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Wind God-class quietly landed on a secluded grassland in the outskirts of Datharas. After the four wheels touched the ground, the lights on the ship dimmed, as if blending into the night. John gave the order to AI Boudrias to guard the ship, and then the four quickly grabbed their equipment and stepped out of the ship.
"Keep an eye on Wind God-class, Boudrias. We don't know how long we'll be gone, but protecting this ship is your top priority now," instructed John.
"Understood, Captain John. Wishing you all the best." AI Boudrias responded coldly but professionally.
Stepping out of the Wind God-class, the four felt the long-lost ground and a gentle breeze. John's communicator suddenly vibrated, and a message from Shadow popped up. After quickly checking, John said to the others, "Our contact is waiting for us at a bar in the capital. We need to hurry over there."
Taktron quickly took out his smart tablet and after a brief operation, reported, "Not far, about a twenty-minute walk."
"Then let's get moving," nodded John, and Taktron led the way, walking at the front with everyone.
At first, they passed through a suburban area filled with an industrial atmosphere, like the empire's backyard, full of endless steel and machinery. Towering chimneys continuously spewed thick smoke, roaring like an indefatigable giant beast. Huge factories filled the entire field of vision, each one like a small castle, strong and cold. These factories constantly devoured various raw materials from all over, then spewed out finished products and exhaust fumes. The ground was unadorned concrete, full of cracks and oil stains, as if the earth itself was protesting against this exploited fate.
Alixia furrowed her brow slightly, seeing a group of workers in tattered clothing resting at the factory gate. Their eyes were filled with fatigue and despair, but at the same time, they also revealed a perseverance and resilience towards life.
"These people are really having a hard time," Taktron said in a low voice, his gaze sweeping through the workers through the car window, feeling somewhat uneasy.
As they continued forward, the scenery gradually changed. Factories and chimneys became fewer, replaced by skyscrapers and futuristic buildings. The road became smoother, and even some greenery began to appear. Along the road they passed, there were several fountains and green gardens, all seeming like the city was trying hard to showcase its different side from the industrial area. The buildings here were more complex and varied, some even bearing symbols of mysticism, hinting at the city harboring indescribable power.
Karenmu noticed that among these new buildings, some were constructed by craftsmen of the Mechanist sect, while others were clearly influenced by alien civilizations. Here, there were not only humans, but also various other races. A group of Tau were discussing something, and the high-tech equipment around them emitted a faint blue light. Several members of the Eldar walked gracefully, their movements resembling a dance, each step filled with rhythm and power.
Finally, they arrived at a bustling futuristic city district. The buildings here were full of curves and glass, reflecting various lights. Giant electronic screens displayed all kinds of advertisements and messages, from new war equipment to upcoming dramas. Pedestrians on the street wore all sorts of futuristic clothing, some even with obvious modifications and mechanical attachments. A Mechanist adept walked slowly, adorned with various machinery and energy weapons, as if he were a walking piece of art.
"Looks like we've arrived," John said, his gaze sweeping over the scenery.
The capital city of Datharas is a dazzling futuristic city that showcases the perfect fusion of diverse cultures and advanced technology. Unlike other areas of the Yakannix Planet, it is a vibrant and innovative place. High-speed hovertrains race through the dense buildings, cutting through the sky like lightning. Neon lights flicker, illuminating a variety of shops and malls, offering everything from exquisite artworks to state-of-the-art energy weapons.
This city is a melting pot, attracting races from all over the galaxy. Humans, Tau, Eldar, and even some other rare extraterrestrial species are all seeking opportunities or realizing their dreams in this crowded city. The cultural fusion here is dazzling: you might see a noble Eldar in formal attire in a high-end restaurant, or encounter a Tau merchant in battle gear at the night market. Various languages and dialects echo through the city, creating a wonderful symphony.
However, Datharas is also a city full of danger and excitement. Despite appearing harmonious on the surface, underground trade and organizations are still active. Various illegal items flow out from here, from banned drugs to smuggled ancient artifacts. While the security here is strongly maintained by the empire, it still cannot completely eliminate the Chaos Sect disciples and various criminal activities.
John and his group walked along the busy street, their eyes scanning the food stalls on the side of the road, where there were exotic foods and drinks. They passed by a fountain square and saw several children playing on a device similar to an anti-gravity board, laughing and spinning in the air. Just then, a figure in a dark robe quietly disappeared from the crowd, sending shivers down their spines.
"It seems that this city is not only impressive, but also full of unknown dangers," John said, furrowing his brow slightly.
"This is its charm," Alixia responded, "there are endless possibilities here, but also unpredictable risks."
"A place that people both love and hate," Taktron added, while checking his data board, "but regardless, this is the beginning of our new mission, and we better be careful."
"Said well," Karenmu said, gripping the sacred weapon in his hand.
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