Chapter 561: Relocating Survivors

"Lord Horus!"

The few stood straight, raised their heads, and shouted in unison.

Horus looked up at these War Dog Space Marines who were half a head taller than himself, and spoke in a very mature tone.

"Hmm, it seems you are quite bored staying in the camp? Is the Meditation Training time arranged for you by Angron too short?"

"Reporting to Lord Horus! No!"

Fuderi hurriedly opened his mouth to answer.

What a joke; Father had already arranged for them to undergo three hours of Meditation Training every day, and they had only just managed to adapt to the current situation; they could not afford to increase the time.

"Alright, pack your equipment, head to the Military District Airport, and board the Transport Aircraft. You will follow other Legions to advance the front line and eliminate the Zerg Alien along the way."

Horus raised the corners of his mouth and said to the few in a relaxed tone.

"Task!"

"Eliminate the Alien!"

Upon hearing this news, the few felt a sudden joy in their hearts and immediately replied.

"Understood! Lord Horus!"

Fourth Defense Zone Outer City.

As batches of survivors from the Seventh Defense Zone were brought to the Fourth Defense Zone by Transport Aircraft over the past few days, the population of the Fourth Defense Zone surged instantly.

And the ruins of the Fourth Defense Zone were gradually decreasing as the population continued to increase.

"Lord Kaxi, this is already the 18th batch of survivors transported from the Seventh Defense Zone today. The Seventh Defense Zone side says the remaining survivors will all be delivered tomorrow."

A young woman in uniform stood behind Kaxi, reporting the situation of the survivors in the Fourth Defense Zone today to Kaxi.

"Another nearly 100,000 people. These survivors look like their mental state has returned to normal; they only need a few days of training, and then they can perform normal work in the Fourth Defense Zone."

Hearing Kaxi say this, the young woman nodded in agreement as well.

"That's right, it's truly incredible. Logically speaking, the Seventh Defense Zone has been occupied by the Beast Race for so long; it's not to say all, but the vast majority of those survivors should have had a mental breakdown, and it would take a long time to recover to a normal level.

But the way they are now, how was it done?"

Kaxi smoothed out the hair that had been blown messy and said.

"It should be the work of Lord Vulkan's brother, Lord Angron. I had heard Lord Vulkan mention this lord before, saying that this lord is very good at helping others soothe their emotions."

Xiumini stepped off the Transport Aircraft. At this moment, she was wearing a dark gray coat, and the palm extending from the cuff took the identification card handed over by the Fourth Defense Zone staff member.

"This will be your new home. First, let me confirm your identity."

"Xiu... Xiumini."

Xiumini took a white identity card with her severed finger, only to hear this staff member say to her again.

"According to the information on the list, your mental state is better than other survivors, so we would like you to help us settle other survivors. Of course, this depends on your willingness."

The scar at the corner of Xiumini's mouth twitched, and she said with some hesitation in her tone.

"Can... can I be of help?"

"Of course, we will arrange a separate residence for you, and you have lived in the same environment as them before; I believe you will definitely be a big help!"

Hearing the affirmation from this staff member, Xiumini

"Okay, if I can be of help, then that would be for the best."

"Great, let's go, I'll take you to the place where you'll be living first."

Xiumini followed behind this staff member, her light blue pupils watching the surroundings; everything here was completely different from the Seventh Defense Zone.

This place was like heaven; even in her own fantasies, she had not depicted such a scene.

She saw some children holding red books, discussing something with each other; the cover of the books was an icon similar to a tool.

"This place is truly too beautiful."

Xiumini said with feeling, her tone somewhat relaxed.

"This place was actually almost occupied by the Beast Race before, really, just by a hair's breadth."

Mentioning this, the staff member walking in front became interested instantly, and said with a tone of deep emotion.

"However, just when we were all in despair, thinking that death was only a matter of time, that person appeared! The Emperor! His arrival thwarted the spirit of the Beast Race, wiped out all the Beast Race that were attacking us, and rescued the survivors imprisoned by the Beast Race from the edge of hell."

Hearing the two words "The Emperor," Xiumini remembered the Salamanders Space Marines who had rescued her; they also seemed to mention these two words from time to time.

"The Emperor... it seems the people who rescued us also mentioned him."

"That's right, the great Emperor not only saved us but also drew back the curtain on humanity's counterattack against the Alien Race. We are finally no longer living in fear, no longer needing to worry about the invasion of the Alien Race.

The Emperor once said that as long as we can contribute to Human Civilization, our efforts will also become a means to attack the Alien Race!

Ah! Praise the Emperor!"

Seeing the excited expression of this staff member, Xiumini could not help but also feel a sense of respect for that Emperor.

"If you have time, you can go to the Workers Association to take a look. It is said that the Xiunu there was once a survivor who was personally rescued from a cage by the Emperor."

Xiumini silently noted the name the staff member had said, squeezing a faint smile onto her face.

"Okay, I will go there to take a look."

Arriving at an apartment building, the receptionist asked Xiumini in a gentle tone if she had an identity card. When Xiumini handed the identity card to this receptionist, she saw the other party staring blankly at the location of her severed finger stump.

"Sorry, this... this was earlier when the Beast Race... my..."

"No, no, no, child, I didn't mean that. I was just cursing those Alien Race fiercely in my heart; such beautiful hands actually became incomplete. But don't worry, the Emperor will definitely wipe out those Beast Race."

Saying this, the receptionist took Xiumini's hand and asked.

"If my child were still alive, she should be about your age, too. Let's go, I'll take you to your room."

The kindness expressed by the other party reminded Xiumini of the song her mother hummed while knitting sweaters by the fireplace before the Seventh Defense Zone fell.

After Xiumini followed the receptionist into the apartment building, she saw a food cart distributing dinner—the caramel scent of muffins in the onboard oven made Xiumini's nose twitch involuntarily.

So fragrant.

Xiumini arrived at her room and saw a corner of the pale cyan curtain being lifted by a gentle breeze.

"This is your room; if you have any questions, you can come to me."

"Thank you, I am truly very grateful to you."

The receptionist gave Xiumini a hug and said in a gentle tone.

"No need to thank me, child. You are very lucky to have held out until the Emperor's rescue. Cheer up! Use a better state of mind to contribute to Human Civilization. Praise the Emperor!"