Tara.

Holy Terra.

Steel spreads, covering most of the plots. The few wilderness and the few remaining peaks are covered with a thick layer of snow. Terra still has the seasons changing, and no one knows why. It will still snow, but it hasn't rained in a long time.

"On Terra, rain is considered a sign of good luck." Konstantin Waldo said. "But the last time that good fortune struck was six years ago."

"Exactly six years?"

"Exactly six years." The marshal of the Forbidden Army replied.

His ornate golden armor didn't seem to change in the slightest, and the helmet was held up to his chest, the scarlet feather fluttering slightly. The lightning emblem and the double-headed eagle shone together on the armor, creating quite an interesting contrast to his own cold face.

"From the third year onwards, there were more people spreading rumors. We had to hunt them down all over the world, and most of them chose to hide in the wilderness. They want to escape judgment in this way, but our eyes are all over the world. Their physiology cannot escape under the rigorous calculations of the machine. ”

The man who was far taller than him who walked side by side chuckled, "You seem to hate them. ”

"Nope." Konstantin replied coldly. "I'm just acting according to the law, Your Majesty doesn't care about them, but we have to. He created an image, and here—"

The Janissary pointed around with his chin.

This is another symbol of his creation, a palace larger than all cities, a creation of extreme complexity, and even a climate system of its own. In a sense, Carlil Lohals, this is the real Terra. But I still think it's ridiculous and ridiculous to make such a city. ”

The giant in the black and white dress nodded: "How did he answer you?" ”

"He ignored my assessment." Konstantin said. "He knew all my thoughts, and he knew I was just complaining, not really blaming or criticizing him. Neither I, nor we, are capable of that. ”

"You don't seem to care about your flaws."

"I'm just a tool." The marshal of the forbidden army said coldly, and then, he stopped talking.

They strolled up the long staircase. The staircase is pure gold, carved from a single block of gold and covered with a surface made of a transparent material. Make it sturdy, beautiful, and shocking.

Carlil looked down, and through the transparent material he could clearly see the reliefs carved into the gold. It took them a few minutes to reach the top of the stairs, and then they passed a group of patrolling Praetorian soldiers.

They were expressionless and silent, turning a blind eye even to Konstantin himself. The Marshal of the Forbidden Army himself did not seem to have the idea of wanting to say hello, he just continued to lead the way.

So they walked to a circular archway and into a corridor surrounded by jewels. The walls are openworked, and countless statues gaze in silence in them. The marble floors are smooth, and a group of workers bend over at the front.

Carlil and Konstantin passed by them, but they didn't even have the time to glance up. They seem to have become accustomed to the appearance of any giant.

Walking out of the hallway, they came to a clearing again. It's no longer exquisite, but with a distinctly rough temperament. The walls of stone and metal cables are intertwined with each other, and I am and I am you, very empty, deep, and dark.

Hundreds of elevators float through this vast space. Konstantin led him to an elevator, and after a short wait, several officials holding papers rose from below.

They were visibly caught off guard by the presence of Carlil and Constantine, but soon left after saluting. Carlil watched them go away, and Konstantin stepped forward. After a brief delay, the machine started to move on its own.

It has hard railings to ensure the safety of the occupants, and there are even handrails on the railings to keep the riders from falling due to their speed. Carlil bent slightly, stepped over the railing, and began to stare downward.

He had expected to see a black hole with countless machines and people rising or descending. But all he saw was a lingering cloud, and Carlil was silent.

At this time, he finally had a feeling of being in a different world.

He is located in the Himalayas, he is located in the deepest part of Terra, which is majestic, solemn and beautiful. It is the crystallization of human wisdom and the core of the empire.

This is not the Earth.

He had been lucky, even when he reached the ground from the Nightfall.

He saw the sun from orbit, and when he landed, he saw a dense crowd. That's when he was already hopeful.

The Nightblades then proceeded to the barracks via vehicles and fast tracks, while Conrad Coetzes went to the Ministry of Administration on behalf of the Eighth Legion to sign several documents. He made his way to the palace, trying to find traces of the past here, not in the huge nests that had sprung up from the ground.

