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Chapter 1806 Everything is normal (the dumplings we eat have no fillings but only skins)

"prophecy?"

When the fat governor heard Duanmu Huai's question, his face was full of smiles.

"Ah, I have indeed heard of that prophecy. But I don't think there is anything wrong with it. Everyone believed in that prophecy, so they were able to persist even after losing contact with the Empire. Because we believe that the Empire will come back one day, all we have to do is believe in the God-Emperor and the Empire."

For the top management, this is not a problem. A vague prophecy can make their work much easier. At least there will be no riots or rebellions or even worse. However, in Duanmu Huai's opinion, things are not that simple.

"Where is the man who made the prophecy?"

"I heard that he has died... I remember that the former governor held a grand funeral for him. There should be records of this in the library."

"I want to review this part of the record."

Duanmu Huai's voice was very calm.

"The Empire will not ignore the sacrifices of those who are loyal."

Likewise, the Empire will not ignore the folly of those who betray it.

However, Duanmu Huai felt that there was no need to say this sentence, and the other party should be able to understand it.

Or it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand.

"Of course. I will immediately send someone to the library to retrieve this part of the report. You will be able to receive the original record before dinner."

The Fat Governor made the promise with a smile. Perhaps in his eyes, this was an opportunity to rise to prominence. A world that had lost contact still maintained the loyalty of the Empire and the Emperor, and continued to this day. Perhaps he was still hoping that this would allow him to be promoted and take a step further... Well, that's good. There's nothing wrong with dreaming.

"By the way, what's the story behind the Dark Fortress? I heard an interesting story before."

After asking about the prophecy, Duanmu Huai thought of another question, and this time, the fat governor's reaction was unexpectedly calm.

"Oh, that's just a stupid rumor. I don't know how it got out... The so-called Dark Fortress is actually the colony ship that the first group of colonists arrived on this planet. It seems that something went wrong with the battleship, so it was forced to land there..."

"Fault?"

"It could be poison gas, or an explosion or something like that."

The Fat Governor waved his hand.

"Anyway, after that, the other colonists left that place and built our new city here. No one has ever gone back there. As for the story you mentioned, it did happen. The doctor at the time also performed an autopsy and examination on the soldier's body. At least according to the analysis results, he seemed to have died of some kind of poison. So after that, everyone believed that the area had been shrouded in poisonous fog, so it was strictly forbidden for others to go there again."

"In other words, you don't have any specific information about that place?"

"This is very difficult. The evacuation seemed very chaotic... There are no records left... But if you want to see the 'Dark Fortress' itself, it is not difficult. Please follow me."

As he spoke, the fat governor struggled to move his fat body to stand up from the chair, then came to the balcony, and Duanmu Huai also walked to his side. Then he saw the fat governor stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

"Look, there it is..."

"Um………"

Duanmu Huai raised his head and looked at a blurry black shadow at the end of the distant horizon. The sensor in his helmet began to work and quickly presented the pattern that was originally far away in the sky to his eyes. He saw the wreckage of a warship dumped in the wilderness desert. The wind and sand covered its metal and mottled body, but Duanmu Huai could still easily identify the ship.

It was not an Imperial transport or armed freighter, but a warship.

To be exact, it was a Retribution-class battleship.

"Has the Empire ever sent anyone to investigate there?"

"This... report, I don't know, but I think there should be..."

These were no ordinary colonists.

Duanmu Huai retracted his gaze again. At least, their ancestors were not like that. Unfortunately, it had been so long, so Duanmu Huai couldn't even find anyone to ask for relevant information at that time. He didn't want to use his divine power here casually. After all, this was the Eye of Terror, the lair of the Chaos Evil God. Using the power of the God of Destruction here was like lighting a lamp in a dark cave.

If nothing else, the demons would surely swarm in.

"I need to evaluate your current production situation." Duanmu Huai thought for a moment and then made a decision.

"You shouldn't mind if I go to the production area to check on the situation."

Hearing Duanmu Huai's question, the fat governor's expression stiffened slightly, as if he was tasting delicious champagne and found that he was stuffed with a mouthful of excrement.

