This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 44: Do you like to be tough?

"Tsk, stupid monkey."

The Archon, who had been cut into a human stick, looked at these praying Space Marines and Sisters and couldn't help but mutter something sarcastically in the Eldar language.

The gazes from Kawl and Romulus quickly focused on him.

Romulus's eyes became dangerous. He had just been interrupted by a sudden burst of religious fanaticism and didn't know what to do. Then he remembered that they still had a prisoner.

You like to find a sense of existence here, right?

Of course he knew what the consul was satirizing.

You have to know that the experiences of these elves in the past were very similar to those of the current human empire.

In ancient times, the Eldar were extremely powerful. Their almost infinite lifespan and the technology inherited from the Old Ones made them the overlords of the galaxy for a long time.

As we all know, people cannot be too idle.

The same applies to the Eldar.

With productivity liberated and no competitors around, the elves began to pursue sensory stimulation. Relying on the fact that they could not die no matter how hard they tried, they began to degenerate into increasingly bizarre lifestyles.

The countless extreme emotions generated by this process awakened the Prince of Pleasure - Slaanesh, which ultimately led to the collapse of the Eldar Empire and the differentiation of the three major Eldar factions today, which began to survive.

Doesn’t this scene look very similar to the current human empire?

They also ruled over most of the galaxy and were equally rigid and corrupt.

It's simply that the elves indulge in pleasure because they have no rivals, while humans are fanatical and extreme in order to survive.

Therefore, in the eyes of the vast majority of Eldar who understand humans, the current Emperor is the same as Slaanesh.

In their eyes, humans who believe in the Emperor are no different from the Eldar who believe in Slaanesh, and are the kind of people who are as stupid as can be.

Of course, what humans understand most is jealousy.

It was obvious that this race should have perished along with the Eldar in the Old Night Era, but a god who favored them forcibly turned the balance of fate.

But what are you, a Dark Eldar, doing here?

It’s fine for us brothers to criticize the Emperor and the Empire, but it’s a well-known fact that the Emperor is personified and the Empire responds.

You guys who created Slaanesh and haven't reflected on it yet still have the nerve to breathe?

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Romulus and Cawl's eyes met for a moment, and it was obvious that they both understood that the other could understand the Eldar language.

This doesn't seem like he has never dealt with the elves before.

Both sides thought at the same time.

Romulus had reason to believe that the Archsage knew how to interrogate the Eldar, but he just didn't say it, or rather, when the Dark Eldar boarded the ship, maintaining stability was his goal.

Then Kaul stepped back half a meter, indicating that he would hand over the right to deal with the alien to the other party.

“This is your reward.”

Kaur said so.

"Ah."

Romulus nodded and looked at the consul who was hanging on the golden coffin and was unrecognizable.

In order to prevent the Archon from committing suicide, the Shark's pharmacist immediately conducted a careful examination of him. However, when dealing with aliens, the pharmacist's examination method was naturally not gentle.

"Hehe, just ask if you have anything to ask."

The Archon raised his head and glanced at everyone with sinister eyes, engraving the appearance of these monkeys deeply into his soul.

The Archon vowed to avenge this humiliation. One day, he would collect these monkeys from his collection, torture them with the most horrific methods, and then hand them over to the Haemonculi to be transformed into engines of pain.

"Then will you tell the truth?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't think so. You guys always like to weave one conspiracy after another, and never tell the truth. I'm afraid some necessary measures are needed."

"Oh, maybe if you beg me for mercy now, I'll consider giving you an invitation when I take your life in the future."

All the nuns and Astartes present looked at the alien with anger, wishing they could cut it into pieces.

Such an insult to a saint has already made everyone's anger reach the limit.

"hehe."

Even though he had fallen into the hands of the enemy and had lost all ability to resist, the consul had no awareness of being a prisoner.

His eyes were full of contempt, without any panic or dejection, as he glanced at the black box that imprisoned his men, and then began to greet everyone present with the dirtiest words he knew.

He had spent three years of emptiness and darkness in the captivity of a Blood Orculus. Just when his soul was about to be lost, the Blood Orculus, who had gained nothing, was forced to abide by the contract and release him.

The Archon did not believe that these monkeys, who had never even touched the limits of intelligent life's perception, could be made to speak by punishment.

The pharmacist took the trouble to silence the Archon at Tiberus's command.

The time travelers only found the tough governor funny.

Well, literally hilarious.

They found it funny to think that such a stubborn guy, no matter how he was tortured, would burst into tears and spew out all the information in his head.

Compared to the vast majority of people in the Empire who are helpless when facing the Dark Eldar, the time travelers have plenty of ways.

"Inquisitor Aglaia."

Ramses, the team's think tank, spoke.

"grown ups!"

Aglaia straightened up quickly, wondering why the other party called him first.

You have to know that her interrogation process was actually quite embarrassing. She didn't find out anything and was even tricked. So when she saw the captured consul, she forced herself to suppress her excitement and planned to let Romulus and others deal with it first.

"I heard that in every civilized world of the empire, a heretical sect called Pleasure, which focuses on extravagant enjoyment, always becomes popular among the upper class nobles?"

Aglaia would not pay special attention to the demons. She was well aware of the consequences of sinking deeper and deeper into the warp, but she was still aware of the heretical beliefs such as the Cult of Pleasure that often broke out among the upper echelons of the empire.

After all, if you want to study the history of this empire, you cannot avoid chaos.

Aglaia has recently been researching the subject of the Horus Heresy, in which the Primarch's betrayal is closely related to Chaos.

"Yes."

It was not clear why Ramses asked this question. After confirming that everyone around him was qualified to listen to this forbidden knowledge, Aglaia thought for a moment and agreed to what the other party said.

"According to recorded information, these kinds of sects are generally difficult to detect, and usually only come into the Inquisitor's sight after a demonic disaster breaks out."

Ramses looks like an inquirer seeking truth.

Aglaia was keenly aware of this slight change. She looked up at the consul's eyes, only to find that the look that originally contained strong provocation was now filled with a hint of deep-hidden fear.

"Yes, because these heretics usually lurk among the upper class. Even the Inquisition cannot investigate them without reason. Moreover, the power they possess allows them to conceal their heretical behavior very well, so that such sects will eventually cause great disasters."

She immediately responded cooperatively.

(End of this chapter)