RNP Page 84
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With the Space Marine Chapter Masters and Planet Governors reaching an agreement, the order was quickly approved by the Department of the Interior and then sent to the world.
However, the impact of this decree far exceeded the expectations of Deus Krieg and Ignatius Dorn.
The two of them held relatively high positions; one was a Space Marine Chapter Commander, equivalent to the highest military commander on this planet.
One is the planetary governor, who is essentially in charge of the planet's development. Their position is high, and their vision is broad. Therefore, they can understand more than ordinary people.
They felt that their policy was understandable and acceptable, and far better than that of the rest of the Empire; they were a benevolent Grand Marshal.
They continued to maintain the Grand Marshal's consistent style of benevolence.
But the people below didn't think so.
Zhou Qing's time here was still too short; he didn't provide universal compulsory education for everyone. Nor did he teach everyone what writing, knowledge, and thinking are.
Those migrant workers who had been enjoying a good life for over a year were struck dumb by the news.
Working hours increased to 16 hours, wages halved, and food rations reduced by half, replaced with protein powder and protein bars!
This is beyond the comprehension and explanation of ordinary tyranny; it is clearly oppression and persecution of them.
Some of the imperial citizens actually knew that the treatment they received in this world was so good that even now, it was still incredibly attractive to ordinary imperial citizens.
Some of these people are knowledgeable and have their own ideas, while others are newly settled imperial citizens from other worlds.
They experienced the truest, most real darkness, and they still remember it.
They knew very well that such treatment was still incredibly good for them in this world, and it was still incredibly good for them within the empire, but ordinary people wouldn't think that way.
So much can change in a year...
Ignatius Dorn and Deus Krieg never imagined that their order would bring the riots forward.
This also allows cults to develop more effectively.
Two hours after the Ministry of the Interior issued the order to everyone, a large group of people gathered in the tavern.
They used their savings to drink a lot of alcohol in a tavern run by Tzeentch followers.
Seeing the deep resentment in the hearts of these workers after get off work, he realized that his opportunity had arrived!
While most of the workers were drunk, this follower of Tzeentch went up to the nine-tiered platform of his tavern, jumped on it, and began to criticize the planetary government.
"Fellow workers! Brothers! You fools who have been deceived, exploited, and betrayed!"
He opened his arms, a distorted but seemingly gentle and kind smile on his face, and his voice suddenly rose.
“Look at yourselves! Look at your hands! Your hands are covered in calluses and blisters! Your hands are stained with machine oil and sweat!”
Your hands—which should have created wealth, should have enjoyed wealth! But what have you received?!
He suddenly pointed out the window, towards the towering Governor's Palace in the distance.
"Sixteen hours! Sixteen hours of hard labor! Half pay! Half food! And them—those high and mighty gentlemen—"
What were they eating? Fresh meat! Fine wine! Delicacies you'll never taste in your entire life!
"We received all of this through the Emperor's mercy and the Grand Marshal's mercy, but now they want to take it all away!"
Are you willing to accept this? Are you willing to let everything that originally belonged to you be so easily taken away?
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The crowd began to stir at his words, and angry growls echoed through the tavern.
"They call it a 'sacrifice'! They call it 'for the Emperor'!"
"But I ask you, what have you gained in return for your sacrifices?!"
In return, they received longer working hours, less pay, and worse food! And what about them? Their palaces remained magnificent! Their tables were still laden with delicacies!
He bent down, his voice lowered, but it was even more vicious.
"Do you remember a year ago? Do you remember that 'merciful' Grand Marshal? He gave you hope, he gave you dignity! But what about now?"
He hasn't left yet! And his 'successors' can't wait to tear off their masks!
They couldn't wait to tell you, you are unworthy! You are only fit to be slaves!
This statement is more persuasive than any other.
Zhou Qing's kindness to them was something these commoners had never imagined, and it was precisely this kindness that made it even harder for them to accept.
If Zhou Qing had issued this order, things might have been better.
At least Tzeentch's followers would need to use a different language to deceive them, but this was ordered by the planetary governor.
Some people started smashing cups, while others roared and cursed the governor's mansion.
"They tell you this is 'for the war'! But I ask you, whose war is this?!"
Is this yours?
It belongs to those high-ranking officers!
It belongs to those Space Marines!
"It belongs to those governors! They use your blood and sweat to fuel their ambitions! And you—you can't even get a decent piece of bread!"
