Think about it every day: We are all gold coins in the hands of the emperor.

The air port of the fortress planet Kadian is always overcrowded, especially the queue in front of the ticket window, which makes me feel very stressed, and it feels even more terrifying than being stuffed in a Chimerari with a team of Oglian ape soldiers. There have been many times when I've wanted to find a frag grenade and blast out those who are in front of me—the emperor is on top to keep me safe from the temptation of abuse.

We are all gold coins in the hands of the emperor, looking at this scene in the airport, I feel that the emperor's wealth is really inexhaustible.

The hall was heavily guarded, with heavily armed soldiers standing guard every few dozen meters, and a large number of mobile sentry posts walking around. I closed my eyes and began to nap, letting the crowd wrap me around me and drift towards the ticket gate.

Even on the artillery front, I can still sleep at any time in my free time. Staying energetic is one of the secrets of a soldier's long-term survival.

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"Please show your ID." A voice coming at me.

In a daze, I took out my ID and handed it to the window. The familiar touch on the document sobered me up, I felt that I had taken the wrong document, but it was too late, and before I could take out my military ID, the middle-aged woman in the uniform of the Imperial Navy in the window had already snatched the document from my hand and opened it.

Then she immediately changed her face and unconsciously read my ID out loud.

"Mount Il, Imperial Psyker, Registered Level 2B......"

The name is certainly not my original name, after all, my native language is not Gothic. The second of the registration level refers to the loyalty level, like this level will generally be assigned to the official department of the empire such as the defense army, and the first level is likely to go to the core institutions such as the state religion and the Inquisition, B is the ability level, ABCD is the ranking of Lower Gothic, and in High Gothic, it corresponds to Alpha α, Beta, and β so on.

Although the hall was full of people, there were still many people who heard those words, and in an instant a large area near me fell silent, as if even breathing was about to condense, and then, the ubiquitous feeling of pushing and shoving also disappeared, and everyone rushed to stay away from me, forming an uninhabited space with a radius of one meter around me. They hid their faces and voices from me, not daring to make any movements, for fear of triggering my anger and leading to unpredictable disasters.

Without people's cover, the way I float in the air without my feet touching is so eye-catching.

When napping, self-control is poor, and a trace of psionic energy leaks out unconsciously.

Psionic energy is always a mysterious, depraved, and uncontrollable force. If it weren't for the fact that the empire also needed the power of psionics, we would have had no choice but to destroy it.

Everyone is a gold coin in the Emperor's hand, and the psionics are of the higher denominations - but far from the highest.

So we have to keep a low profile, because if it's exposed, it's going to be the awkward situation we are in – or worse.

There were a few messages in my head, they were several other psionics in the same hall, and I had already noticed their existence, but this was the first time I had communicated with each other. They all conveyed feelings of regret and comfort to me, and one of them accidentally sent a mood of schadenfreude.

A group of soldiers squeezed through the crowd to the scene of the riot, guns aimed at my body from all angles. And that's not the worst, I'm sure I'll tear them apart a split second before they pull the trigger, or take a more low-key approach and erase the recent memories of everyone in the scene to make them forget about my savings......

I didn't do anything, though. After all, I am a registered psyker, and my status is much higher than that of ordinary people. These small denominations of gold would not dare to attack someone of my level without an order. Of course, in order to prevent some idiot from going mad, I quietly opened the psionic shield. …,

Next, I was taken to a separate hut somewhere. These poorly equipped rooms are only accessible to certain high-ranking figures, such as planetary governors or defense generals.

I had already shown my other ID, my Defence Force officer ID, and even if the Defence Force and the Navy were not subordinate to each other and their status was a head shorter, my status as a lieutenant colonel would at least allow those soldiers to salute me and salute me and something. In order to prevent me from using my rank to oppress people, they sent a colonel out to interrogate me—or rather surveillance, or reception, as they call it.

The ranks of the navy are generally higher, and even the woman who sold the ticket just now wears a lieutenant epaulettes, and in the defense army, most of the soldiers are born and die for twenty or thirty years, and it is already the emperor's blessing to be able to retire as a second lieutenant platoon commander.

The colonel was not much older than me, had no signs of war, and was clearly a full-time civilian officer—the navy's bureaucracy was notoriously bloated, and the ships were breaking down one less ship. Who made the family have a high rank, I had to salute first.

"Imperial Defence Force, Chief of Staff of the 251st Regiment of Kadian, First Class Battlemancer, Lieutenant Colonel Ilshan."

"Imperial Navy Logistics, Colonel Aperius." He raised his hand in return with the standard gesture, and spoke a round Gothic language. As a poor kid from a wild world, my ability to learn Gothic is a testament to my efforts, but fortunately there is no communication barrier between the two languages.

The Colonel flipped through my military ID and waved his hand very kindly and easily to send the soldiers who were escorting me out, leaving only the two of us in this small room.

Dare to face a psyker alone, this guy looks pretty good and should be worthy of his title of colonel. I could feel the nervousness in his heart, but his face was very well controlled.

