When it came to the Imperial Fists, the representative only introduced some basic information in a simple and respectful tone, and then handed the floor over to an Imperial Fists Captain.

Although he wasn't wearing a helmet, the Power Armor on his body was clearly larger than the armor worn by ordinary Space Marines. It should be a set of Terminator Armor. Of course, considering that the Imperial Fists were good at defense and positional warfare, it wasn't surprising that their officers preferred heavier equipment.

Unlike the relatively simple equipment used in normal combat, the officer's armor was not only piled with various medals and badges, shaking and shining like armor plates, but his shoulders were also connected with a cloak. The high-end fabric extended to the back, covering all the way to near the ankles.

However, unlike this gorgeous appearance, the Imperial Fists Captain, despite his steady and firm voice, only uttered some formulaic, templated, and rigid sentences, like the beginning of a standard operations manual, or the first few paragraphs written by an administrative clerk on parchment.

To put it nicely, it was following dogma; to put it harshly, it was nothing of substance—of course, this was only the case for people like Zhang Ge who didn't have any rose-tinted glasses about them.

For the common people on the side, let alone hearing the holy teachings of the Emperor's Angels with their own ears, even just being able to see the shining gold paint on a corner of their armor from afar, or even just hearing the rumors of their descent to this place, was an unparalleled honor that could be boasted about repeatedly.

In fact, many positions that were slightly closer to the inner circle had to be obtained by bribing officials.

Pilgrims, people suffering from terminal illnesses, cripples, and the like didn't mind taking out a sum of money that was a huge amount compared to their daily expenses to exchange for a wisp of ethereal hope, hoping to be able to get the Emperor's afterglow to tilt slightly and save them from the sea of suffering.

This was still under the circumstances that the people responsible for this matter specifically ordered and had a rigid requirement to have enough Underhive Commoners participate. Otherwise, the positions would have long been occupied by those middle-level people in the Upper Spire Nobility who had some status but hadn't reached the point where they could squeeze into the inner circle.

Of course, even the upper-class people who could squeeze into the inner circle didn't dare to neglect the Imperial Fists officer's speech in the slightest, whether they wanted to capture some information from the words and phrases, were truly sincere believers, or were just hypocritical pretenders.

If anyone was caught showing a little slack, although the Imperial Fists themselves certainly wouldn't care, the local forces that opposed them would definitely not mind taking this opportunity to write some articles… and this kind of "small mistake" could usually cause a high-ranking person who controlled millions of people to fall into the abyss.

It was only because Zhang Ge had the courage to space out because he felt bored, and his expression showed a bit of blankness.

Due to the existence of various implants, his appearance was not uncaught, but… attacking him, no one planned to put this slightly unrealistic idea into practice.

Even if they didn't consider the machine of god below him, judging from the close relationship he showed with the Imperial Fists when he entered the city, instead of planning to seek death by using political means to slander him, it would be better to find an opportunity to fire a shot at one of the Angels of the Imperial Fists.

At least the latter wouldn't waste so many political resources in vain.

Time ticked by, until the hundred and first way to dispose of the universe after death had flashed through Zhang Ge's mind, the speech finally ended. The ceremony ended in a burst of cheers and countless streamers dropped by Servo-Skulls.

Zhang Ge came back to his senses, randomly grabbed a streamer, squeezed it, and found that it should be some kind of extremely thin metal.

It seemed that the overall battle situation was more tragic than he had imagined, so that the pageantry in this respect in the Deadwood Sector, which was originally an economic core, was actually not as good as in Yarkalan Hive. Both were prepared temporarily, but at least the latter could come up with some petals.

Looking down, the surrounding crowds had already begun to disperse under the command of the enforcers, and the dignitaries also boarded the luxurious vehicles that had been prepared in advance.

The ruling family of the Deadwood Sector was House Agamemnus. This family didn't have obvious military traditions, and their martial virtue was clearly not as abundant as that of frontier hives like Yarkalan. This atmosphere naturally affected the other small and medium-sized nobles in the Sector.

As a result, the high-end cars that were prepared seemed a little too luxurious and impractical.

However, everyone maintained a calm appearance on the surface. After having Olivia lower the Volcano Cannon, Zhang Ge quickly moved from the Volcano Cannon to the ground and boarded one of those vehicles.

Only the Space Marines explicitly refused to ride in these vehicles and chose to stay in the Rhino Transport further back.

Soon, via the nearby elevators, the motorcade moved to an area that showed no signs of being affected by the war.

Although for the Sector's common people, almost the entire Sector was burning in the war, and defeating the Iron Warriors was only liberating a part of the area, for the nobles, those heavily fortified gathering places of the aristocracy were mostly still very safe from beginning to end.

At least for now, superficially.

So, via the still prosperous streets, the motorcade soon stopped inside a banquet hall.

That's right, it was inside, because the width of this place was like an entire palace in just one room. If they relied only on walking, it would take a long time to reach their destination.

Through the car window, they could see that the interior of the banquet hall was magnificent. Unlike the war-torn situation around the Triumphal Parade earlier, countless works of art, sculptures, and exotic treasures were reflecting each other, and they could even hear faint music that matched the atmosphere.

A servant opened the car door from the outside. Zhang Ge casually rejected the bare-backed, gorgeously dressed girl who was planning to prostrate herself beside the car body to act as a step, and at the same time stepped his foot on the soft carpet on the ground, leaving the inside of the vehicle.

However, what he didn't expect was that, seeing this situation, a butler-dressed and upright... management personnel? Zhang Ge couldn't really distinguish the signs between their clothing, so he would just see them as high-level attendants.

That high-level attendant first walked over, then gave a humble salute that made Zhang Ge feel a little uncomfortable. After that, he apologized:

"Honorable sir, I express my extreme apology for the offense against you. 'This thing' and the clan behind her will be properly disposed of. We will immediately arrange a new escort team for you."

The other party didn't use the "he" or "she" pronouns to describe the person. When Zhang Ge heard it, he had to find a similar meaning to understand.

As his voice fell, two soldiers wearing Carapace Armor appeared out of nowhere. They didn't have the smell of gunpowder, but instead had a fragrance that matched the interior of the banquet hall. With extremely neat movements, they picked up the previous girl and dragged her to the side.

Seeing this, Zhang Ge became a little interested and said:

"Wait a moment."

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