He suddenly raised a glass of wine and smashed it on the ground, shards of glass flying everywhere.
"They thought you would obediently listen! They thought you would wag your tails and beg for mercy like dogs! But you are human beings! Living, breathing human beings! You have the right to be angry! You have the right to resist!"
"Fellow workers, brothers... are you really willing to accept this? Willing to be deceived? Willing to be exploited? Willing to live like livestock?!"
A deafening roar erupted from the tavern: "No! Absolutely not!"
"Then—it's time to let them know who the true masters of this world are!"
He jumped off the bar, and the Khonored followers who were already part of the crowd also stepped out and walked to the front of the crowd.
They began to echo the words of this cultist.
"Come with us! Let those gentlemen hear just how terrifying the anger of the workers can be!"
Thanks to Zhou Qing's past kindness to these citizens and the sudden reduction in rations by the planetary governor, the wicked cultists successfully incited these human citizens, who were not particularly intelligent.
From one tavern to another, drunken men emerged, some of whom were honest, hardworking laborers during the day.
Some of them are parasites within the factory itself.
Corruption exists everywhere, even in Warhammer 40k; it still exists.
These termites weren't the most diligent workers after they entered the factory.
They also earn high wages, which they gamble away and squander, leaving them in debt.
The planetary governor's sudden decision to reduce rations and cut their wages was a devastating blow to them.
Among the crowd, these people are the most excited and intense.
Because their rations being cut meant they would have to go back to that kind of life that everyone hates and that everyone is bored.
They are in debt, and without this income, they will completely cut off their cash flow.
All sorts of people will appear in society. No matter how good the policies of the planetary government or Zhou Qing are, they cannot change the fact that as long as your education has not reached that level, there will always be some fools among humans.
They don't consider anything else; they believe in living for the moment and enjoying life to the fullest, even resorting to things like borrowing and gambling.
Then you accumulate a mountain of debt and slowly have to pay it off.
Humans are always driven by impulsive minds; in the heat of the moment, they may do things they will regret for the rest of their lives.
Just like now, under the influence of alcohol and some of the chaotic magic and chaotic corruption of the Tzeentch followers, they did something they would regret for the rest of their lives.
They acted impulsively before and racked up a mountain of debt, which they needed this salary to pay off. But now—
Large numbers of people like this emerged from the numerous taverns throughout the city.
They gathered together and, chanting banners of resistance and protest, surged toward the police station. They wanted to protest; they wanted to defy the planetary government.
Mixed among them were some Khorne followers, armed with automatic guns or other weapons, who rallied the crowd and maintained their morale.
Such behavior naturally attracted the attention of the local police station. With a large number of people appearing on the streets, it would be strange if the police station didn't take notice.
When hundreds of thousands of people, some armed, appeared in the streets waving banners of protest and resistance, police sirens blared.
Police sirens pierced the night sky, and red and blue police lights flashed in the steel canyons of the city.
Riot police quickly assembled, dressed in heavy, precision-engineered armor and armed with riot shields and stun batons, forming an ironclad defense line in front of the police station.
"Everyone stop moving immediately! This is an illegal assembly! Disperse immediately!"
The sound of police loudspeakers echoed through the streets, but they were met only with even more furious roars.
"Liar! Traitor!"
"Give us our wages! Give us our food back!"
"The Grand Marshal will not allow you to treat us like this!"
In the crowd, the Khorne followers' eyes gleamed crimson. They hissed and shoved the people in front of them, escalating their anger.
"They want to crush us with the law! They want us to continue being slaves!"
"Charge! Let them see our strength!"
A stone flew toward the police line, followed by a second, a third... The dull thuds echoed from the riot shields, and the police officers' nerves were stretched to the limit.
"Final warning! Retreat immediately! Or we will use force!"
But the warnings are now meaningless.
In the crowd, a member of the Khwarazmian faith suddenly raised a stolen automatic gun, pointed it at the police, and pulled the trigger.
"A blood sacrifice to the Blood God's skull, offered as a skull-seat!"
"For the Blood God! Slaughter them all!"
Gunshots rang out, bullets tore through the air, and a riot policeman groaned as his breastplate was pierced, blood spurting out.
"Fire! Fire!"
It wasn't the gunshot that shattered the police's final composure, but rather the cry of "Blood sacrifice, blood god, skull offering!"
The police officers who were preparing on the frontier planets naturally understood what this sentence meant.