Warhammer: Empire Reboot

In some places, fighting continues; in others, pollution has occurred.

Some people don't want to leave, and some can't leave.

Rick looked down at the grain rice in his bowl.

"My brother is still in Renku."

"Any news?"

"No."

Marlowe didn't ask any more questions.

Celine suddenly spoke up: "During tonight's evening prayers, give your name to the registration pillar. The Cornerstone said that missing relatives can register. If they are found, we will notify you."

Rick opened his mouth: "You really know how to find people?"

Celine looked at him: "They even found out my old water purification station employee number."

In the afternoon, the children went to class.

The classroom was temporarily set up next to the barn.

A map of the agricultural planetary cycle hangs on the wall, next to which are the Imperial double-headed eagle and handprint emblem.

A teacher is a cornerstone educator.

Hall raised his hand and asked, "Why isn't soil poisonous?"

“Some agricultural areas have contaminated soil that requires protection. This area has undergone the Qingtian Project, soil purification, and ecological reconstruction. The current soil safety level in this area is Level 3, accessible.”

What is the Qingtian Project?

The instructor brought up the projector.

The image shows a micro black hole drawing in radiation clouds, a sequence of foundation stones laying purification towers, and a group of machines repairing atmospheric circulation.

The children couldn't understand everything.

But they saw the originally gray-black sky gradually lighten.

Pique pointed at the projection and said, "The sky has been broken before?"

"Yes."

Who fixed it?

"Your Excellency, the Master of the Seal."

Hall whispered, "The Lord of the Seal can also mend the sky."

Ellie sat in the back row and silently wrote the sentence into her calligraphy practice board.

The Lord who holds the seal can mend the heavens!!!

She writes very slowly.

The strokes are neat and upright.

As night fell, the lights in the farm dormitories came on one by one.

Further away, countless farm lights twinkled like stars on the ground.

Rick sat at the dormitory entrance, repairing a small shovel.

Hall lay beside him, his eyelids drooping with sleep, but he was still clutching the agricultural manual.

Marlowe came over with a glass of water and sat down next to him.

The two looked at the fields in the distance and remained silent for a long time.

Hall was almost asleep, but he was still muttering, "Dad, can I see the orchard to the south tomorrow?"

Rick turned around irritably: "If you dare to run around tomorrow, I'll tie you to the bed leg."

Hall closed his eyes and whispered, "I won't step on the seedlings."

"You still want to bargain?"

"I'll watch."

Rick cursed, "You little brat, go to sleep."

Hall turned over and quickly fell asleep.

Rick picked him up and carried him into the house. The child's face was clean, but there was mud under his fingernails.

Clean mud.

Rick suddenly realized that this stuff was even rarer than jam.

Tens of thousands of farms in the distance turned off their lights on time.

The patrol lights of the cornerstone sequence moved between the field ridges.

Order is like a net, quietly spread across the earth.

Rick placed the repaired shovel by the door and muttered something under his breath:

"May the one who holds the seal be in good health."

That morning on the farm was just a speck of dust among millions of migrating families.

The population transfer began the moment Lawson arrived on the Vigilant Star.

Batch after batch of civilians disappeared from the lower nests, refuge layers, water purification plant dormitories, factory sheds, temporary medical stations, and war zone transfer points of the warning star, only to reappear on the 318 planets of the Agrippina Sector.

Some people were sent to the agricultural world to learn planting, irrigation, storage, and livestock breeding.

Some people enter the periphery of the foundry world, receive basic industrial training, and become parts assemblers, ore sorters, and transport track maintenance workers.

Some were placed in the re-purified Nest City world, under the management of the Cornerstone Sequence, to fill positions in corpse disposal, water purification, starport hoisting, orbital storage, and urban reconstruction.

The population of Vigilant Star is too large, 176 billion people.

Even in Terra, this number could be swallowed up by the ancient administrative layers, the endless underground structures, and the entire imperial support system.

If placed on a warning star, it would be a powder keg that's constantly emitting smoke.

The Vigilant Star is a fortress node at Nak'rmund Pass, a center for the production and maintenance of fortress-level Void Shields, and the burial site of Blackrock deposits and ancient structures.

It was supposed to be a shield.

But the empire's thousands of years of chaotic governance have crammed too many people behind this shield.

The hive city was teeming with workers, refugees, pilgrims, deserters, noble servants, transport slaves, debtors, families of the old legions, and mining migrants.

There is a shortage of food, water, medical care, public security, and housing.

Every shortage becomes fertile ground for underground forces.

The commoner prince grew up in this kind of environment.

If the workers who descended to the nest could drink clean water, if children could be screened, if union ledgers were actually checked, if water purification stations didn't rely on gangs to maintain order, and if the nobles didn't treat tens of millions of laborers as talking expendable resources, the tentacles of the Venerable Father Wretch wouldn't have spread across the entire planet.

Population itself is a resource.

If misplaced, resources can become a disaster.

For every additional 100 million people on the alert star, there are pressures on food supply, water allocation, public security, and genetic pollution screening.

The transfer to the Agrippina Sector will provide farm labor, foundry capacity, starport maintenance personnel, mine workers, PDF reserve forces, and future taxpayers.

A sector-level war machine must place people in positions where they can generate value.

After the Sky Cleansing Project, the pollution of the 318 planets in Agrippina has been largely suppressed.

Many planets that originally could only survive in enclosed domes have begun to expand their habitats for transplanting hardy plants in the wild.

According to Lawson's plan, Vigilant Star will eventually retain a population of around 30 billion.

Three hundred billion is still a huge number for a fortress-level industrial city.

However, it can maintain defense, industry, shields, starports, orbital elevators, Blackrock surveillance, Narkmond Pass transit, and refugee diversion functions.

Refugees from all corners of the Empire’s dark side will continue to arrive at Vigilant Star.

Then let's divert the traffic.

Those who can go to the agricultural world, go to the agricultural world.

Those that can be integrated into the casting system should be integrated into the casting system.

Those with combat potential are sifted into the new PDF.

Those at risk of contamination should be isolated.

Those who are guilty will be put to trial.

The Vigilant Star is no longer a giant pit that swallows everyone up and leaves them to rot in the lower levels.

It will become a checkpoint.

It becomes a sieve.

It became the gate in Lawson's hands leading to the Holy Face of the Empire.

However, the stability brought about by the population migration did not satisfy the upper-class nobles of the Vigilant Star.

Instead, they started to get restless.

After the commoner prince was wiped out, more than 70% of the noble circle on Vigilant Star collapsed.

Many ancient surnames have been proven to have gene-stealer lineages.

These people were executed, reformed, exiled, and had their property confiscated.

They left a lot of vacancies.

Tax revenue sharing corresponding to old parliamentary seats, etc.

These items were once the subject of tacit agreements among nobles.

A war that wiped out 70% of the old families was seen as both a disaster and an opportunity by the surviving nobles.

Once the fear subsides, greed crawls out of the bones.

Saint Harbor Wartime Command Court, Old Parliament Hall.