From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 711 "Perhaps I will be assigned to shoulder the heavy responsibility of unification"

The integration of Earth 19 has entered its final stage.

Since the Legion Commander Leroya Sivarine Vitellius personally led her troops across the portal, together with the elite forces under the command of the Weeping Company Commander Forros, they quickly wiped out most of the Blood Cross Infected's territory.

Those cities that were once mired in nightmares have now returned to the empire's territory.

With its disciplined battle formations and mechanical execution, the Glory Legion eradicated countless infected lairs hidden underground, in ruins, and in forests.

Meanwhile, the Lamenters Company, with the extraordinary power of over three thousand Astartes and more than a million auxiliary and logistical personnel, completely turned the tide of the battle.

In fact, with such a large fighting force, even if they encounter more powerful aliens or heretics, a single company could sweep across an entire planet or even an entire galaxy.

Therefore, the unification war of Earth 19 was almost a battle destined for victory, so no other legions sent any company to participate.

Reconstruction began simultaneously and comprehensively before the cleanup phase ended.

The Empire's modular reconstruction plan was implemented with extremely high efficiency.

The engineering department brought in countless heavy mechs and a "massive" number of construction robots, Terminators, and Hunters. The ruins were leveled in large swaths, and a new urban area rose from the ground in just a few days.

The towering apartment complexes resemble a steel forest, arranged in a neat "matrix" in the heart of the original city.

Each apartment building can accommodate 10,000 people and is equipped with a complete energy supply and life support system, which is sufficient to ensure that refugees can find a place to live in the shortest possible time.

At the same time, the transportation network was also redesigned.

The dilapidated highways and rail transit of the old world were completely destroyed, replaced by maglev tracks, public air trains, and modular subways.

Intercity connections are made possible through air hubs, with thousands of public transport boats and cargo planes shuttling daily between the new towns and frontline bases.

The Empire's core philosophy of efficiency was fully embodied on the land of Earth 19.

At the societal level, refugee resettlement has become the top priority.

The millions of survivors initially rescued were incorporated into the Imperial census system and assigned to various newly established communities.

Each survivor receives an identity code and a credit account, with an initial amount directly injected by the Imperial Treasury to ensure their basic survival needs.

Shops, canteens, and medical institutions all accept credits (cR) for payment, while prices are uniformly regulated by the Imperial Standards Bureau.

The recovery of the economic system will be gradual.

The empire did not immediately open up free markets, but instead used a "transitional economy" framework.

Initial supplies were provided directly by the Weeping Company, the Engineering Department, and dedicated departments, and all residents enjoyed free medical care, free education, and low-cost rations.

As the situation stabilizes, some industries are gradually opening up to refugees, such as basic manufacturing, urban maintenance and services.

The original survivors were given priority in being hired as workers, cleaners, technicians, and even auxiliary police officers in the city. Their earnings were directly credited to their credit accounts, becoming the initial driving force for the economic cycle.

At the same time, the establishment of the political structure is also underway.

In 19th Earth, an Imperial Provisional Control Council was established, led by a provisional governor (not the original entity) and inspectors dispatched by the Empire, to ensure that all policies strictly adhered to Imperial laws.

The governor will temporarily be the platoon leader of the first command platoon of the Weeping Company, while the inspector will be a senior agent of the Inquisition.

The reason why the Imperial upper echelons did not consider having the Primarch take direct charge of Earth 19 was ultimately because Earth 19 was too small; preliminary statistics showed that the surviving population was barely over 100 million.

Moreover, before the outbreak of the Blood Cross virus, Earth 19's technological level in areas such as human spaceflight and interstellar colonization had not yet extended to the entire solar system, so the Primarchs did not need to personally take charge of the control of Earth for the time being.

It is worth mentioning that the Glory Legion will also be stationed on Earth 19 for a long time to wipe out the remnants of the Blood Cross, and at the same time, it can recruit new soldiers to serve as the Glory Legion's auxiliary force.

While the surviving humans can participate in grassroots affairs, the real decision-making power remains firmly in the hands of imperial officials.

To stabilize public sentiment, the committee established a city hall and a petition office, allowing citizens to boldly raise reasonable demands.

External propaganda is conducted through a holographic network, with daily imperial announcements, reassurance messages, and tales of the heroic deeds of the Glory Legion and the Lamenters broadcast to establish the empire's unshakeable prestige.

In the medical field, Atlas's affiliated hospital group has commenced operations.

Each hospital is equipped with hard light therapy equipment and the latest model of repair chambers, enabling injured people to recover within days, and those with amputated limbs can also receive synthetic prosthetics.