"Of course, Your Excellency the Inquisitor, you are here on behalf of the Empire, and I am sure the workers will be very happy to see you."

This is undoubtedly just polite nonsense.

Duanmu Huai knew very well that this was not the case at all.

The same is true.

If you don't count the food-producing planets, almost any production area on any planet can be considered a large slum, a rotten mire, a dirty and smelly atmosphere, and workers in greasy clothes.

A large garbage dump.

And of course, garbage dumps breed pests.

Aliens, heretics, and cult members who believe in evil gods.

Duanmu Huai stood silently on the flat-bottomed boat, while the fat governor beside him looked a little uneasy. With his pampered status, the fat governor actually didn't want to come to such a dirty place. Moreover, he hadn't taken off his formal dress yet, and hadn't brushed his teeth yet. The stench from the processing area was like a physical object, making the fat governor feel suffocated, as if the stench of corruption had turned into a physical hand, entering his body through his nostrils, and then grabbing his stomach, trying to pull it out of his throat.

The workers worked silently without stopping what they were doing. They were orderly, diligent and silent in carrying materials and checking pipelines. They were simply the most dedicated workers.

"It seems you are taking good care of them, Governor."

Duanmu Huai spoke casually while glancing at the production area below, and the fat governor could only cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and smile politely - he was not wearing a helmet like Duanmu Huai, so there was nothing he could do except endure the stench that was like torture.

Then, without any warning, Duanmu Huai suddenly jumped off the flat-bottomed boat.

His behavior made the Fat Governor stunned for a moment. Before the Fat Governor could react, Duanmu Huai had already landed heavily on the ground. He completely ignored the surprised looks cast at him and strode towards a small alley nearby. If it were Duanmu Huai's real body, it would not be easy to enter such a small place.

But fortunately, as a clone, Duanmu Huai could easily pass through this narrow alley and continue forward. He took a step forward without hesitation, heading towards the darkest, most chaotic, and most dangerous place. The eyes staring at Duanmu Huai also changed from confusion and surprise at the beginning to anger and uneasiness.

However, Duanmu Huai didn't care about these looks, because his hand was on the chainsaw sword, and he believed that these workers understood what it meant.

What the Inquisition loves most and is best at is a massacre.

Then, Duanmu Huai came to the end of the alley, where a piece of rag was hanging, as if covering something. Duanmu Huai paused, then he reached out and pulled open the rag.

He had seen this situation many times, those shrines hidden in the most secret places of the garbage dump, the filthy symbols and icons of the evil gods, and the evil and ugly cultists...

However, behind the rags, there was only an empty space with a few wooden boxes filled with food.

There were no shrines, no filthy symbols of evil gods, only words of "Protection by the Emperor of God" on the wall, as if even in this lowest, darkest place, people still believed in and loyally looked forward to the glory of the Emperor of God.

Duanmu Huai was silent for a moment, then turned and left.

When he walked out of the alley, he saw the fat governor running towards him breathlessly and the guards who were facing a serious enemy.

"You take good care of this world, Governor."

Staring at the fat governor in front of him, Duanmu Huai spoke lightly.

"The people here are so pious, so persistent, and so full of hope and faith in the Emperor. Even in such a harsh environment, they still use their lives to serve the Emperor and the Empire. This is really something worth celebrating. I think the Empire will reward you for your loyalty and ability."

"Thank you very much for your compliment, Your Honor."

The fat governor, who was originally uneasy, smiled a little more when he heard Duanmu Huai's praise. Although he didn't know what Duanmu Huai had just done, at least for now, everything here seemed to satisfy the erratic judge. This also made the fat governor feel relieved. After all, he had heard of the horror stories of the court, and he didn't want a large-scale massacre or disaster to happen in his city. At least for now, it seemed that the judge had no intention of creating horror stories here.

Duanmu Huai turned his head again and looked around carefully. He saw that the workers had resumed their previous working status, as if nothing had happened. Everything was in order, calm and comfortable, so Duanmu Huai nodded.

"Okay, let's get out of here."

Now, he knew what the problem was with this place.