has always suffered from the lack of support from the Chapter's intelligence pool. In every battle, they rely on the ship's oracle and the Astartes brothers' scouts to gather intelligence, which is actually quite disadvantageous.

If we had a think tank that could predict the future, fighting would be much easier.

Just like this time, when their own little garden was threatened, not only did the star sector take it very seriously, but even neighboring star sectors sent support fleets.

The sector government's psychic prophet made a prophecy; he did indeed see the Chaos Warband attack Garland Gordon.

Therefore, the Star District Government only issued a call to arms after receiving confirmation, to rid the Empire of this great scourge, and it was certainly not because the sidewalks in Garden World had been sold for 30,000 Throne Dollars per square meter.

If Garland Gordon were to fall, countless noble planetary governors of the Nest City would go bankrupt.

When it comes to their own interests, the beneficiaries offer extremely high bounties, so high that even a small, wealthy group like the Wings of Desolation wouldn't be able to look away.

It's easy to imagine that more Astartes chapters will succumb to temptation and come to lend their support.

However, Mada Sich was not swayed by money. His long combat experience told him that although the Chaos Warband was crazy, they were not purely mindless.

Issuing case notifications ahead of time is suspicious no matter how you look at it. Based on my personal experience, I suspect it's a feint to lure the enemy away from their base.

However, the powerful psykers of the Star District government assured him that the Shadow of Death would indeed strike Garland Gordon.

This is very confusing.

The Chaos Warbands are not like the Astartes Chapter; their trust is shattered. Except for a Chaos leader of Abaddon's caliber, it's very difficult to motivate a warband to risk everything for another warband.

Is the Shadow of Death warband using itself as a target to attract the Empire's attention, making it easier for other warbands to act?

Based on Motor Sich's understanding of the Chaos Warband, no.

Even two warbands that both believe in Nurgle can fight each other for various reasons. For the Imperial Astartes Chapter to achieve true cooperation and unity is difficult, let alone the Chaos Warband...

However, Astartes' superhuman intuition kept reminding Motor Sich that the whole incident had a strange air about it.

We must be careful.

The fourth consecutive one was truly special and extremely important.

If the other nine companies of the Wasteland Wings are wiped out, they can still draw manpower from the other eight companies to rebuild. But if the fourth company is wiped out, where will they get the gene seeds?

Last time, when the entire company raided the Orcish Boulder, Motor Sich was on tenterhooks the whole way. He reflected deeply on it countless times afterward, and now he only sends half a company. If a similar situation were to occur again, he would only send half a company at most.

However, after becoming the company commander of the Fourth Company, Mada Sich had to admit that the Fourth Company was truly like a dog, not only in terms of personality but also in terms of luck.

When I was the second company commander, there weren't so many problems. We carried out our missions smoothly and without any safety hazards or personnel accidents over the past century.

The Fourth Company, on the other hand, made a fortune fighting big battles, always on edge, but always reaping huge rewards.

The Emperor is probably watching it like a live broadcast.

Otherwise, how could that bastard Kaz get the Golden Laurel?

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, Motor Sich couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Chapter 89 The Clever Head

Fun fact: Before the Primal Forged Space Marines appeared, the Astartes couldn't beat the Oglins in an arm wrestling match.

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Aside from population, the human empire has only so many grueling jobs left.

Once the base number becomes large enough, it becomes almost indistinguishable from infinity.