The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2243: The Bloated Star

“I love Terra, the Eternal Gate, where the sun rises above the Eternal Gate~ Great Leader—”

Amidst the fluctuating and intermittent singing, limited by the quality of the playback device, Isvin stared in astonishment at the old woman standing before him in the somewhat shaky shuttle. Rozim and the short man, Dogo Kojer, beside him were also frozen in place, as if petrified. →

“What are you looking at!”

An ordinary-looking old woman, but with a lot of energy, stood in front of the two men with her hands on her hips.

“No, Grandma, we bought tickets.”

Isvin tried to explain, while the shaking of the shuttle made everyone instinctively grab the handrails. On the contrary, the old woman stood firmly with her compass-like legs, making one suspect her true age.

“Don't you know to respect the old and love the young!”

Saying that, she arrogantly swept her gaze over the three people in the seats, two of whom seemed normal, and one who was completely a dwarf.

“This seat should be mine. I look down on you aliens, no manners!”

“Hey, you old thing, are you being unreasonable!”

“Hey, hey, old man, don't forget, you need to exchange for money.”

There are no vehicles or aircraft without any license plates.

“Alright, alright, only he knows how to brag. →”

“Ah, so we've arrived at Terra.”

As soon as the eight people entered the Damocles Spaceport, they were shocked by the magnificent hall before them. Hundreds of boarding elevators and passages covered the edges and upper reaches of the hall like a spider web. In the middle was a giant waiting area, and tens of thousands of seats were filled with people. They were separated by railings, and ubiquitous display screens circulated the times of each flight.

Pointing to an area on the map located on the southeast side of the Imperial Palace's outskirts, Zhao Lianchan nodded in satisfaction.

Do not spread any unorthodox religious beliefs. The spaceport is not responsible for any personal accidents that occur as a result.

“Buy a ticket yourself if you want a seat!”

The area surrounding the Imperial Palace is called the Eternal City, which is one of Terra's most prosperous megacities. Then there's the Tashkent Hive City, the Salvator Hive City, the Mariax Hive City, Noviyen First City, Jericho Hive City, Abbeba Zhao Lian, and several other giant hive cities and urban areas with populations in the hundreds of billions. And that's just the northern hemisphere. The southern hemisphere also has the Ecclesiarchy City, the headquarters of the state religion, which is itself a super urban agglomeration, as well as Skaharak City, the Martian embassy on Terra, which is also home to tens of billions of members of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

“It should be called the Northern Low Cotton Zone.”

“Tch, this place is like a doghouse. One day, I'll take you to see the Alliance Spaceport, and you'll know what efficiency is. Can you believe that 1.219 trillion materials can be transferred in 12 standard galactic center hours?”

The irritable Dogo immediately shouted, and the surrounding people immediately cast their gazes. →

Because, for example, guys like Throne Gelt simply can't come in through normal means, but if they come in as "auxiliary personnel accompanying the Astral Knights," they can come in. This was something he and Sojyan had been pestering about for a long time, and finally got through thanks to Ustad's intercession.

Purchase cheap technology products from mobile vendors around the spaceport with caution. The Martian-authorized official store in Area A on the first floor sells genuine products.

“Oh, right.”

Do not easily trust any so-called 'fellow countrymen'.

“Look at your appearance, like a cripple, stinky alien, coming to Terra to beg! And you have no right to speak here, who do you think you are?”

Although Throne Gelt and Zhao Lianchan felt very shocked, Dogo sneered at Damocles Spaceport.

Throne Gelt pointed to the western side of the Eternal City, near the edge.

“Terra isn't anything special.”

“We are here now.”

Do not eat food given by strangers, do not drink water given by strangers.

Throne Gelt was told by the navigators on the orbital station to remember to exchange for Isvin at the spaceport, otherwise it would be very easy to be scammed or cheated outside.

Rozim couldn't help but frown and say:

At this moment, the shuttle's player emitted the sound of arrival. Throne Gelt was too lazy to argue with the old woman, so he took Rozim and Dogo away from their seats and walked towards the exit. The old woman continued to scold and sat in the seat they had previously occupied.

Isvin's exchange rules are very strange. It doesn't involve trading with some kind of physical object or anything like that, but requires the exchanger to obtain exchange points in Pluto or Neptune, and then use the exchange points to exchange for Isvin in Terra. This also makes these two worlds the most rampant places in the solar system's black market. Of course, if you have connections, you can also directly find someone in Terra to exchange with physical objects.

Soon, they arrived at the eleventh floor of the spaceport, which was also crowded and noisy. Near the observation deck, there was a tall display window, where many people were queuing.

I didn't expect that person's voice to be no lower than Dogo's.

Of course, the exchange points themselves are not physical objects, but a magnetic card.

After all, prosperity inevitably breeds a lot of filth, and many people specialize in making a living by scamming outsiders around the spaceport.

“It's not too far, see if there's a maglev train that can go directly there.”

To prevent this situation from continuing to deteriorate and completely "bursting" the planet, Terra implements an extremely lenient household registration system and entry system. Everyone, regardless of their purpose in coming to Terra, needs to first verify their identity in orbit and obtain an entry permit, and also needs a local guarantor to obtain a temporary residence permit.

Even the Department of Internal Affairs of the Imperium, located on Terra, cannot count the actual population of this cradle of humanity, because in addition to its own population growth, Terra has a very large influx of external population every day.

Throne Gelt waved his hand, and then found a servitor to ask for a map - each passenger can receive a simple map of Terra from here using the ticket in their hand.

Even the edges of the map in Throne Gelt's hand are written with warning words—

Just looking at it, this hall alone can accommodate tens of thousands of people, and this is just one of the spaceports located outside the Imperial Palace, which has more than two hundred such halls.

Be sure to take care of personal belongings, do not trust any so-called shipping personnel, official shipping only uses servitors and robots with clear documents.

Prevention of illegal drugs is everyone's responsibility.

The Emperor's Angels of Death