He thought he'd catch a little bit here. Familiar.

However, no.

Nothing.

Once again, Karil Lohals forced himself to mentally twist the word Earth into Terra.

The elevator continues to rise, and the cold follows, but the air is not thin. Carlil saw the many machines that had been placed on the great breach, and it was they that made the air.

At the end of the ten-minute ascent, they arrived at another open space. Then there was the hallway, the only difference being that the marble floor was no longer so shiny.

After stepping out of the corridor, the world suddenly opened up. Dozens of palaces are linked to each other, each one stunningly large, and together they create a shocking spectacle. The light reflected each other on their splendid rooftops, condensed each other, and reflected the efforts of the people.

Carlil's eyes narrowed, remembering it all in his heart. The Janissary continued his usual advance, and after walking thousands of steps, they came to the door of a large hall, and only then did Konstantin speak again.

"Next time." He stared into Carlil's eyes. "Please come with me to go through the fast lane, it's a complete waste of time, a full four hours of walking. You should be glad that the Lord doesn't care about such things. ”

Carlil gave an apologetic smile wordlessly—the Janissal had intended to take him on another route, which was said to take only a few minutes to reach his target, the Great Hall.

But Carlil preferred to see the palace with his own eyes, and Constantine agreed to the emperor's request, but was also a little annoyed by it.

I can't tell what annoyed him was. Was it because of Carlil's request, or because of Carlil's apologetic smile?

"The Lord is waiting for you inside, and one of His creatures, Roger Dorne." Konstantin regained his expressionlessness and began to continue the narrative.

"You can go straight in, the quantum alarm of this door has already entered your biological data in advance. In addition, Conrad Coetz is about ten minutes away. ”

"Thank you, Konstantin."

"Not necessarily." The marshal of the forbidden army said calmly. "I'll leave first, he shouldn't be so happy to see me standing with you."

Carlil couldn't help but laugh dumbly, he watched Konstantin leave, but he could still detect many of the sights cast from the shadows.

Not all the Forbidden Army had seen him, and did they still have such feelings of curiosity? Carlil didn't have an answer, he hoped they had.

With his hands behind his back, he began to observe the doors of the main hall.

It is at least fifteen meters tall and resplendent in gold. Glass, malachite, and some unnamed gems from Carlil adorn the door. Together with the door, it forms a magnificent relief painting, a scene of Gutera that embraces all rivers and rivers.

The gown-clad giant stared at it in amazement, and the feeling of being a world away returned. Memories of his shattered images surged back in his mind, and Carlil carefully picked them up and compared them to what he saw.

A few minutes later, he voluntarily closed his eyes and ended the journey home across the galaxy.

My home doesn't exist anymore. He thought. Earth is already a term that only the most knowledgeable historian would mention.

With a light sigh, he turned to the sound of footsteps and saw Conrad Coetzes.

He didn't let his black hair fall apart anymore, or simply tied them up. A serious back appeared on him, and despite the best efforts of the person who had styled his hair, a few strands of messy hair fell from his forehead.

The Lord of Midnight looked at them in annoyance, and was the first to speak, his voice sounding like it was squeezing out of his teeth: "Those officials of the Ministry of Government are simply sycophants"

"Did they stammer you?"

"No, they just kept introducing themselves to me in between I signing papers. Tell me which big merchant they know, which mechanical priest, and hope I'll consider working with them to sell Adamantite. ”

Conrad Coetzes shook his head with a straight face: "Very smart, but I don't like this kind of cleverness very much. What about you, Karil? ”

Carlil knew what he was asking, but he didn't really want to answer. Conrad Coetzes sighed slyly at this time: "It's okay if you don't want to say it."

"I'm satisfied." Carlil smiled. "Rather than let the fantasy continue to spread and become a huge cloud floating over my head, it is better to let it be brutally shattered by the ruthless reality."

Is this a satisfactory answer? It doesn't sound like much. ”

"Let's go inside." Carlil said. "It's getting late, and we don't have much time to spend in Terra."

Conrad Coetzes agreed with him.

And also.

(End of chapter)