The Astartes Family's Notebook

The situation is quite ideal.

The only minor problem is that half-human, half-ghost enchanted warrior.

Therefore, Ingus only spent less than 30 percent of his mental energy on the squad mission; he focused the rest of his energy on how to feign weakness and exploit weaknesses.

Coincidentally, Tyrant thought the same thing.

So he didn't hesitate to send Gune and Kaz out to connect the wires, while he stayed alone in the main control section of the gravity generator.

High-level hunters always appear as prey.

Oh dear, Terminator A's force field generator is malfunctioning...

Unfortunately, no one appreciated his exaggerated acting skills; the Chaos Traitor's mind was entirely focused on killing Kars.

Your paint job is so flashy, and your shoulder armor is decorated with carvings and adorned with golden laurel branches.

That's what I'm after!

Doesn't Kars understand the principle of blending in with the world?

He did it on purpose.

Ten years have passed. Kaz has been serving in his unit for ten years, and he has a general understanding of his own abilities.

Sorry, but an Astartes like me, Karz, is destined to be something other than mediocrity. I, Karz, this awesome Astartes, was born to be set up as a target.

So you come and hit me!

Anyone with a brain knows that Astartes, with its flashy attire, always has some kind of skill to back it up.

But Kaz is a cunning and wicked guy. Logically speaking, including his recruit period, he has served for thirty years and is eligible to have a veteran badge added to his power armor.

This thing is similar to the service spikes on the heads of some Astartes in certain chapters; it's voluntary and not mandatory.

Some warbands have silver head studs representing fifty years and gold studs representing one hundred years; these service studs are of very high value.

But the battle groups are like societies. Astartes doesn't just fight for its pride; it takes fifteen years to make a silver nail and twenty-five years to make a gold nail. What can you do to me?

That's true. Fifty silver and one hundred gold, the quality is high, but it's not impressive. So some war groups even created a bizarre system of small and large nails. Small silver nails serve for fifteen years, large silver nails for twenty-five years, small gold nails for fifty years, and large gold nails for one hundred years. Moreover, the service life of gold and silver nails is calculated separately.

When encountering this kind of battle group, even though he is just a veteran who has served for a hundred years, he has six small silver nails, four large silver nails, two small gold nails, and one large gold nail on his head, all in a dense row. If you didn't know better, you would think that he had hired an ancient veteran who had fought for thousands of years from the Eye of Fear.

Therefore, you won't understand the various abstract art forms within the Imperial Chapter circle unless you experience the Astartes.

Anyway, Kars isn't interested in the kind of thing that involves hammering nails into your head for no reason, whether they're service nails or butcher nails.

Conversely, although Katz replaced all the company awards with various fancy paint schemes, he didn't add any of the seniority markers that were a given for each Astarte.

She just turned eighteen this year~~~~~

This might not be a problem for ordinary soldiers or aliens who don't know the inside story, but for Astartes traitors who have been part of the Imperial system, this kind of behavior is enough to drive an obsessive-compulsive person crazy.

"Thirteen times."

Gune didn't look at Kaz's big backside as he bent over connecting cables; he simply reported in a flat tone that the enchanted warrior had once again fooled people.

"Ignoring him, he doesn't even dare to show his whole body, only flashing past the edge of my vision, which means this thing doesn't have the ability to teleport at all. Just thinking about how half of his body is exposed, and his fingers are desperately clawing at the wall behind him, makes it hard to suppress a laugh."

Gunnie imagined the scene based on Kaz's description. It was indeed a bit difficult to bear, but he was a trained Astartes and could hold back his laughter.

But Kaz, you're not wearing Terminator armor. Our Astartes power armor joints support a squatting posture, so why are you sticking your butt out just to connect a wire? Your posture is hilarious.

What can be done? The cable is broken here, and the pipeline maintenance window is located close to the ground, designed for ordinary crew members. If Astartes wants to use it, he can't reach it without bending over.

"It's done!"

As Katz stopped what he was doing and stood up straight, the obvious sense of gravity shift indicated that another gravity generator module had resumed operation.

Kaz took the explosive gun handed to Gune for safekeeping, and the two formed a sentry formation and headed toward the next pipeline repair window.