For survivors who had close contact with people infected with the Blood Cross, specialized medical teams conducted long-term observation and isolation to ensure that the virus did not spread further.

The education system is also being gradually rebuilt.

The Empire opened temporary schools where all children and teenagers received a standardized basic education curriculum, including languages, mathematics, history, and imperial law.

In the classroom, hard light projection tells the story of the empire's glory and the significance of unification, planting the seeds of loyalty and order in the hearts of every generation from a young age.

It is worth mentioning that the full implementation of the credit currency system allowed this once-desolate planet to quickly integrate into the empire's economic system.

Each resident has their own CR account, and their income and expenses are secretly monitored by the shipborne intelligent AI of the Lamenters Company.

This is why the seemingly "sudden" crime rate dropped to an extremely low level in a very short period of time.

The commercial districts are gradually becoming more active. Although most goods are still supplied by the Empire, small restaurants, repair shops, and craft workshops have begun to appear.

They exchange labor for credit, and then use credit to purchase new raw materials or services. This cycle gradually puts the social economy back on track.

Looking at the big picture, in a short period of time, Earth 19 emerged from a bloody abyss and was reborn.

Towering mega-cities have replaced the ruins, traffic flows smoothly on wide roads, and holographic advertisements in the sky shimmer with symbols of order.

The survivors were no longer refugees living in constant fear, but gradually became citizens of the empire, regaining their direction and goals in life.

For the empire, such a reconstruction was just one of hundreds of operations.

However, for humanity on Earth 19, this was a complete turning point in their destiny, a rescue from the abyss of despair, a lifting from the mire of chaos, and the beginning of a new era that was both solemn and irresistible.

December 0055, 8 in the Imperial calendar.

At this moment, the sunless side of Earth in the main universe.

In the pitch-black sky, the brilliance of the stars was refracted into a slightly flowing glow by the energy shield surrounding the imperial palace, like the gilded halo of a deity in an ancient mural, hanging silently in the depths of the night.

The city walls, towers, and squares outside the palace were still brightly lit, and the Imperial Guards and Flame Lizards were deployed in various defense zones, forming an impenetrable barrier.

Outside the imperial palace area stand two similar, complementary buildings.

They are all modeled after ancient Greek temples, with towering columns, intricate cornices, and solemn reliefs, exuding a breathtaking sense of solemnity under the night and the glow of psionic torches.

The temple on the left belongs to Hera, the former queen of Olympus, and symbolizes motherhood and order. The temple on the right belongs to Pallas Athena, the goddess of war, and its walls are inlaid with bronze reliefs depicting countless ancient battles, cold yet elegant.

A special patrol force surrounds these two temples.

Those Greek minor gods, clad in bronze heavy armor and white linen garments, were all over three meters tall on average, and their aura was as steady as a rock wall.

Their steps were firm and powerful, and their powered spears and round shields gleamed faintly in the moonlight.

Even deep within the imperial palace, they maintained an ancient and strict level of vigilance, without the slightest slackening.

Compared to the Imperial Guard and the Flame Lizards, these lesser gods are more like symbols embedded at the intersection of history and reality—calm and unchanging.

At this moment, the main hall of the Temple of Athena was completely silent. The dome of the temple hung high, and golden psychic torches lined both sides, illuminating the entire space as if a raging fire were burning eternally.

suddenly--

Boom, boom.

Heavy footsteps came from outside the temple gates, echoing like war drums on the stone walls of the hall, until they reached the ears of every maid and secondary deity.

The war maidens, dressed in light robes in the style of ancient Greece, originally stood quietly between the white stone pillars on both sides.

As the footsteps drew closer, their expressions unconsciously became solemn, and their slender fingers brushed across their chests, paying homage to the visitors with an ancient ritual.

The flames of the psionic torch swayed gently with the vibrations in the air, as if making way for the newcomer.

Finally, the tall figure stepped into the central radiance—

A "giant" over five meters tall, as if he stepped out of an ancient myth.

As the torchlight illuminated his face, his features were fully revealed.

He had short, neat black hair, sharp, chiseled features, and a resolute and unshakeable aura between his brows.

His appearance was handsome and aloof, and his facial features were almost identical to those of Emperor Sui Yang. If people did not know that he was a descendant of the emperor, they would almost mistake him for the emperor in his youth.

This person was none other than Emperor Sui Yang's youngest offspring, the original form of Sui Meng.

Sui Meng was wearing a soft armor in the Chinese style. The armor plates were exquisite and solid, and faintly glowed with the light of flowing spiritual energy.

Unlike the heavy armor typically worn by Primarchs, this soft armor offers greater flexibility without sacrificing solemnity, perfectly matching Sui Meng's consistently efficient and decisive style.
Of course, it is not wartime at this stage, so Sui Meng is not equipped with his original body's exclusive power armor.

