Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 838 New Energy
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"Hey, have you heard about the Dynasty's latest proclamation regarding the regent?"

As the workers gathered in front of the port canteen, eating a hot breakfast and preparing to board the first cargo ship to work on the nearby safe farms and factories on the asteroid, someone mentioned what they had seen and heard on their way there.

"What did you hear? We're not like you, living so close to the Phnom Penh train station that we're always the first to see the latest announcements."

His coworker said sourly.

"Hey! That place is dilapidated, old, and tiny! It doesn't even have a kitchen or bathroom! I have to get up every day to empty the toilet!"

Even so, the first person to speak still couldn't hide his smugness.

After all, the vast majority of residents in that location are either rich or powerful, or have deep connections with certain imperial organizations. This place overlooks the restaurants and square from the side, and even the area of ​​a toilet is now beyond the reach of a worker like him.

However, his small neighborhood was sandwiched between a plot of land that was too small to be bought by anyone. The residents were promised that if someone bought the land, they would receive a generous settlement allowance to purchase their dream apartment on a more distant satellite ring or asteroid. Therefore, they were at ease. All the land needed was a suitable, talented architect and a big spender. They could wait.

"What are the new orders? Do they affect us?"

“It’s very relevant,” the speaker quickly put down the large bowl of soy milk in his hand. “The governor’s announcement said that because our port’s main reactor has been upgraded recently, the energy supply shortage no longer exists. We can buy all those new appliances—air conditioners, electric stoves, washing machines, and so on—without worrying about running out of energy cards! But only…”

He recited it in a refined, literary style: "'Those who enter the country legally, declare their family status as required, and obtain a roaming port resident identity card after approval can apply for this energy card...'"

This immediately sparked a welcome discussion among the workers, and everyone's attention quickly shifted to how to reasonably allocate their wages and savings, and when to go shopping at the newly opened store to see if they could buy some useful "Warrior" brand home appliances.

Some temporary workers or new employees who were still hesitant to register with the authorities immediately began inquiring about how to apply for the resident energy card for the roaming port.

Helpful colleagues would tell them what materials they needed to prepare, how to get to the government service hall, and how to prove their identity at the self-service machine...

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"Well, now our population has increased by more than six million, and it continues to increase with the arrival of new residents."

"A mere six million. Compared to my Milky Way..."

"But the number of administrative staff used for this matter was only 150, and basically within 48 hours, notices requiring unregistered people to come forward to register their identities and verify their identities covered more than 95% of the people in the roaming port."

"This is impossible!" the pigeon cried. "How did you do that?! The people here... even so many aliens! How could they cooperate so well?!"

"The wisdom of Seris".

Lamizan nodded in satisfaction and took a sip of Reka coffee. "Serith's wisdom. Thanks to Cherubel and the Hyper-Dimensional Cage for bringing us pollution-free and sustainable new energy."

“You should use it to build a new combat barge or battleship,” Emperor Dove pointed out seriously. “Currently, the Wandering Port Fleet only has one flagship, which is not conducive to multi-directional defense. If the Star God Fragment is used as the main reactor, it can even support a spacecraft the size of a planet, along with its weapon arrays and shields.”

“This is also recorded in the epic tales of the Star Knights,” Ramizane said, “and are you, as the Emperor of Man, hinting at building a space engine for the Necromancer world…?”

"In short, using it as the core of any war vehicle will give you an overwhelming, decisive, and incredibly powerful weapon!" Pigeon insisted. "Think about it! A shield that never overloads! A main gun that can always be charged to 100%! An engine that is always powerful! It's something to dream of! It would be a complete sin if such abundant energy were only used to boil water, cook, or provide warmth and light instead of expanding territory or eliminating enemies of humanity! What a sin!"

It flapped its wings excitedly, "With such a core energy source, we might even have the possibility of replicating a mountain formation!" A somewhat disapproving hum came from the walls of the Ironblood, the machine spirit expressing its presence in this way.

“What’s wrong with replicating the mountain formation?” Pigeon calmed down and stood back on its perch. “Just as I suggested, at least as an attack platform and a decisive war platform, such a ship will definitely play a pivotal role here, demonstrating such obvious strength that it will make the enemy back down. This is especially in line with your idea of ​​winning without fighting.”

The librarian remained noncommittal about everything before, but the last sentence seemed to have moved him somewhat.

"If it's built to flex our muscles and buy time for the surrounding areas..." he muttered. "But I think that as a base, meeting the basic needs of the people is more important right now..."

“Don’t listen to him,” Peturabo BC finally couldn’t help but say.

"How could he not know that what this empire has no shortage of are people who shout 'God Emperor's protection' but don't know how to 'know when to back down'! You have no idea what kind of bizarre antiques they can pull out from some nook and cranny, whose principles they themselves don't even understand."

"Oh. Speaking of the Divine Emperor's protection..."

Both the pigeons and the Imperial Guards with their new arms were visibly tense.

"I'm a little curious, when Eisenhorn was shouting 'God Emperor's protection' and charging towards me, didn't you really feel anything at all? At such close range?"

In that instant, it's impossible to trace how many thoughts this being, which contained the initial dream, went through and how many possibilities it considered, but ultimately it decided to take a gamble.

"I felt it," the pigeon admitted. "It's impossible not to feel it at all when we're this close."

"But he was talking about the protection of the God Emperor."

"I am neither a god nor a god-emperor."

"so?"

"But we were once one, so there's still a lingering connection," the pigeon mumbled, forcing itself to pretend it didn't see Diocletian's gaze.

"so……"

Lord Ramizann tapped the surface of his desk. "...What happened after Eisenhorn shouted 'God's Protection' might also be a shared responsibility of you and the Bluebird?"

"..."

The pigeon stared at the other in disbelief.

"You can receive a portion of his prayers, and you can randomly grant the wishes of those who make them, so?" Ramizam spread his hands, "isn't this the result of your joint efforts?"

Diocletian suddenly thought of the Imperial Eagle for no apparent reason.

(End of this chapter)