As the wiring work progressed smoothly, more and more gravity generator modules resumed operation, and the sounds of objects colliding inside the warship rose and fell, with occasional external impacts being transmitted through the metal to Katz's hearing organs.

So, once again, he handed out the bomb gun, and Katz bent down to start working.

An unexpected situation occurred. The already damaged and cramped passage seemed to have been hit by a huge force, and the deformed walls separated Gune and Katz.

Gunnie immediately tried to throw the bomb gun over, but the wall collapsed a second time, as if it had been strangled by the arms of a giant cephalopod.

"Kaz, hang in there!"

Without any further hesitation or pause, Gune turned and ran to find another way out.

But Katz didn't panic at all.

He struggled to suppress the upward curve of his lips, and it took a lot of effort to keep from laughing out loud.

Hehehehe, the fish has taken the bait.

Chapter 124 Fairy tales are all lies

Guess what Little Red Riding Hood's hat was dyed red.

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So it turns out the secret to this enchanted warrior's rapid movement is that he awakened his Stand user!

No, it's Nurgle's Sage Mode activated?

Kaz stared at the enchanted warrior at the other end of the passage, his murderous aura palpable, and racked his brains but couldn't come up with a suitable adjective.

This isn't Karz's fault; things mainly related to chaos are rarely abstract, and it's too early for humanity to try to understand the warp.

Like baby food with a lot of matcha powder added, a ghost that barely resembled a slime hovered behind the enchanted warrior. Two malnourished Nurgles clung to his shoulders on either side. His tattered power armor emitted a foul-smelling, pale green steam, yet the Death Shadows Warband's paint job was pure black, creating an inexplicable incongruity.

That doesn't make sense either. It's a vacuum environment, so why is the steam drifting towards the top of the enchanted warrior's head?

The ability to multitask isn't always effective. Even in a serious life-or-death situation, Kars was still distracted and lost focus.

It's also possible that he didn't put enough pressure on me; I was very focused and serious when I was killing orc warlords.

Ah, right, right, how can you hide your regret if you don't say something random?

Ah yes, yes, who knew this thing was so disgusting? Just thinking about having to clean the power armor myself gives me a headache.

Katz prepared to charge, but did not launch an attack.

The passageways on the lower decks are narrower than those on the upper decks. These passageways, which are only wide enough for two Astartes to walk side by side, greatly hinder close-quarters combat, so Kars prefers to stall for time.

I have teammates, what do you have, a worthless life?

He's stalling for time.

"I know."

【Then why aren't you going?】

"I need to remember what he looks like now, otherwise I won't be able to put it all back together later."

【...】

The demon Nurgle didn't know what to say. Dude, maintaining this form is very difficult for me, so please don't cause trouble.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

The enchanted warrior moved.

Although they start slowly, the demon warriors possessed by Nurgle's demons charge forward with a kind of earth-shattering, numerical beauty.

You can't fight here, something bad will happen!

As Chaos Astartes crouched and ran, Kars finally saw clearly that what was on his shoulders were not malnourished Nurgles, but the hands of a demon behind him.

No, not two hands, but two hands, and there are two of those hands.

It is thanks to the four "limbs" on its back that the enchanted warrior is able to approach at a speed rarely seen in ordinary Nurgle cultists.

What should I do?

I blossom amidst the carnage, like a flower at dawn...

Katz pulled out the plasma pistol he had borrowed from the Motor Sich company commander from the storage box behind him, turned his body to the side, tilted his head, and smiled brightly and beautifully.

I waited so long thinking you were going to show off your physical prowess by dodging bombs, but you just stood there for so long, only to rush over and start hand-to-hand combat?

From a scientific perspective, plasma is a cluster of plasma, and plasma weapons are plasma weapons. However, within the warrior community, there is still a difference between plasma and plasma.

The human empire's plasma technology is not bad; its weakness lies in miniaturized individual plasma weapons.

Therefore, in the IG and PDF forces, although plasma guns are valuable anti-armor weapons, veterans don't like to use them, and officers avoid them at all costs. In particular, the brand-new plasma weapons are even more terrifying than the Chaos Astartes.

If Chaos Astartes kills you, at least you'll have some remains. But if your plasma weapon explodes, you'll be completely obliterated.

However, we should not demonize the Empire's plasma weapons because of the encounters between IG and PDF.

