Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"I'm going to that hellhole called Magdalene."

"I will lead the Black Legion to smash the Iron Angels' proud fortress monastery to smithereens."

"I will personally retrieve the broken key fragment you requested."

Vashtor lowered his mechanical head slightly, performing a standard craftsman's salute.

"The contract is established."

“Losen…”

Abaddon clenched his left fist tightly.

A dazzling subspace spark exploded in my palm.

"I! Will! Definitely! Come! Back!!!"

P.S.: 1.4 words updated today.

Chapter 209: All the Clans Unite, An Embrace Under the Stars, and the Spirit Clan's Killing Intent!

"Hall!"

At dawn, the thin mist at the edge of the farm was torn apart by a roar.

"If you dare to step your boots into the seedbed again, I'll hang you at the entrance of the granary so that Lord Cornerstone can see for himself what a fool from Vigilant Star looks like!"

In the furrow, a boy suddenly looked up.

He was seven years old, his hair was a mess as if it had been licked by static electricity, his trouser legs were covered in wet mud, and he held a newly sprouted seedling in his two hands.

"Dad, it really has grown taller!"

"Your blood pressure isn't as high as mine!"

Rex stood on the edge of the field, his face pale.

He wasn't used to speaking in such an open space.

As he cursed, Rex carefully circled around the ridges of the field.

He was clearly angry, but he dared not step on any of the seedlings.

That's grain, real grain that grows from the soil.

It's not synthetic starch, nor is it the grayish-white block that sticks to teeth like in the supply depots under the watchtower.

Hall held up the seedling, his face flushed with excitement.

"Dad, look at the leaves!"

Rick grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him out of the field.

"I saw it."

"It has two pieces!"

"I have two hands too, just enough to punch you on one side."

Hall shrank his neck, but was still smiling.

A soft, barely suppressed laugh came from the side.

Rick turned his head.

Another family is walking from the direction of the dormitory.

The man's name was Marlowe, the woman's name was Celine, and they were followed by two children. The older girl, Ellie, was twelve years old and carrying a toolbox. The younger boy, Pick, was five years old and was looking up at the sky, walking unsteadily, and almost fell headfirst into the ditch.

Celine reached out and grabbed him: "Watch where you're going."

Pique was still looking at the sky: "Mom, why is it so high?"

The sky was pale blue in the early morning.

The thin clouds were blown away by the wind, and the starlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, falling on the fields, rooftops, irrigation lines, and harvesters in the distance.

She looked for a while and whispered:

"I do not know either."

Marlowe stopped at the edge of the field, looking at Hall in Rick's hand.

"Your son is out in the fields again?"

Rick put Hall on the ground.

"The third time. Yesterday he drilled into the irrigation ditch, the day before he touched the soil, and today he started pulling up seedlings to study the mysteries of life. In two more days, he'll be crowning himself an agricultural sage."

Hall immediately protested, "I didn't pull it out! I was just holding it up to look at it!"

"Even holding it up won't work."

Marlowe squatted down, looked at the seedling, and then at Hall's muddy hands.

"The roots are still alive."

Rick glared at him: "Don't take his side."

Marlowe smiled.

In the lower nest of the Vigilant Star, laughter can easily be misinterpreted as provocation, or as someone hiding something.

It took Marlowe three weeks after arriving here to relearn how to turn the corners of his mouth up.

Ellie put down the toolbox and took the seedling from Hall.

"The roots haven't been severed. We can replant them."

Hall immediately looked at Rex.

Rick gritted his teeth: "Why are you looking at me like that? Aren't you going to thank your sister Ellie?"

"Thank you, Sister Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth squatted down, put the seedling back into the soil, pressed the soil around it down with her fingers, and then scooped some water from the irrigation ditch and slowly poured it down.

Hall squatted down beside him, watching intently.

Will it die?

Elizabeth shook her head: "No."

"how do you know?"

Elizabeth pointed to the gray surveillance pillar at the edge of the field.

"The Cornerstone Agriculture staff taught me yesterday. Keep the roots intact, backfill with soil, don't overwater, and it will survive."

Rick looked at the surveillance post.

There is a black camera lens on the pillar, with the Agrippina Sector Agricultural Management Number engraved next to it.

On Vigilant Star, a camera lens means fines, arrests, conscription, forced labor, or a noble steward hurling insults over the loudspeaker.

When Rick first arrived, he didn't dare to speak in front of the camera for three whole days.

On the fourth day, he witnessed the old man next door, who had a limp, get into trouble.

The old man used to work on the slag conveyor line of the Vigilant Star mine for thirty years. His right leg was damaged by the conveyor belt, and he always walked with an uneven gait.

That day, he was carrying two buckets of nutrient solution across the field ridge when he slipped, spilling half a bucket of liquid into the drainage ditch and knocking down three seedlings.

The old man's face turned pale on the spot.

Ignoring his aching legs, he first lay down in the mud and carefully lifted each seedling, then looked up at the surveillance post and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I'll pay! Don't deduct the child's ration! I can work overtime!"

The camera turns to him.

A moment later, the announcement of the cornerstone sequence came over the loudspeaker:

"Accident record complete. Cause: Slippery paddy field ridge, incorrect carrying posture, and abnormal weight-bearing on the injured leg."

"Personnel are to cease operations; medical evacuation vehicles are en route."

The old man didn't understand, and in his anxiety and fear, he started cursing at the camera:

"Don't lie to me! Three seedlings! Half a bucket of liquid! If you want to confiscate, confiscate mine, not my granddaughter's!"

Soon, a medical servo and a maintenance servo arrived.

The medic stabilized the old man's old, injured leg, while the repair medic compacted the ridge, laid down a section of anti-slip grating next to it, and erected a small sign:

"Walk slowly on wet ground; please use a cart for heavy objects."

The seedlings that had been knocked down were straightened, covered with soil, and watered.

The old man sat by the field, covering his face and not moving for a long time.

The next day, he collected his tools as usual.

The only change was that the Cornerstone Agriculture staff replaced his cart with a wheelbarrow and transferred him to the seed screening shed, temporarily preventing him from carrying loads across the field ridges.

Only after that did Rick dare to discipline his son in the field.

But even when he was scolding him, his voice would automatically lower by half a beat.

Marlowe stood up and looked out over the farm in the distance.

This farm, designated as Production Zone 73, belongs to a redeveloped agricultural world within the Agrippina Sector.

Heros-13, an auxiliary food source.

They prefer to call it "the new farm".

In the third week since they were transferred from the Vigilant Star, they still hadn't fully grasped where they were.

Here there is sky, soil, wind, day and night.

If you look up at night, you can see the stars.

Ellie said that the textbook said that stars are fixed stars and distant worlds.

Rick instinctively cursed, "What lunatic hung the light so far away?"