"Budelin, make a trip to the military department on the lower levels. The retired equipment of a single company will be more than enough to deal with those slaves." Agamemnon showed his confidant the basis for his absolute confidence in suppressing the miners this time.
At the same time, he handed Budelin a token. With it, he would be able to withdraw the weapons and equipment.
A company's worth of Kiavahr weaponry would find it laughably easy to blast apart a stone fortress. Even the power unleashed by the lightest Griffon-class Heavy Mortar was more than a fortress built of stone could withstand.
What Agamemnon valued was the Heavy Howitzer among the heavy weapons team brought by this deal.
"Master, according to the plan, the Second Dome is about to be put into use. Agamemnon is already preparing to purge the disobedient slaves in the First Dome, but this will inevitably affect production on Kiavahr." The old butler, who looked as though he had become ten years younger, wore a simple butler's uniform as he reported to the Lord of the High Tower.
Whenever he thought of that unlucky fool Agamemnon, his heart could not help but leap with joy. He had helped clean up many of Agamemnon's messes, and the wealth he had accumulated had visibly increased by a third.
Over this period, the old butler's greatest realization had been that it was good when those below made mistakes. How else could one's wealth grow if they did not make mistakes? If they made mistakes and he did not take anything, how could he improve?
"Once those troublemakers are purged, everything will naturally return to normal. As for the missing quota, make the slaves in the Second Dome suffer a little more." Akalin spoke indifferently.
The miners of the Second Dome were managed by another method. All miners would be separated and locked individually in different prisons. Once the Tower had finished purging the troublemakers, the First Dome would undergo the same transformation.
Rather than an uprising, it was more like a final frenzy launched by people driven mad by hunger. Hunger would devour all of a person's courage, reason, and anger.
This unprecedented general strike had delivered a vicious slap to the Lord of the High Tower's face. Coupled with Kiavahr's ever-increasing demand for minerals, it led to the birth of the Second Dome.
Building an entirely new dome was no simple matter. It was a massive undertaking that required the combined strength of all Kiavahr to complete.
The only benefit of the 30K Era was that its highly advanced technology compressed the time needed for such a vast project into a few years.
Since the dome's primary functions were merely to provide the slaves with breathable air, gravity, and the large quantities of water needed for mining, there was no need to care about comfort, a pleasant environment, or the myriad complex functions required by a Hive World. The noble lords would not be living there anyway. In just over half a year, Kiavahr could build the Second Dome.
"Master, do you need to mobilize the garrison to assist?" Concerned about the combat ability of the overseers, the old butler sought the Lord of the High Tower's instructions.
"If I give Agamemnon a company's worth of weapons and he still cannot take down that camp, then after this is over, let him suffer a little while mining." Akalin set down what he was working on and narrowed his eyes.
"To be personally ordered by Master to mine is Agamemnon's honor." The old butler respectfully served Akalin a cup of sleep tea before withdrawing.
Over the long years, he had already become familiar with every habit of his master's daily life. At this hour, the Lord of the High Tower needed to rest.
Under the old butler's careful movements, the tall wooden doors slowly closed, cutting off all contact with the outside world. The room's lighting gradually shifted from bright radiance into warm, comfortable hues.
Within the room suffused with warm light, a pitch-black shadow leisurely slipped out through the crack in the tightly shut doors.
Neither Akalin, who was already letting out faint snores, nor the various detection devices in the room noticed this strange scene.
Maintaining his shadow form, Korax drifted through the shadows in every corner of the Tower. So long as there were shadows, remaining in shadow form did not consume much Psychic Power.
Of course, Korax's shadow ability was not without a counter. If someone created a place without shadows, his stealth would quickly be exposed. Such tactics could also be used to ambush Korax. But the Primarch would soon use his actions to make them understand reality—what the violent aesthetics of a Primarch truly meant.
"A company's worth of weapons... How can I use them to maximize their effectiveness?" Korax pondered as he walked through the darkness.
He definitely could not carry them away. Even though Korax was a Primarch and possessed a towering frame, he could not take that much weaponry and equipment. At such a critical moment, Agamemnon would also send people to inspect the equipment at irregular intervals.
"Set booby traps, detonate them remotely, or ambush them on the way?" These options surfaced in Korax's mind.
Each option had its own advantages and disadvantages. Booby traps could be triggered at any time, exposing the plan ahead of schedule. Remote detonation could easily be discovered during inspection. An ambush along the way carried the greatest risk, but also the greatest reward.
After pondering for a moment, Korax decided to first see what weapons and equipment they had before making a decision.
What he did would depend on how much damage these weapons could inflict on the camp, and which plan was the safest.
"Put your backs into it! Push this big thing inside!" Four powerfully built overseers, bare-chested, were pushing a massive object into the armory.
This enormous thing, 4.6 meters long, 3.3 meters high, 2.3 meters wide, and weighing a full 3.5 tons, rolled slowly yet steadily over every inch of ground.
It was a Heavy Howitzer, the heavy firepower equipped by Kiavahr infantry regiments—an ultra-heavy mortar. The Tower's forces were mainly responsible for defending the Tower. If it were assigned an offensive role, this thing could be slightly modified on a Chimera chassis and transformed into a Griffon Self-Propelled Gun.
With the four men working together, the enormous steel wheels were successfully pushed into the warehouse. The formerly spacious storage room immediately became incredibly cramped after this Heavy Howitzer and ten shells were crammed inside.
After a thorough inspection, the trained overseers closed the armory doors.
"They treat Heavy Howitzers like this? They do not even inspect the shells?" After confirming it was safe, Korax emerged from the darkness with a puzzled expression...
The reason was simple. These overseers merely transported the items inside, arranged them, and then ignored them.
Though the Heavy Howitzer was not some precious weapon, against the miners' shabby stone fortress, one high-explosive shell would be enough to blast open the fortress gates. Any of the remaining shells landing in the camp could inflict horrifying casualties.
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