A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 949

Chapter 949: Chapter 658: Locke Town_2 Chapter 949: Chapter 658: Locke Town_2 To put it simply, let's make an analogy: the gods on the Faelun Continent are just like company bosses, with powerful divine powers as multinational corporations and weak divine powers as local chain stores. The so-called war of gods is quite similar to a business war, aiming to crush the opponent's company, assimilate it, and expand oneself.

Like the God of Murder, Sherrick, the Prince of Lies, even wrote himself the He-Man Scripture, which essentially states that Sherrick is the one and only True God, and all others are false gods. This is fundamentally the same as slandering your competitors in a business war, claiming their products are knockoffs, and only yours are the officially licensed genuine items.

However, Grand Judge Duanmu Huai's Tribunal is not like that, the Tribunal is more akin to a band of robbers. When your company opens, I just barge in, sweep up the fruits of your hard labor, and ultimately burn down your company… That's exactly what Duanmu Huai did to Rose.

And the reason Duanmu Huai does this is because… he plans not to rely on collecting faith-based divine power.

The reason is quite simple: faith needs a name.

For instance, if someone worships Duanmu Huai, they would have to pray, “God of Destruction, Duanmu Huai, grant me strength! I am He-Man–!”

Oh, wrong, Duanmu Huai is not his name in this world– more precisely, it's his ID.

Yes, Duanmu Huai's ID is “Hitting your head with a small hammer.”

So, if a follower of the God of Destruction wants to call upon Duanmu Huai, they would have to shout, “God of Destruction, Hitting your head with a small hammer, grant me strength! I am He-Man–!”

Um, therefore, Duanmu Huai thinks being a robber isn't so bad.

It further proves the importance of having a respectable name.

Incidentally, to say that the Tribunal is like robbers is probably an understatement, it's more like the mafia. They vandalize, rob, burn, and even impose exorbitant loans on the opposition. Using the services of the Tribunal means that the soul is bound to the Tribunal, belonging to it upon death.

Yep, it's definitely a draconian clause, but as always, it's up to you whether you heed the warning or not.

But, Duanmu Huai doesn't plan to compete for followers with other deities in this world.

Business wars are just too inefficient; it's faster to directly seize companies– as the saying goes, a horse doesn't grow fat without grazing at night, and a person doesn't grow rich without unexpected fortune.

Aren't all these local deities just waiting to be plundered by me?

Well, enough said.

“Thank you.”

Duanmu Huai tenderly put the baby's corpse back into the coffin, then nodded at the priest.

“We will continue to investigate this matter… By the way, about this body, I would personally recommend burning it as soon as possible. It has been tainted by chaos, and merely being here, it may cause adverse effects on the surrounding environment.”

“This……”

Hearing Duanmu Huai's recommendation, the priest hesitated but after a moment's silence, nodded.

“Alright, I will make the proposal. I believe Tyler would not wish for this child to exist in such a desecrated form; disappearing within the sacred flames might be a better end.”

After confirming it was subspace corrosion, Duanmu Huai promptly took the others and left Deepwater City for Locke Town–For the Tribunal, nothing is more important than investigating subspace corrosion and invasions of Evil Gods, especially now that there were evident signs of such.

Going to Locke Town itself was not difficult; Locke Town is located to the east of Deepwater City. By taking a boat from Dagger Beach and sailing upstream along the Derin Bier River, passing through Noisy Water City would lead them to the Grey Peak Mountains, and behind those mountains lay the Lost Ground. At the foot of the mountains was Locke Town.

Once a mining town, Locke Town may have had its golden age. But like all resource-dependent locations, as soon as the ore was depleted, the town began its decline.

Nevertheless, when Duanmu Huai and his companions arrived at Locke Towngate, that seemingly thick and robust steel gate still testified to the town's former glory.

But that's all that remains: vestiges of past brilliance.

And naturally, the group was stopped in their tracks.

“Who, who are you?”

The guard at the post, his face pale, aimed a crossbow at Duanmu Huai and the others, and shouted loudly.

“I am Grand Judge Duanmu Huai from the Tribunal.”

Duanmu Huai showed the guard his Rose Knot, although he knew the other man wouldn't understand it, but the procedure still had to be followed.

“I am here to investigate the infant deaths that occurred here.”

“We have never heard of any Tribunal.”

However, just then, a man with a big beard approached the post, staring at Duanmu Huai he coldly began to speak.

“Locke Town does not need help; this town is currently under a blockade, and no one is allowed in or out. Please leave.”

“I think you are mistaken.”

Upon hearing the man's response, Duanmu Huai snorted coldly.

“We are not here to help you; investigating any incidents related to the Chaos Evil God is the duty of the Tribunal. This is not about help or assistance, but rather a job. Anyone who tries to prevent a Judge from conducting his investigations will be considered a Heretical Cultist–”
At this point, Duanmu Huai suddenly clenched his War Hammer and swung it forward.

“Kill without mercy!”

“Ah———-!”

Hearing Duanmu Huai's menacing words, the soldier holding a crossbow at the outpost went weak at the knees and collapsed on the ground, while the man stared at Duanmu Huai for a moment before speaking.

“From the sound of it, you know what has happened in this small town?”

“We need to conduct an investigation to be sure.”

“………”
Upon hearing Duanmu Huai's response, the man fell silent for a moment, then raised his hand.

“Open the gate, let them in.”

“But, but, mayor…”

“This is an order!”

Soon, the previously tightly closed steel gate slowly opened, and Duanmu Huai and the others entered the town. The gate closed again behind them, as if some terrible devil was chasing after them.

Meanwhile, within the town walls, a group of fully armed soldiers already wielding weapons watched Duanmu Huai and his companions nervously and cautiously. Judging from their equipment, these soldiers were merely local militiamen without much combat experience. In fact, just standing there in the presence of Duanmu Huai, they were already shaking. Mary seriously doubted that if Duanmu Huai were to roar, these soldiers would scatter like birds.

Then, the soldiers parted, and the man with the small mustache who spoke earlier came forward.

“I am Grensa Brown, the mayor of Locke Town.”

The man who claimed to be the mayor stared at Duanmu Huai and began to speak carefully, his expression extremely haggard, wearing a look of constant worry.

“Although now is not the right time, I still welcome you to Locke Town.”

Chapter end

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