The Black Hive, where the palace stood, was wrapped in layer upon layer of walls. Guards stood every few steps along the ramparts, and the turrets atop the walls made it look like a black cactus from afar.
As the Crown World of the Imperium of Man, Terra naturally housed an enormous population. Aside from the many land platforms floating in the air, every inch of ground was worth a fortune.
That was not a figure of speech, but the truth. The price of a castle on another planet would only buy a palm-sized plot of land on Terra.
Space Marines did not like money. They had no interest in it. Even if those hulking men saw gold bars on the road, they would not pick them up.
But for ordinary people, money was immensely important. Although stories in the Warhammer World mostly revolved around Space Marines or regular soldiers, downplaying the role of money, the existence of any society depended on the circulation of the means of production and equivalents of value.
To Su Ming, the Imperium of Man in the Warhammer Universe was an example of a failed society. There were many things happening here that Deathstroke would never allow to happen on his own Earth.
The failures of those before served as lessons for those after. Learning had always been an important evolutionary tool for humans as intelligent beings, and the experience of others' failures was all the more valuable.
After parking the warship not far from the Terran Court, the three began making their way north from the equatorial region. Along the way, Su Ming took in the sights everywhere they went.
In truth, there was not much to see. It was just a mechanical wasteland. Everywhere was a forest of steel, everywhere packed with dense