So, bored, Chang Wei decided to take the opportunity to see the customs and people of the Imperial Capital, and to understand the people's true thoughts and living conditions. They say that civilians in Warhammer 40,000 live like dogs, sometimes even worse than dogs. They struggle daily between food and clothing and life and death, so he decided to take a closer look. If even the people of the Imperial Capital struggle, there's no point in expecting anything better elsewhere.
Soon, Chang Wei walked on the streets of the imperial capital, surrounded by Rigo, Tosh, Palpatine and 30 canned people.
It was just nightfall, and on the street, a group of people were cleaning up bloodstains and repairing broken road slabs. Judging from their attire, they were likely ordinary citizens of the empire.
When they saw Chang Wei and his group arriving in such a majestic manner, those people were instantly frightened like quails. They all stopped what they were doing, made way for them, and knelt on both sides with their heads on the ground, not daring to look up.
Chang Wei saw their actions, frowned, and said to Palpatine beside him: "Bring someone here and ask them why they are kneeling."
Palpatine smiled slightly, a smile that was extremely ugly and sinister, then he raised his hand and grabbed, using the Force to lift a kneeling civilian into the air and brought him in front of Chang Wei.
Chang Wei was speechless. "Can't you be a little gentler? Are you trying to scare others to death? Look, everyone has started to pee their pants!"
Chang Wei approached the terrified civilian and asked, "Don't be afraid, we're not bad people. I'm just curious, why did you kneel down when you saw us coming?"
The man hesitated for a long moment before answering, "Because you and your guards are angels of the Divine Emperor! We kneel down spontaneously out of our inner piety. We are afraid because we fear that our lowly bodies might offend the elders!"
Chang Wei didn't know what to say after hearing this explanation. Whether the other party was telling the truth or not, it proved one thing, that is, the ignorance and humility of the lower class people.
After all, it's Warhammer 40,000, so I can't expect too much. But now that I'm here, this situation will change.
Chang Wei had someone throw some money at him, asked for directions to the nearest commercial district and market, and then continued on his way.
Soon, they arrived at a night market. Upon entering, the civilian vendors weren't startled, but instead looked at them with adoration and respect. After all, they had lived in the Imperial Capital for so long, often seeing the Emperor's angels. Their faith was unwavering!
Chang Wei came to a stall and his eyes lit up instantly. Because on the stall were figurines of a group of Primarchs and Astartes of various major legions.
He picked up a Guilliman figurine, playing with it and examining it carefully. It was truly lifelike, a work of art beyond compare. On his own 21st-century Earth, a figurine like this would cost at least several hundred, perhaps even thousands of dollars!
At this time, the stall owner saw Chang Wei staring at it for so long, and asked cautiously and nervously: "Sir, is there anything wrong with this statue?"
Holy Icon??? Isn’t this a figurine?
"Shit!" Chang Wei slapped his forehead before realizing it. These weren't figurines at all! They were holy images to be taken home for prayer and worship. In an age when the Emperor, the Primarchs, and the Astartes were myths, it seemed perfectly reasonable for people to make them into holy images and worship them.
Chang Wei paid for a Guilliman figurine, as his toilet brush was missing a charm. Guilliman had, after all, wreaked havoc in Nurgle's back garden, so having one on the toilet brush seemed fitting.
A fragrance wafted over, Chang Wei looked over and saw someone selling pancakes?
He rolled his throat and then strode over.
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