"Budelin, go to the military department on the lower level. A platoon's worth of retired equipment is more than enough to deal with these slaves," Agamemnus instructed his confidant, revealing the source of his absolute confidence in suppressing the miners this time. At the same time, he took out a token for the other party. With this token, he would be able to retrieve these weapons and equipment.
It would be incredibly simple for a company's worth of weapons and equipment from Kiavahr to blast open a stone fortress. Even the power unleashed by the lightest Gryphon-class heavy mortar was more than a stone-built fortress could withstand. What Agamemnus valued was a missile launcher from the heavy weapons team brought by this transaction.
"Master, according to the plan, the Second Dome is about to be put into use. Agamemnus is already preparing to clear out those disobedient slaves in the First Dome, but this will inevitably affect production on Kiavahr," the Old Butler, looking as if he had aged ten years younger and dressed in a simple butler's uniform, reported to the Tower Lord. Just thinking of that unlucky fellow, Agamemnus, made his heart leap with joy. He had helped the other party settle many matters, and his accumulated wealth had visibly increased by a third.
The Old Butler's greatest emotion during this period was how good it was for people below to make mistakes. If they didn't make mistakes, how would wealth increase? If they made mistakes, how could one progress without taking advantage?
"Once those troublemakers are cleared out, everything will naturally return to normal. For the missing quota, the slaves in the Second Dome will just have to endure a bit more hardship," Akarin said indifferently.
The mining management office of the Second Dome employed a different method: all miners would be separated and individually confined in different prisons. Once the High Tower finished clearing out the troublemakers, the First Dome would also undergo this transformation. Over the long years, many large and small uprisings had erupted on Lycaeus, but each time they were swiftly suppressed.
Well, rather than uprisings, it was more accurate to say they were the final acts of madness, driven by hunger that had stripped them of reason. Hunger devours all courage, reason, and anger.
This unprecedented general strike was undoubtedly a harsh slap across the Tower Lord's face. Coupled with Kiavahr's increasing demand for minerals, this led to the birth of the Second Dome.
Constructing an entirely new dome was no simple task; it required the combined strength of all Kiavahr to complete such a grand project. The only advantage of the 30K era was that highly developed technology compressed the construction time for such massive projects to just a few years. Given that the primary function of these domes was merely to provide slaves with breathable air and gravity, as well as the large water resources needed for mining, and since the noble lords wouldn't be living there, there was no need for comfort or a beautiful environment, nor the complex functions required in hive worlds. Within half a year, Kiavahr could construct this Second Dome.
"Does Master need to mobilize the garrison for assistance?" the Old Butler, concerned about the foremen's combat effectiveness, asked the Tower Lord.
"If I give Agamemnus a platoon's worth of weapons and he still can't take this camp, then after it's done, let him suffer and go mine," Akarin said, putting down what he was doing and narrowing his eyes.
"It is Agamemnus's honor to be personally ordered by Master to mine," the Old Butler respectfully handed Akarin a cup of sleeping tea and then withdrew. Over the long years, he had long grown familiar with his Master's various daily habits. This was already the time for the Tower Lord to rest.
The tall wooden door slowly closed under the Old Butler's careful movements, cutting off contact with the outside. The indoor lighting began to gradually shift from bright illumination to warm and comforting colors.
Inside the warmly lit room, a pitch-black shadow, like a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, slowly and unhurriedly slipped out through the crack of the tightly closed large door. Neither Akarin, who was already emitting faint snores, nor the various detection devices in the room, detected this eerie scene.
Corax maintained his shadow form, constantly moving about in the shadows of various corners of the High Tower. As long as there was a shadowed area, his shadow transformation did not consume much psychic energy. Of course, Corax's shadow ability was not without a solution. If one created an area with no shadows, his stealth would quickly be exposed. Naturally, such a tactic could also be devised to ambush Corax, but the Primarch would soon use his actions to make the opponent clearly recognize reality: what is called the violent aesthetics from a Primarch.
"A platoon's worth of weapons, how can they be utilized to maximize their effectiveness?" Corax pondered as he walked in the darkness. Moving them was certainly impossible. Even if Corax was a Primarch, his tall stature meant he couldn't carry that much weaponry and equipment. At this critical juncture, Agamemnus would also send people to inspect this equipment at irregular intervals.
"Set booby traps, remote detonation, or an ambush mid-way?" These options appeared in Corax's mind. Each option had its advantages and disadvantages. Booby traps could be triggered at any time, leading to premature exposure of the plan. Remote detonation was easy to detect. A mid-way ambush carried the highest risk but offered the greatest reward.
After a moment of thought, Corax decided to first see what weapons and equipment they had before making a decision. What to do depended on how much damage these weapons could inflict on the camp and which plan was the safest.
"Push harder, get this big guy in!" Four strong foremen, bare-chested, were pushing a large piece of equipment into the armory. This massive piece, 4.6 meters long, 3.3 meters high, and 2.3 meters wide, weighing a full 3.5 tons, slowly and steadily rolled over every inch of the ground.
A heavy mortar, heavy artillery equipped by the Kiavahr Armored Infantry Regiment, which was an ultra-heavy mortar. The primary duty of the High Tower's army was to guard the High Tower. If it were to undertake offensive missions, this thing, with a slight modification based on the Chimera chassis, would transform into a Gryphon self-propelled artillery.
The huge steel wheels were successfully pushed into the warehouse with the cooperation of the four men. The previously spacious warehouse immediately became incredibly crowded after this heavy mortar and 10 shells were squeezed in. After a detailed inspection, a group of trained foremen closed the armory door.
"They treat heavy mortars like this? Don't they need to check the shells?" Corax emerged from the darkness with a puzzled look after confirming it was safe.
The reason was simple: these foremen simply brought the items in, arranged them, and then left them alone. Although the heavy mortar was not a rare weapon, for the miners' crude stone fortress, one high-explosive shell was enough to blast open the fortress gate. Any remaining shell that landed on the camp would cause terrifying casualties.