Chapter 497: Angron Arrives at the New City-State (1)

Ninth Defense Zone New City-State.

The former Councilor Daixi was currently checking various documents inside her newly built office.

Sunlight shone into the office through the window, reflecting off the sweat seeping from Daixi's forehead.

Just after Daixi set an application aside, she heard a rhythmic sound of footsteps coming from outside.

"Councilor Daixi, the construction work of our New City-State is nearing its end, and the supplies transported from the Outer City are also being shipped to the various Legions on the front lines through here."

Daixi's assistant walked in from outside the office, saw the busy Daixi, and began to report the situation on their side.

After hearing her assistant's report, Daixi put down the document in her hand, pondered for a moment, and then said.

"Strengthen the patrols near the warehouse, and tell the residents of the New City-State not to approach that area; if any suspicious persons are found near the warehouse, arrest them first and investigate later."

Upon hearing Daixi say this, the assistant hesitated for a few seconds and then said.

"Councilor Daixi, will doing this cause panic among the residents?"

"That is why we must let the residents know in advance that the warehouse area is a restricted zone; as long as they go there, there will inevitably be something suspicious.

If they maintain Loyalty to the Emperor, they should not go to the warehouse area and increase our burden.

Once the residents know the situation, if anyone goes to the warehouse again and gets arrested, it will not cause panic; they will only think that those who go to the warehouse have ill intentions."

After hearing this, the assistant nodded and replied.

"Yes! I will go down and handle this matter right away."

New City-State Landing Pad.

Residents were coming and going, sorting various supplies and loading them onto transport trucks or unloading them from transport trucks.

A soldier wearing a khaki uniform with Bulletproof Armor over it was standing guard at a sentry post, holding a Laser Gun.

Not far away, another soldier in the same attire walked up to this soldier, fully armed.

"Kusake, it's time for the shift change."

This soldier walked up to Kusake and said after a standard salute.

He looked at this Reserve Army soldier and said in a flat tone.

"Password."

This Reserve Army soldier said solemnly.

"For the Emperor."

Seeing this, Kusake also opened his mouth to reply.

"The Light of Humanity endures forever."

The two exchanged positions, and after saluting again, only then did Kusake relax his tense body, slung his Laser Gun behind his back, and raised his right arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The setting sun plated the metal deck of the Landing Pad with an amber halo; the engines of the Transport Aircraft were cooling down, and as steam spilled from the vents, it emitted a harmony similar to a pipe organ.

The Double-Headed Eagle emblem glowed with golden light on the outer wall of the Airport control tower, and outside the Airport warehouse, it was piled high with supply crates labeled for shipment to various Legions.

Six workers wearing grease-stained overalls were steadily moving supply crates printed with the Double-Headed Eagle emblem into the cargo hold of a transport truck.

One of the workers had pupils glowing with white light, reducing the gravity of the supply crates to the minimum so that the other workers could use less effort and avoid collisions between the supply crates.

"With your telekinesis, we save a lot of effort moving things."

The worker who had awakened telekinesis smiled, and after the supply crate was placed steadily into the transport truck, he said.

"This is all thanks to the Emperor; if the Emperor hadn't sent an Angel to rescue me from the Zerg Breeding Ground, I might have already become Zerg excrement."

The old worker who was moving a canister smiled, revealing a toothless gap; he didn't have time to take off his grease-stained gloves and crossed his hands over his chest.

"Thank the Emperor for saving us."

In the loading area thirty meters away, the foreman wearing a khaki uniform struck a bronze bell.

More than twenty workers immediately stopped their work and turned in unison toward the east to begin evening prayers.

Their shadows were stretched long by the setting sun, weaving into geometric patterns with the shadows of the neatly stacked supply crates.

The Automatic Turret at the sentry post rotated rhythmically, its metal joints emitting a crisp clicking sound.

Kusake, the Reserve Army soldier who had just changed shifts, saw three children running past outside the cordon, holding paper airplanes.

The oldest girl threw her plane toward the sky; a crude drawing of a Double-Headed Eagle was crookedly drawn on the wing.

A smile curled at the corner of Kusake's mouth; if it were before, he would never have seen such a scene, until the appearance of that Emperor, which changed the lives of people like them.

It made the threat of the Alien Race gradually move away from the area where they lived now, and it stopped them from living like machines that only knew how to labor hard in exchange for meager food.

Kusake looked at the lights flickering on in the residential area in the distance and suddenly heard a sound coming from his stomach.

He touched the ration pack hanging at his waist, which contained the synthetic protein bar he had stuffed in that morning.

Just then, Kusake felt a mass of Gray Mist appear in the evening sky, and immediately after, a Transport Aircraft appeared above the Airport.

"Eh? Strange, are there still supplies being transported from the Outer City today?"

As Kusake said this, he put the synthetic protein bar to his mouth and bit off a piece, chewing it in his mouth.

Mmm, delicious, it's just that it doesn't have much flavor.

As the Transport Aircraft landed slowly, Kusake also walked toward the Transport Aircraft; when the cabin door of the Transport Aircraft opened, Kusake's chewing motion also stopped.

His pupils constricted, his eyes widened involuntarily, and the hand holding the synthetic protein bar began to tremble uncontrollably.

This... this... isn't this Lord Angron? Could it be that his eyes were playing tricks on him?

Kusake hurriedly rubbed his eyes and looked again at Angron, who was walking out of the cabin of the Transport Aircraft, confirming that he had not seen wrong.

It is Lord Angron!

The excited Kusake put the bitten synthetic protein bar back into his ration pack, tidied his appearance, trotted to the front of Angron, and said with a standard salute.

"Lord Angron!"

"Oh? It's you! Have you already become a soldier?"

After Angron walked off the Transport Aircraft, he discovered that this soldier was looking at him with a shocked expression, and his face seemed familiar... was he the resident he had seen during that Demon invasion?

Seeing this soldier trot all the way to him and salute, Angron also said to the soldier with a smile on his face.

"You... you still remember me?"

Kusake had originally thought Angron would not remember him, and had even prepared a speech for himself.

He had not expected that Lord Angron would actually remember him! Remember a common, ordinary soldier like him! He is truly the Emperor's progeny, truly Lord Angron!

"Mm, you were indeed very brave at the time. I have just arrived at the New City-State; do you have a Task to carry out?"

Kusake answered with a resonant and forceful voice.

"Reporting to Lord Angron! No, I have just finished changing shifts!"