Beneath the soft armor, the power contained is not displayed through ostentatious decorations, but rather is restrained and sharp, like a sword poised to strike.

When he stood in the center of the temple, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The war maidens lowered their gazes, and even the flames of the psionic torches seemed to be drawn by their aura, swaying and emitting a deeper light.

Sui Meng did not speak.

Silence itself is a form of oppression, a presence that makes everyone present hold their breath.

The temple's dome is painted with a mural of Athena holding a spear and wearing a helmet, symbolizing the coexistence of wisdom and war.

At this moment, the mural seemed to take on a new meaning because of Sui Meng's arrival.

The majesty of the goddess of war overlapped with the sharpness of this young Primarch, coalescing into a silent declaration.

In the darkness of the imperial palace, the temple is transformed into a symbolic scene by the interplay of light and shadow with the sound of footsteps.

The sanctuary of Hera, the wisdom of Athena, and the young giants of imperial lineage converge in one place, a scene that is both a reenactment of mythology and a harbinger of the future.

Sui Meng's gaze swept across the palace, deep and calm, without any unnecessary movements, as if he had everything under control.

His very existence was a continuation of imperial authority and a banner for the future, like the night sky of the empire trembling at the sound of his footsteps.

Step, step——

At this moment, light yet solemn footsteps echoed in the magnificent hall, seemingly echoing Sui Meng's heavy footsteps just now.

A touch of pure white followed, like the first rays of dawn illuminating the hall.

A tall goddess, draped in a snow-white robe, slowly approached; she was the mistress of this temple.

Pallas Athena, the goddess of war.

Even though he was over two meters tall, his steps remained elegant and steady. Each step seemed to resonate with the spiritual firelight of the palace, exuding a captivating majesty and wisdom.

"Mother."

When Athena's figure came into view, Sui Meng immediately knelt on one knee, placed his right fist on the ground, and paid homage to her with the most solemn etiquette.

The Primarch's imposing, mountain-like figure now carried a silent humility and respect.

Athena had a serene expression, and her brows radiated an undeniable divine glow.

She walked slowly closer, raised her hand to stroke Sui Meng's broad shoulder, her voice gentle and comforting:
"You're back, child. Get up now."

"Yes, mother."

Upon hearing this, Sui Meng raised his head and then calmly stood up.

His figure instantly rose from the ground again, standing in the center of the hall like a pillar supporting the sky.

Even Athena, who considers herself a goddess, has to look up to the children she raised.

Athena's eyes gleamed with undisguised pride and emotion.

Years ago, she held an innocent and ignorant infant in her arms, but now he has grown into a true Primarch, with a sharp yet steady temperament and a tall and mighty figure.

Whether it was the handsome features that resembled those of an emperor, or the powerful abilities bestowed upon him by his bloodline, they all filled her with deep satisfaction.

Sui Meng's expression also showed a rare hint of joy.

His eyes revealed tenderness and longing, clearly indicating that this reunion with his mother was equally significant to him.

After a brief silence, Athena asked softly, "How are things in Universe 18? Is the construction of the legion going smoothly?"

Sui Meng smiled calmly, his expression composed yet exuding confidence.

He replied, “I’m doing very well, Mother. The legion’s development is already on track.”

Although our legion is not yet large enough to compare with the mighty forces of our brothers, I can assure you that our combat strength is absolutely top-tier.

Both the soldiers' skills and the company's coordination have enabled them to fight independently.

Athena nodded slightly, the light in her eyes becoming even softer.

She knew that this child never exaggerated; his personality, like his name, was both fierce and composed, and what he said was always a calm judgment based on facts.

The firelight inside the temple illuminated the faces of the mother and son. Outside, the palace remained heavily guarded in the darkness of night. However, within this temple, all the noise seemed to be shut out, leaving only the conversation between the mother and son and the joy of their reunion.

The two talked for a long time. Sui Meng reported on the legion's progress and future plans, while Athena listened quietly, nodding occasionally and responding with brief words.

Time slipped away quietly during this exchange, without feeling tedious at all.

Finally, Athena spoke slowly, her tone calm yet carrying a profound solemnity: "Your father, His Majesty the Emperor, is preparing to open a new spatial gate tomorrow, and you and your legion may be assigned to shoulder the heavy responsibility of unification."

The firelight in the hall suddenly blazed brighter at that moment, as if in response to her declaration.

Sui Meng's eyes were firm, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

He understood that this was not just a mission, but also his father's and the Empire's recognition and trust in him and the Legion.

Athena looked at him, her eyes filled with expectation and pride.
(End of this chapter)