Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Under the leadership of Nak and a group of naval officers, thousands of Astartes Space Marines followed their steps closely like a steel torrent and walked towards the spaceport in an orderly manner.

Before everyone actually stepped into the spaceport, thousands of staff members from the logistics department had already gathered at the spacious gate connection inside the spaceport. They were lined up in an orderly manner and waiting there quietly.

As Nak and others gradually approached the spaceport, the logistics personnel stationed at the gate of the spaceport all showed awe on their faces.

They bowed respectfully to Nak, who was walking at the front of the team, and greeted him in unison: "Captain Nak!"

Nak smiled and raised his hand slightly to signal to the logistics personnel:

"Everyone, please handle the relevant identity registration information for them!"

After hearing Nak's instructions, the logistics staff did not dare to neglect it in the slightest. They responded in unison and respectfully: "Yes!"

They then acted quickly and began to register the identities of every Astartes Space Marine who arrived.

Azrael approached Nak with a puzzled look on his face and asked softly, "What identity information do you want to register?"

Nak smiled slightly, slowly reached into the pocket of his military uniform, fumbled around, and then took out a small and exquisite card.

The card was shining with a faint silver light, and was densely engraved with various complex and detailed personal identification information.

He waved the card in his hand in front of Azrael and explained:

"Here, this is personal identity information. Under the command of the Star Lord, everyone must have their own identity tag to facilitate management."

"Oh!" Azriel nodded, not quite understanding, and waited for the logistics staff to process his identity information.

In just over ten minutes, the logistics staff had completed the relevant identity information for each Astarte.

"Let's go!" After completing the identity processing for all the Astartes, Nak led everyone to continue walking into the spaceport.

"Wow!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening noise, the Astartes were submerged in a sea of ​​noise as soon as they stepped into the spaceport.

When everyone looked up, they saw large construction machinery everywhere they could see.

They were like giant steel beasts, massive and imposing, laden with mountains of cargo, either unloaded from returning merchant ships or about to be loaded onto merchant ships preparing to set sail.

The bustling crowds of people shuttled back and forth in this busy venue, and the sounds of conversation intertwined into a unique symphony.

The deep roar of the massive construction machinery was like the pounding drumbeats in a symphony, shaking people's eardrums one after another. This scene, in every way, demonstrated the extreme prosperity and flourishing of this spaceport.

Argento gazed at the bustling scene before him and couldn't help but exclaim, "What a lively and bustling place!"

His eyes swept over the workers who were working hard and the robotic arms that were constantly loading and unloading goods, and he felt a sincere admiration for this vibrant vitality.

"Indeed, this kind of scene is impossible to see in the empire." Azriel, who was standing aside, nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with Argento's opinion.

When his eyes fell on those busy people, a question quietly crept into his mind.

He noticed that although Nak and his companions were powerful Space Marines, ordinary people passing by only nodded respectfully to them. They were not like the ordinary people in the Empire who would immediately prostrate themselves and worship the Emperor's angels when they saw them.

Azrael asked curiously, "Why didn't they kneel down to show respect when they saw the messenger of the Lord of the Stars?"

The Star Marine following Azrael responded with a hint of sarcasm: "We don't have any nobles here, so these people don't need to kneel."

Azrael was still puzzled. "Even if there are no nobles, you are still messengers of the Lord of the Stars. Aren't these people too disrespectful to you?"

The Space Marines sneered even louder. "Under the Star Lord, you want commoners to kneel down and salute you. What? Do you want to be on equal footing with the Star Lord?"

Azrael's face turned pale and he waved his hands in denial, "I...I didn't mean that. I didn't have that idea."

The Star Warrior looked at Azrael deeply, then continued slowly:

"It's best to put away your inexplicable pride in the Empire, otherwise sometimes you won't even know how you died."

"Yes." Azrael nodded bitterly.

Led by Nak, everyone entered a huge teleportation platform, which was specially used by the military and logistics departments.

"Swish!" A white light flashed, and everyone left the spaceport directly and entered the Governor's Building of City No. 1 in the Star Sea No. 1 world.

Nak turned around, glanced at the people behind him, took a deep breath, and slowly spoke:

"Alright everyone, we have now successfully entered World One."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward without hesitation and took the lead of the team.

Nak was seen walking forward with his head held high and chest puffed out, taking firm and powerful steps.

In this magnificent Consul's Building, countless busy officials were concentrating on various matters at hand. When they noticed the huge team led by Nak, they stopped their work and greeted Nak with smiles and enthusiasm.

"Hello, Captain Nak!"

"Captain Nak, welcome here!"

Warm greetings came one after another, and Nak remained polite and humble, nodding and responding to everyone.

Under the respectful and friendly gazes of many officials, Nak led everyone out of the Governor's Building.

The moment they stepped out of the Archon's Building, the Astartes following closely behind Nak were instantly shocked by the scene before them.

They stared with wide eyes and looked in amazement at this wonderful world that seemed to exist only in science fiction movies.

Looking around, there are countless skyscrapers standing in City No. 1. These tall buildings reach into the sky, so majestic and magnificent that they are breathtaking.

The exterior walls of each building shine with colorful light, as dazzling as a dream.

On the ground, dense crowds of people flowed like a tide, some were hurrying on their way, while others were strolling leisurely on the streets.

The air was even more lively, with all kinds of suspended vehicles whizzing past, including small and flexible cars, speeding motorcycles, and peculiarly shaped small airships.

Such a prosperous and noisy scene is simply overwhelming and dazzling.