A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 1022

Chapter 1022: Chapter 702 Refutation_2 Chapter 1022: Chapter 702 Refutation_2 “Perhaps we should talk to Your Honor, the Judge.”

Taviz spoke up at this moment.

“Perhaps… I think he might point us in the right direction.”

“Do you trust him that much, Taviz?”

Luo Ken also looked toward Taviz.

“To tell the truth, I suspect this fleet's relationship with the Imperial may be unusual. You all heard, during the battle, they screamed 'for humanity,' 'for the Tribunal,' but they never mentioned anything about the 'Imperial' or 'The Emperor.'
“I know.”

Taviz nodded.

“But what we need to do now is to find a target. We have seen what an Astarte without a target can do, and none of us want to experience that here again.”

After making the decision, the three hurried back to the great hall, but to their surprise, when they entered, they saw Sindman and that woman sitting in chairs, chatting with the Great Judge.

“Oh, you've arrived.”

Seeing the three Astarte Warriors, Duanmu Huai chuckled and nodded toward Sindman and the woman.

“These two have been trying to convince me that my arrival is part of the Emperor's plan. I must say, their logic is quite coherent. If it were written as a novel, it would at least make sense.”

Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, the expressions of Luo Ken and Taviz appeared somewhat helpless, while Garo furrowed his brow. Even if the Imperial truth was a lie, he still disliked these overly spiritual missionaries.

“Because it is the truth, Grand Judge-sama.”

The woman spoke again, her voice soft, calm.

“The Emperor's radiance guided you here, to search for a brand-new future…”

“To tell the truth, I think I've heard enough.”

Duanmu Huai waved his hand.

“I never got high grades on reading comprehension in language class, so you don't need to strain to make my actions sound so noble… And… I just thought of something very interesting.”

Staring at the old missionary and the woman, Duanmu Huai suddenly thought of a well-known joke among the players.

“You say you believe in the Emperor, consider him the True God, right?”

“Yes, Grand Judge-sama, the Emperor is indeed the true god of this universe…”

“I don't disagree, but what proof do you have that your believed Emperor is indeed The Emperor?”

It must be said, Duanmu Huai's question really baffled everyone.

“We, of course, believe in the Emperor…”

“Emperor is just a title.”

Duanmu Huai interrupted the woman's defense.

“A noble title, but not unique in the universe.”

Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, Luo Ken's expression was quite peculiar. He vividly recalled how, previously, the Luna Wolves Warband had conquered a civilized galaxy, where the leader of that civilization also called himself The Emperor. He even set a trap to lure the Astarte, but in the end, Horus personally killed him.

Thus, for a long period after that, “When Horus killed The Emperor, I was there” became a very popular joke among the warriors of the Luna Wolves.

Now, it seemed more like a prophecy.

“So, you can't prove that the Emperor you worship is the Emperor of Terra.”

Duanmu Huai spread his hands, looking at the woman with a smile that was not quite a smile.

“Right?”

“But I felt his power, the brilliance from Terra guided me, dispelled the fog, and foretold the future…”

The woman clenched her fists, placing them on her chest, while Duanmu Huai remained entirely unmoved.

“Hmm, I agree with that point; I just said that many deities are born from the power of will. If there are enough believers and citizens within the Empire who think the Emperor is a True God, who will protect humans forever, then indeed a true god–named the Emperor–may appear.”

At this point, Duanmu Huai chuckled.

“So, you plan to use the Deity named the Emperor to replace the ruler of the Human Empire, that Emperor, huh… quite interesting, isn't it? From that perspective, you aren't too different from Horus.”

Hearing Duanmu Huai's mockery, the woman's expression changed dramatically, the old Missionary beside her trembled, and the three Asttart Warriors were equally stunned.

“No! Grand Judge-sama! The Emperor we believe in is indeed Terra's Emperor! Not anyone else!”

“You're just his worshippers. If it's a fictitious deity, it naturally conforms to your imagination because it was your thoughts that created him. But the Emperor does exist; look, like those idolized artists. Their worshippers also regard these artists as perfect and peerless, but you must be well aware there's a gap between the artists as seen by their worshippers and the artists in reality. You agree, don't you?”

“This…”

The woman stepped back. She wanted to deny Duanmu Huai's words, but she had to admit, there was reason in what Duanmu Huai said. She herself was a recorder, surrounded by many artist friends; she knew many mortals worshipped these artists, even willing to devote everything to them. In these worshippers' eyes, the artists were all noble and dashing celebrities. But she knew, oftentimes her peers were heavy drinkers and even frequently gave up on themselves…

“No!”

The woman screamed out loud, trembling as she collapsed to the ground.

“I didn't mean that……….!”

At this moment, she completely lost her usual eloquence. She had never considered this question–was the Emperor she worshipped really the same person as the one in Terra?

If they weren't the same, then what did everything she had done represent?

“Alright, it seems we can stop here.”

Duanmu Huai spread his hands.

“You should go and think about life, and stop bothering me with such trivial matters in the future.”

This issue Duanmu Huai raised was actually a famous joke among players. Once a very serious player posted, complaining, “After reading the Word Bearer, I feel that the Emperor in there isn't the same person as Terra's,” and then another player replied, “Then what can you prove the Emperor is the Emperor?”

So it turned into a nesting doll meme.

You can't prove that the Emperor you worship is the Emperor, meaning Terra's Emperor might not be the Emperor of the National Religion… hilarious.

At most, you can only say they share the same name.

So the soul in the skeleton on the Golden Toilet might not be Terra's Emperor anymore but has become the National Religion's Emperor.

This is a case of the Crown Prince being replaced–Rogal has successfully usurped the throne over ten thousand years. Congratulations, congratulations.

For Duanmu Huai, it was just a joke, but it seemed to have hit Sindman and that woman hard. They supported each other, trembling as they left the hall. The three Asttart Warriors watched them, feeling an inexplicable sympathy.

“Alright, the boring stuff is over.”

Duanmu Huai withdrew his gaze, patting the little head of Ogis beside him as he turned to the three.

“So, what did you want to see me for?”

Chapter end

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