Governing a Nation is Not Easy, the Emperor Sighed

At this moment, the Imperial Palace.

When Arcturus entered the war room, the Emperor's chief engineer, Rory Swann, was barging out the door. This Meinhoff man, as tough and stubborn as a Kel-Morian mining drill, wore a well-tailored suit yet still looked like a butcher who had just finished slaughtering pigs. Arcturus would have bet that Swann had only been scrubbed clean by his subordinates moments before heading to the palace.

Any cabinet official who had dealt with Swann admitted that the chief engineer was even busier than the Emperor of the Terran Empire. He preferred to spend every spare moment outside work drinking beer and chatting.

The heavy fighter production lines on Nafu II and Noris VI rolled out a Viking every few minutes on average. In peacetime, it would have taken them at least half a month to achieve that, and these newly built fighters certainly had not appeared out of thin air.

Unless absolutely necessary, Swann would never set foot in the Imperial Palace, even though the residence the Emperor had granted him stood right at its foot. Given Swann's outstanding contributions to the Empire, no one would question his right to such special treatment.

Rory Swann commanded some of the Empire's finest designers, engineers, and metalworkers. Other teams in the Imperial Engineering Corps were also manufacturing tanks and large mechs. Construction was only a small part of their work; as the war between the Empire and Amon continued to escalate, repairing damaged machinery and dealing with space wrecks that had to be scrapped were the real headaches.

These people were true superhumans as well. Under extremely harsh conditions, the field engineering corps dispatched to various battlefields could even handcraft aviation components or build a planetary fortress from scratch.

An Imperial engineer on Char had once, in