Duanmu Huai admitted that when humanity united around a common goal, it could unleash tremendous power.
But he also knew that humanity itself was an incredibly complicated collective, especially in the Lower City—a filthy, foul place filled with toxic exhaust. Expecting everyone to work themselves to the bone and fight to the death like model laborers, well...
If this weren't inside the Eye of Terror, Duanmu Huai might have happily issued the fat governor an Extermination Order as a gift. But for now, he had a new idea.
Before that, however, Duanmu Huai had to inspect the "Dark Fortress."
In the name of the Inquisition, Duanmu Huai requisitioned an armored vehicle from the fat governor, who looked deeply worried.
"Inquisitor Lord, forgive my bluntness, but you really don't need to go personally to a place like that..."
"Whether it's necessary is for me to decide, not you, Governor."
Duanmu Huai rested a hand on his Chainsaw Sword and gently tapped it, reminding the fat man who was in charge here.
"But that place... Very well, please be careful."
The fat governor wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of anything appropriate. Although he wanted to send a Planetary Defense Force unit with Duanmu Huai, Duanmu Huai refused the gesture of goodwill. He knew exactly what was lurking beneath those soldiers' masks, and he didn't want to worry about being shot in the back while conducting his investigation.
Besides, explaining to the governor exactly how his soldiers had been killed would be too much trouble.
Duanmu Huai had no talent for making up lies.
Duanmu Huai drove the armored vehicle out of the city alone, then headed toward the Dark Fortress. Luckily—or unluckily—he encountered no threats along the way. Aside from the overly long drive causing him to nod off