Holy Terra, Pearl of the Galaxy, Center of Miracles.
No jewelry can be more shining than it, and no cancer can be more dirty than it.
At its center lies the fear and glory of a race. History is tamped into tower foundations and underground palaces, pits and narrow living quarters. Ten long millennia of pollution and majesty are etched and condensed on the surface of Terra, leaving She is stained with the gray of corruption, a temple world that glows with billions of fires, a tomb that clings to the souls it buries.
All the natural beauty of the planet has long since been wiped from its surface, replaced by layers upon layers of monolithic, crawling megacities that have expanded to cover up the once vast oceans and long-deforested forests, burying it all beneath the surface. Under the suffocating mountains of rock concrete and plastic steel, they are entangled, decayed, renewed and then rebuilt, until the accreted parts extend from the abyss to the top, endlessly.
There is no place in this world that is immune to being touched by humans. From the brightest tower spiers to the deepest underground, the figure of this tenacious race of humans can be seen everywhere.
However, it is almost difficult to connect the lives of the upper and lower classes with the same planet.
Although the clock has struck midnight and the doors of various shops have been bolted, Red Moon Street is more lively during the long night than during the dull gray day, perhaps to support the relationship between Terra and other hives. Different, even underground, there will be lighting equipment that shows the cycle of the sun and the moon. Of course, it is just a super lighting ball transported by a huge track. It cannot provide warm sunlight. Its only function is to give the supervisor a better excuse to Workers kicked off bed boards.
The Red Moon Block is a block with an area of about 300 square kilometers. It is located below the Eternal City at an altitude of about minus 4,211 meters. It was originally part of the catacomb system of Terra, but with the uncontrolled expansion of Terra's population, The number of dead people it needs to deal with every day is a terrifying quality. The entire underground tomb system in Terra is under the responsibility of the Order of Funeral Sisters, also known as the Council of Ladies. However, the Sisters of the State Church are not responsible for the fact that it has grown to the original scale of several hundred. There was obviously nothing that could be done in the area, so the entire tomb area basically became an anarchic world, gradually divided into hundreds of smaller blocks over the long history.
The Hongyue Block is one of the more famous and prosperous among them, for no other reason than the existence of up and down lift shaft passages to facilitate transportation. The main entertainment venues and high-consumption venues of more than a dozen surrounding blocks are concentrated here.
In other words, they are mainly concentrated on Hongyue Street, which is only two kilometers long from east to west.
When the clock strikes midnight and many blocks fall into darkness, Hongyue Street will be illuminated by colorful lights. In various unique, gorgeous, weird, or simple bars, nightclubs, restaurants, and low-speed theaters, There were constant noisy conversations, laughter, quarrels, and the roars and screams of fights.
There is nothing sacred, solemn or solemn here, only the atmosphere of indulgence and psychedelic atmosphere permeates the garbage-filled streets. The gang leaders, who are strong and full of flesh, are surrounded by their younger brothers, hugging each other from left to right. Beauties in revealing clothes and short skirts, surrounded by bodyguards, the rich walked into the club that could provide them with any "elegant taste". Even the girls who greeted the guests were wearing modified clerical nuns' robes, which were not only made of It's a lot less, and the skirt is also open all the way to the waist, bringing a looming temptation and a contrast between debauchery and solemnity.
But even so, not everyone can be "chic". Even in the darkest corner of the sacred planet Terra, identity, status, and property are still the prerequisites for enjoying all the beautiful things.
People in most neighborhoods can only squeeze into corners that cannot be noticed in the dark, trying every means to resist the cold deep underground.
Luxury cars or armed gang trucks were flowing continuously on the street, while a red car with a weird triangular tail and traces of violent modifications roared through the traffic and stopped at a place with heavy braking sounds. In front of a huge archway that glows with lilac neon lights.
Then the car door opened upwards, shiny leather boots stepped heavily on the ground, and then a thick figure stood up.
"The so-called kata! It is a kind of supreme happiness and satisfaction that even a strong man like Astartes cannot understand. That is willful, uninhibited and 'kata' in character! I have understood what a 'kata' is. ', and I also feel the happiness it brings me, but I still want to know, Karen, do you have any better opinions-"
The tall figure leaned against the side of the car and looked up at the signboard on the arch. A girl with long sharp claws and a graceful figure - Succubus Hotel.
At this time, several other people also got out of the car. As sparks emitted from the golden lighter, the first person to get off lit the cigar in his mouth and burst into laughter.
"Now, in front of you, Rozim, the overlord of the kitchen god, is he in shape or not! Pretty or not! Hahaha——"
At this time, Rozim seemed to be a different person. His lower body was in a pair of coquettish silver bell-bottom pants, his belt was made of rivets, and his belt buckle was a silver skull. His upper body was just a short-sleeved floral shirt with a chest It was open, revealing the strong chest and abdominal muscles, with thick gold chains hanging around his wrists and neck, a pair of triangular sunglasses on his face, and his hair standing high.
Next to him, Isvin, Loken, and Dogo were also dressed in very strange ways, wearing a black bosozoku carapace and baggy leather pants, with a pair of sunglasses on their faces and a tall red mohawk. The crown looks wild and funny.
And Dogo claimed that this look is called Gotrek's Choice, which is a very popular look among short men nowadays.
In addition, Keren and Chuanquillo also appeared, but both of them were wearing closed-type clothing, but the appearance and materials were very different. Keren was a red pirate space warrior armor piece that he obtained through the Maelstrom. Changed, the helmet was molded to resemble a wild boar, looking like a savage hive thug, and due to his special entropic stance, Chuanquillo could only wear his characteristic robes, which looked just as gloomy. , a wizard wearing a mouse mask.
This group of people walked into the arch in a swaggering manner, and the waiter who greeted them at the door immediately came over and bowed his head respectfully.
"Boss, are you looking at me? Do you have a reservation card——"
But Rozim's eyes didn't stop at him at all, but kept looking at the four tall and graceful girls at the door, wearing lavender high-cut dresses and veils, who kept ogling him. .
At this time, Doge suddenly rubbed his nose and whispered.
"Weird, why does this place smell like chitin?"
At this time, Isvin handed over a card. This was a card that Rozim "encountered" by a kind-hearted person and was "given" to him by the other person. Although the kind-hearted person and his followers were lying in the unknown place now, He was unconscious in the famous alley.
The waiter looked at the card, nodded, turned around and said respectfully:
"What is the name of this boss?"
"Just call me Lao Luo."
As he said that, he walked in with great swagger.
