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Chapter 375: Terra Palace? It feels worse than Macragge.
The thick toxic industrial cloud was torn apart by the bow of the void ship, and the entire land of Terra was directly exposed to Zhou Yun's eyes.
The first thing that caught Zhou Yun's eye was the series of buildings that spanned the entire central Eurasian continent.

From the Himalayas to ancient Mesopotamia, from Kathmandu to the Taklamakan Desert, everywhere you look are spires piercing the void, continuous metal dome fortresses, and walls thick enough to dock starships.

Zhou Yun wanted to use the word "magnificent" to describe the building in front of him, but he really couldn't do it.

Perhaps these buildings were a perfect combination of practicality, order and art when they were first constructed.
But now, practicality has given way to the cumbersomeness accumulated over ten thousand years, order has given way to the ever-increasing chaos, and art has naturally disappeared.

The supernatural storm raged on the ground, raising yellow smoke and dust, beating on the charred and blackened city walls. The exquisite eagle carvings on the towering walls became ugly, and the sacred angel carvings became platforms for placing barbaric metal gun mounts. The disorderly growing fortifications were like a ball of metal slime stuck to the city walls that were wide enough for Titans to run.
And within the city walls, most areas were in tatters, no different from the Hive City of Asford, or rather, this place called the Terra Palace was an ugly, twisted Hive City.

Like a microcosm of the millions of other hive cities in the Empire, it is a symbol of the Empire's decline, depravity and chaos.
However, this hive city does not produce industrial products, weapons and ammunition, but decrees, laws and tithe bills.

"Dorn once built this place perfectly, and it can be regarded as one of the greatest creations of mankind. Even Lorgar's Perfect City and Guilliman's Magna Macragge cannot reach it. It is so perfect that even Fulgrim is jealous and Perturabo is envious."

Sanguinius' voice was calm, but anyone could sense the sadness in his words:

"But now, wherever I look, I see devastation everywhere. All the beauty of humanity has been lost in the war."

Robert Guilliman turned his head away silently.

It was he who, after the great rebellion, demolished the magnificent buildings of the imperial palace and replaced them with cold lines of defense, steel, and dense buildings.
But according to the history told by Tyrian, Guilliman learned that the palace had not been invaded on a real, large scale in the past ten thousand years.
In other words, the icy defenses constructed by Guilliman had been gathering dust for a full ten thousand years, and during these ten thousand years, they had played no other role except occupying the precious areas within the Terra Imperial Palace.

Even now, those lines of defense are of little use.
Over the past ten thousand years, government affairs from across the Milky Way have been piling up in the Terra Palace. The space required to store these scrolls has been increasing, the number of people needed to handle government affairs has been increasing, and the corresponding demand for administrative space has naturally been increasing.

Therefore, the defenses built by Guilliman had been buried deep in the hive city for ten thousand years, and it was not easy to dig them out.

"Look at the bright side. The City of Perfection has been bombed, the Terra Palace has been demolished, and our Magna Macragge in Greater Ultramar is once again the most magnificent and tidy city in the galaxy." Zhou Yun said, standing next to Sanguinius.

"Ah, ambitious indeed," said Sanguinius, glancing at Guilliman.

"Ambitious, ambitious." Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

"Perturabo is alive. Mortarion, Magnus, Lorgar. They are all alive too."

Guilliman said somewhat distressedly:

"I wonder what would happen if they fought back? Who knew they would just live in the Warp and not do anything major for ten thousand years."

"I want to know if Dorne didn't stop you?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but ask.

Guilliman's expression suddenly became more distressed.

"At the time, Dorn was obsessed with self-abuse and the Penitential Crusade, blaming himself for the tragedy of the Emperor's fall and trying to atone for his sins with pain, and was mostly away from Terra."

"After seeing the palace I transformed, he only said one sentence."

".'The pain you caused to repair the palace is enough to at least atone for half of my sins.'"

"It's a pity that the palace was built by Dorne." Zhou Yun nodded and commented: "If it was Perturabo, he would have been bombing Macragge."

As the ship continued to approach the ground, the situation on Terra's surface became more clearly apparent to Zhou Yun.

Compared to other areas on Terra, the palace is simply a paradise.

Burning, whole pieces of land were burning. Looking around, countless buildings in the hundreds and thousands of nests spread across the surface of the planet were burning.
Blood flowed like a river, corpses piled up like a mountain, and those nobles who once ruled a region and whose wealth was enough to buy several heavenly worlds were hung on the top of the hive city's spire, fluttering like bloody battle flags.
But it was good to see the corpses. Most of the corpses were eaten up by hungry people, leaving not even the bones.
The riots are spreading across the land. The human home planet seems to have returned to the chaos of the old night, even bloodier and more chaotic than the old night.

