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Chapter 149 This is what cosmic civilization looks like (please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)
"I didn't expect that the alien wrapped in green light would have such prestige here. This time I have to thank that alien very much."

Mira stood beside Martin, awkwardly thanking Abin Su who had helped them twice invisibly.

“Does race really matter?”

Martin asked his adjutant softly, standing in the elevator that connected the land, sky and space station of Al Star.

He still couldn't understand why the Empire was hostile to other races in the first place.

This stupid policy does not benefit the empire in any way except to make the four troublemakers happy.

Although the major forces in the Warhammer world are very abstract, the Empire never thought of changing the abstract facts during its strongest period and only wanted to charge forward.

When the Emperor sat on the golden toilet and Guilliman was assassinated and began to lie on the bed, the Imperial bureaucrats were unable to maintain the state system, and could only use the ideology of "it's all the aliens' fault" to maintain the existence of the Empire.

The officials of the empire preached to the citizens "maintaining the purity of mankind for the sake of the Emperor", and the citizens believed it.

As for what this so-called purity is and why it should be maintained, the imperial bureaucrats will not explain, and the citizens have no interest in understanding.

In a tough world like Warhammer, people need a reason to stick together and survive, even if it is an absurd reason.

Mira smiled slightly, tucked her fallen hair behind her ears, and said, "I don't understand these. I only know one thing - it's absolutely right to obey your orders, Captain."

Martin was stunned and said helplessly: "Okay, if you are willing to listen to me, it will be considered progress."

He did not continue the topic, but stepped out of the elevator and entered the market built in the atmosphere.

Although Alxing is a huge trading port, there is no sign of chaos. It is not like the markets in the agricultural era, which are messy and completely unplanned.

"Welcome to Alstar!"

Martin had just entered the market.

A service robot with only a big head rolled in front of them, spit out two illustrated books, and handed them to Martin and Mira with its mechanical arm.

"I'm a service robot, employee number 12138. You can use the illustrated guide to search for stores. If you need anything, you can call my employee number at any time."

After saying that, the robot retracted its two mechanical arms, turned into a big round head, and continued to roll to serve the next customer.

Martin casually swiped the terminal in his hand a few times and nodded, "Alxing's service is better than I thought!"

To be honest, Martin didn't have high expectations for the services of this trading port at first.

According to the description in the comics, most of the alien planets in this universe operate according to capitalist market principles.

This principle is that everything is for speculation and appreciation, alienating everything in life into cold numbers, throwing them into the game of proliferation, and then passing them on through bloodline and personal dependencies such as teacher-student relationships.

It is based on this principle that there are so many black markets and so-called killings in the novels that Martin read in his previous life.

Because those exchanges themselves are not driven by the necessary needs of personal life, but are driven by some stupid pleasure mechanism.

Al Star did not allow this tendency to run rampant, and took a series of measures to control the merchants on the planet.

The most obvious regulation is the one related to the location of shops.

As long as a life form that has not been bound by the universal laws and regulations of the universe wants to do business or settle down in Al Star, it can obtain a standard-sized plot of land by applying to the relevant work department.

There is no need to pay any rental deposit, and the applicant only needs to complete a certain number of public services on time to retain the right to use the land.

"Is this what a universe looks like?"

Martin looked at the various regulations and rules of Alxing and nodded with satisfaction.

This trading port is certainly not a perfect place and it has many problems, but the managers of this place have the ability and willingness to correct these shortcomings, and that is enough.

Mira must be more sensitive to these things than a Space Marine with far superior intelligence. After all, she is a mortal and it is she who deals with the Imperial bureaucrats. Over time, she naturally has sufficient experience.

Arstar is not much worse than the core world of the Empire, but such a place was built by a Green Lantern himself.

There are more than 7,000 Lanterns in the Green Lantern Corps. Even if there are only one-tenth of them like Abin Sur, and they can only live for a hundred years, how many worlds like the one in front of us can they help to create?

Perhaps there is indeed something wrong with the direction the empire is heading?

Mira couldn't help but have such thoughts in her mind.

Even with Martin's help, she, a mere Astra Militarum officer, did not even have the qualifications to enter Terra, so naturally she did not know about the changes made by Guilliman.

In her eyes, the Empire is the struggle of those outer worlds.

As for the great glory of the Terra world, it cannot reach the outside world at all, and the officials of Terra have no intention of doing such a thankless job.

Thinking of this, Mira relaxed and followed Martin to visit the huge sky city built in the atmosphere of Al Star.

Martin, a big guy wearing power armor, is not very conspicuous when walking in the sky city.

The alien races gathered here include not only carbon-based and silicon-based creatures, but also gas-form, electronic-form, and all kinds of life forms, and the things they sell are also strange.

Martin's main focus is of course technological products, especially civilian technological products.

The Empire's scientific research and technology are almost all monopolized by the Mechanicus, and the scientific research capabilities of this alienated religion rely on two legs.

One leg is how to find the human heritage of the golden age, which people jokingly call "digging graves."

The other leg is that the Mechanicus relied on their own efforts to transform the legacy of the Golden Age into various military equipment.

It’s not that there aren’t people who care about civilian technology, but they are often low-level servants within the Mechanicus and receive no resource support at all.

Mira was dazzled by the dazzling array of civilian technologies.

Not to mention the various machines developed for the convenience of the family, but the various special medicines and medical devices also made this outstanding officer of the Star Army itchy.

The Empire's medical technology was not bad, but it was expensive, and the great scholars had no intention of lowering the cost and popularizing it.

Buy, buy, buy...

Martin bought whatever he was interested in. Although he did not have universal credit points from Alstar, fortunately, the cruiser stored a considerable amount of gold, silver, and ceramic steel, materials that did not exist in the DC universe.

There were not many merchants in Sky City who were interested in gold and silver, but ceramic steel, a new and unfamiliar material, aroused their interest.

Soon, Martin got a lot of what he wanted.

He said to Mira happily: "With these things, even if the old men of the Mechanicus insist on the style of academic cliques, you can also form your own scientific research team."

Martin specially changed to a set of textbooks that were close to the human industrial system, and there were many industrial mother machines, enough to build a simple industrial production line.

"Of course, I will let Sidonus report this to Guilliman. With his support, the resistance should be less."

Mira nodded happily.

Martin received a call and his smile disappeared instantly: "Happy times are always short-lived. Let's go, something bad is happening again!"

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