The human empire, well, those who know, know; most technological shortcomings can be compensated for by piling on materials.

Just like the plasma pistol in Katz's hand, which was about 30% new and used by the company commander, by ordinary standards, a 17-kilogram pistol is seriously overweight, but for Astartes, it feels very solid in the hand.

Returning to the topic of the unscientific classification of plasma and electrolytic plasma, generally speaking, the higher the temperature of the plasma cluster emitted by a plasma weapon, the bluer its color. Unless special radioactive materials are added, it will not exhibit colors such as red, green, or yellow.

Therefore, according to this standard, weapons with a whitish color are called plasma weapons, while those with a bluish color are called electrochemical weapons, with a temperature difference of at least two thousand degrees between the two.

So even though both would be destroyed and leave no trace, the mortal soldiers of the Empire revered white, while the Astartes preferred pure blue.

The plasma pistol in Katz's hand was a handcrafted, high-quality product given to Motor Sich by the Great Sage of the Cult of Mechanics. It was a genuine product!

Kars waited until Chaos Astartes was fully charged before drawing his gun. He had also learned to be wicked, directly causing the possessed demon to react.

Four tentacles clung to the same side wall, and the warp demon used the power of chaos to forcibly pull the Chaos Astartes back.

But even if it's fast, can it be faster than a plasma cloud?

As some of the gravity generation modules resumed operation, the interior of the warship wreckage transitioned from a weightless state to a microgravity state, thus avoiding the fatal plasma attack. However, you still have to take the explosion damage.

Part of the enemy's body was directly vaporized by the high temperature, and the carbonized wounds reopened due to the violent movement. Kaz glanced at the plasma pistol; only two of the seven overheat warning lights were lit.

Good, at least we can fire one more shot.

I glanced at the melted wall, and in my field of vision, the fluids of the enchanted warrior were slowly falling to the ground.

Very good, I'll follow it.

After informing his comrades of the situation, Katz did not run, but instead pursued them slowly, step by step.

Although he was a traitor who had fallen into chaos, Kaz's greatest skill was to fake a rout while setting up pursuit traps. How could he dare, or how could he assume that this enchanted warrior was not capable of this?

The squad's victory was far more important than individual heroism. Katz genuinely believed that his own death wouldn't be a big deal, but losing the company commander's pistol would probably be worse than death, so he chose to trust his teammates.

[I've warned you before, your emperor isn't someone to be trifled with. While I understand your resentment, your choice of target is truly questionable.]

"Shut up! Aren't you a demon of Nurgle? Why are you saying good things about the Corpse King!"

The injured Chaos Astartes was enraged beyond control, completely disregarding the fact that he would have exploded if his demon buddy hadn't pulled him back.

My love for my loving father and my fear of the Emperor are not contradictory. In the Warp, apart from the four Overlords, who does not fear that cold sun?

"Shut up, quickly help me stop the bleeding."

[I'm doing it, I'm doing it. Take deep breaths, try to stay calm.]

To be fair, the impotent and furious Chaos Astartes is unworthy of this reasonable Nurgle demon.

When he saw Gune wielding two guns, he completely forgot his previous lesson, let out meaningless howls, and charged forward again.

Your injury isn't...

Gentle yet powerful, Gune pulled the trigger, emptied the magazine, and threw away his own sidearm instead of choosing to hang Kaz's on his back. Then, with a flick of his wrists, he activated the disintegration field of his power claws, and together with his magnetic boots and jetpack, chased after the explosive bomb.

The bombs exploded into his body with a crackling sound. Nurgle's blessing granted him unparalleled vitality, but the violent explosions still destroyed almost all of his internal organs.

But it's not a big problem, just a minor, fatal wound. Watch me...

Why is my body acting up? Why did my hand lift up on its own?

The Nurgle demon once again used its two arms, which had Nurgle-like faces, to grab its good buddy's head and arms and put them back in place. Then, it used the same trick with its other two arms to drag the heavily injured Chaos Astartes away quickly.

It's okay. If you pick it up within three seconds of it falling on the ground, it'll be clean. Your head hasn't even hit the ground yet.

"..."

The Chaos Traitor was somewhat withdrawn; he couldn't understand what had just happened.

So, as I've said before, there's always a reason why the Raptor Legion can team up with the Desolation Wings.