At least in the Old Night Era, there were still a few areas on Earth, such as the Achaemenid Empire, the Dragon Kingdoms, and the America Hive, which still maintained the most basic order.

Although they had prepared themselves mentally, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius still couldn't help but twitch.
On the contrary, Guilliman's expression was relatively stable, as if everything in front of him was not too bad.

“At least it is better than it was ten thousand years ago,” Guilliman replied calmly.
"Guess what the scene was like when I arrived at Terra ten thousand years ago?"

"Seeing Dorn, with a painful look on his face, holding Ferrus' head in one hand, the barrel of Sanguinius in the other, and the dying Emperor on his back?" Zhou Yun asked with a raised eyebrow.

".It is true. The situation before us is far less hopeless than it was at the beginning." Guilliman nodded slightly and said, "At least we are not late."

Compared to the trio, Tirian was more nervous.

He was witnessing three holy souls being dragged into the cesspool built by these Terran bureaucrats. The current situation of Terra made him feel so ashamed that he was almost in actual pain.
This is his, the High Lord's fault.
"Tyrian," Guilliman called softly.

The Imperial Chancellor quickly stood up and stood beside Guilliman like a humble acolyte.

"Tell me, why is Terra like this?" Guilliman asked in soft words.

Tirian opened his mouth slightly, and many answers flashed through his mind.

Was it because of the gods in the Warp? The followers of the Blood God had spent the past ten thousand years secretly transporting profane relics to Terra, secretly developing a cult in the hives.

Was it because of the extinction of the Astronomican? It was impossible for the blasphemous power in the Warp to manifest on Terra, because the light of the Astronomican was enough to slay all demons.

Or is it because of a lack of faith? Condemning the common people for abandoning their faith in the Emperor and turning to evil gods?
Too many reasons flashed through Tirian's mind, but the answer he finally gave was so simple that it made him feel a little guilty.

"Hunger, my lord," Tyrion said, bowing his head. "It is hunger that brings chaos."

This is the most obvious and realistic reason.
Terra is the core of the entire human empire's trade system.

She takes food, industrial products, parchment scrolls, water and even air from a million other planets in the galaxy.

She herself exports decrees, beliefs, laws, duties, and tithe bills—besides these, Terra produces nothing.
Without the trade routes, the wasteland planet Terra would never be able to support the trillions of people it had last year.
But the opening of the Great Rift tore the route apart, and Terra was completely cut off from the planets outside the solar system. Hunger descended on the planet.
First it was water, then food, and then air. These things that people depended on for survival gradually disappeared from the lives of ordinary people.
They watched in horror as the price of a gram of corpse starch rose to an astronomical price, watched in horror as the bodies of their starved neighbors were devoured by hungry people, watched in horror as hallucinations occurred due to lack of water. Even so, in the first few months of the Blindness, the civilians were able to endure through faith.

Until they finally discovered that the nobles, bureaucrats, and clergy of the state religion were still able to maintain their previous extravagant lives, until they discovered that the merchants and nobles were colluding to hoard goods, until they could no longer tolerate it, and then the unrest broke out.

And those Chaos believers lurking in the darkness are simply taking advantage of the situation.

Guilliman seemed satisfied with Tyrion's answer and nodded slightly in approval.

"Damn it, how could our Terra become like this?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but say.

The only thing that comforted Zhou Yun was that he could solve the current situation.
Food, water, air. These are all Zhou Yun can bring to Terra.
Just as Zhou Yun was browsing the Future Department Store, looking for suitable props, a noise suddenly sounded in the ship's communication.

This confusing communication expressed only one meaning, requiring the ship to hover in the air and accept strict inspection, otherwise it would not be allowed to land in the palace.

At the same time, a large number of gunboats appeared around the ships, as if they were going to force them to stop.

Zhou Yun was a little confused by this somewhat abstract scene. Who is so brave?

Tirian was also surprised, and he quickly began to think about who had the ability to do this?

It must be a representative of the High Lords' Inquisition. The Grand Master of the Astronomican Court and the Commander of the Imperial Guards are his own people. The Grand Master of the Astronomican Court is dead, and the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court is always neutral.
Ministry of the Interior, Ministry of Justice, Mars, Navy, State Religion... who are they?
Tirian, who was at a loss for a moment, decided to solve the problem at hand first.
He was going to use the old method again, asking the pilots if they wanted to know how fast the kill team could locate their family.

But before Tirian could speak, the ship and the surrounding gunboats suddenly trembled slightly.

Zhou Yun raised his eyelids slightly, and his will extended in all directions.

(End of this chapter)