After each of them sat down, he returned my documents to me and asked, "Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel, where are you going?" ”

"Hazy Star Field, Abitok Province, Melved Branch."

"Melved......" the colonel muttered, "there are six of them...... Oh no, it's five planets now, three of which are inhabited, which one are you going to go to? ”

This question is a bit out of line. Generally speaking, the Imperial Navy's transport ships are responsible for long-distance voyages between systems, and private shipping within the system can solve the problem.

With tens of millions of stars and millions of inhabited planets in the middle of the empire, this colonel can tell the general information of a galaxy in one bite, he can't memorize the entire map of the galaxy, right? How big a chip should he have in his head?

"Fourth planet."

"Fourth...... Sogen, a savage world, isn't it? Is it a holiday trip? For travel, I recommend the third planet, Elkis, which has a garden city in the agricultural world and a free officer resort. ”

The Colonel's behaviour was clearly beyond the scope of his work, and I was flattered by his enthusiasm. It's rare for ordinary people to treat psionics like this. What is the saying? Nothing to do......

"I'm in a recuperation period after the battle, and Sogan has my recuperation barracks. At the same time, I have to carry out conscription. It's my hometown, and it's easier for me to do the conscription. I answered truthfully.

"You don't look like a soldier from a savage world." He looked me up and down in amazement, as if he had forgotten my psyker status, and then he put away his joking tone and said, "Since you are on business, the voyage is free." You can choose to take a troop carrier, which will depart in a week's time, or a cargo ship, which will depart in four hours," he said, ...... he looked at his watch. If you choose the normal channel to buy a ticket to take the boat, you can only choose the boat in a week. ”…,

It's the first time I've heard that the Navy will provide free boat rides for single people, and I've taken a few free boats before, and that's with the Corps. Could it be that the Emperor woke up today and noticed me? It's been a long time since I've been in such a good situation.

Or maybe he just wants me to get out of here? This is the attitude that ordinary people should have towards psionics.

"I want to go immediately."

"How many people are with you? As far as I know, the rest of the Defence Force is the whole army together, not alone, as you are now. ”

"I also have a mechanical servant carrying my luggage. My corps you mentioned, after the last battle, all the survivors are now in front of you. ”

After an awkward silence, the Colonel stood up, "Please hurry up and get ready, the ship will depart soon, and you need to get to the space station quickly." ”

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Four hours may not seem like a short time, but I had to fly from the ground to the orbital fortress, find the one I was on among the hundreds of ships moored on the fortress, and with the busy schedule of the airport and the efficiency of the imperial bureaucracy, I could accomplish it in three hours, which can only be described as the emperor's blessing.

Finally caught up with the ship.

The "Porter" class was a medium-sized transport widely used by the Empire, which could be easily crammed into two standard infantry regiments of the Wehrmacht and the equipment they needed, if not too crowded, maybe three. The "Melved Picker" is one of these ships, which runs on the Kadian-Melved route. Like all the ships of the Empire, it is pitch black and angular, revealing a sense of history that has gone through vicissitudes.

When I boarded the ship, the loading was not over. The stevedores were busy transporting huge cargo crates onto the ship in a sentry mech-equipped mechanical arm modified from a sentry mech, and I wondered what was inside. The Melved system has an agricultural world and a nest city, which is not only completely self-sufficient, but also provides a constant supply of food, soldiers, and low-level industrial products for Kadian, including simple weapons such as live-ammunition firearms and fragmentation grenades. I can't imagine anything that needs to be transported from Kadian to Melved.

I thought I was going to be stuffed into the cargo compartment with the cargo, but unexpectedly, the captain of the transport ship looked me up and down a few times, and without saying a word, he assigned me a separate crew compartment. I can't help but rejoice that the emperor has really taken care of me today. It was clear that a mere guard officer uniform with the rank of lieutenant colonel would not have earned me such treatment in the Imperial Navy, and I guess the captain must have known my exact identity.

Now I remembered that for the Imperial Navy, psionics are not as terrifying as ordinary people say, the navy has many more opportunities to deal with psykers than ordinary people, and at least one navigator on each long-distance ship is a type of psyker, without their existence then no ship can sail through Guò subspace, and most ships are also equipped with Star Whisperers, which are psychic communicators who are responsible for long-range communication. Due to the fact that ships often travel in and out of subspace, the proportion of people born on ships is much higher than that of the general population.

Like every planet in the Empire, a ship is usually seen as a separate world, and except for brief anchors, these ships spend most of their time adrift in the vast universe, shuttling between real and subspace. The children of the crew are born, grown, and become new crew members on the ship, grow old, die, and return to the material of the ecological cycle, and the soul merges with the colossal steel craft. Walking through the dark and narrow corridors, I often felt countless eyes silently watching me, and even though I was already familiar with the bad omen that psionic energy brings, this oppressive space still made me a little unbearable. The first few times I took a boat was better, after all, I was acting with the corps. This time it was a terrible suck.

I was already uncomfortable with this after only a short time on the ship, and I really don't know how the people who will live on the ship for the rest of their lives live.