Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 133 "Interrogator"

Just as the Eldar prophet felt the severe pain in his soul subside slightly, he felt his neck being tightly pinched and his right arm was separated from his body.

The severe pain made his raised left arm tremble slightly. Before he could launch an attack, the "Interrogator's" eyes flashed. The alien was hit by the "Mind Piercing" and his brain seemed to explode. Blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.

The Arbitration Lord dropped the unconscious Eldar prophet to the ground, and the Eldar rushed over from all directions.

Every second, Wind Riders fell off their motorcycles, but the Eldar did not dodge. They had to rescue the captured Prophet from the monkeys immediately.

The two fastest Eldar surrounded Howard and pounced on him.

Fearing the Prophet might be in the enemy's hands, they chose not to use their shuriken launchers but instead picked up power spears from the motorcycle weapon racks.

The Wind Riders quickly turned their jet bikes when they were only a few meters away from Howard.

The air flow drew a graceful arc, and the two Eldar warriors raised their power spears at the same time and stabbed at Howard.

The Sheriff took a step forward and passed through the Eldar's swift attack.

The two Eldar warriors were shocked that the black-armored monkey had such terrifying speed. They immediately turned their jet motorcycles around.

The Sheriff swung his power sword and used the 16th Art of Osberch-Vaya to instantly complete six stabs.

The two Eldar warriors were unable to dodge and were torn into several pieces by the blue energy field, sliding off the jet bike which was speeding due to inertia.

A moment later, except for the six Wind Riders who were captured alive, all the other Sam-Hanlings who invaded the Sheriff's jurisdiction were killed.

Howard carried the unconscious Eldar prophet to the interrogation room, and the technical sergeant immediately used thorn-like shackles specially made for the Eldar prophet to pierce the alien's left arm and legs.

The unconscious Eldar prophet instinctively trembled in pain when countless spikes pierced his body.

Then, a member of the Honor Guard roughly pulled off his armor, still angry about the death of his battle brother.

The Eldar prophet's head hit the chair heavily, revealing his pale face and blood dripping onto the ground.

The Eldar prophet gradually regained consciousness after being injected with an interrogation drug developed through experiments on captives of his own kind.

The Eldar's keen perception allowed him to still feel the excruciating pain in his soul, and he also discovered that his own psychic powers were also suppressed.

Chains pierced his bones, forged from psychic-resistant material, separating him from the Warp.

Just when he was still in a daze, he heard the poor and unpleasant Eldar language.

"The Prophet of Sam-Han..."

Howard spoke in the Eldar language, which he had only recently learned in part, and after focusing the Eldar prophet's attention on himself, he switched back to High Gothic.

"I believe you speak Gothic."

The Inquisitor saw the Eldar holding their necks high and looking at him with contempt, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Very good, I like your rebellious look."

The interrogator said this, his eyes flashing like electricity.

The next moment, the Eldar prophet felt as if electric currents were running through his soul, and the electric currents formed into barbed whips, constantly whipping his soul.

The severe pain in his soul made him frown. Just when he was being tortured by the "Whip of Pain", the High Gothic language rang in his ears again.

"Do you speak High Gothic?"

The Eldar prophet didn't want to answer the monkey's words, but he felt an unimaginable oppression. He felt as if there were electric currents running around in his mind, forming a thorny whip that kept whipping his soul.

He felt pain and numbness, as if coming from deep within his brain, making him unable to resist. He could only shiver and his knees went weak.

For the Eldar prophet, this kind of pain is even more painful than having his body pierced by countless spikes or tortured by anti-psychic materials.

That was a sharp pain that struck the soul!
The Eldar prophet finally said unwillingly, "The monkey's language is of no difficulty to me." He just wanted to take the opportunity to mock the black-armored monkey in front of him to ease the pain a little.

It would be best if the other party gave him relief out of anger.

"Your language, like your imperfectly evolved bodies, is monotonous and boring."

The "interrogator" immediately felt something melting inside his body, and it was more obvious than when he interrogated the Eldar captives before. He continued to ask.

"your name?"

The Eldar prophet felt as if the whip of electricity within his mind was raised high. The extreme pain warned him to answer the question, but he still stubbornly did not speak.

The Inquisitor immediately mobilized his spiritual power and lashed the alien's soul with the Whip of Pain. "What's your name?"

"Shawcross."

The Eldar prophet spat out part of the name, gaining temporary relief from the pain.

Howard felt like digesting something again, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said sarcastically.

"I thought the proud Eldar were so strong, but I don't think you're much stronger than a monkey."

"Don't be... complacent."

The Eldar prophet said with difficulty, "You won't get any useful information."

"Can't get it?"

Howard smiled and struck Shawcross's soul with a Whip of Pain.

"Tell me, what did you predict?"

"What prophecy drove you to this star region?"

Shawcross felt a sharp pain and was shocked to find that his fellow tribesmen could no longer withstand the torture and told the monkeys what they knew.

The Eldar prophet was enraged at the weakness of his kin, but he also understood the reasons for their submission.

The black-armored monkey in front of him possessed a strange ability that could actually whip his soul directly. This was the first time he had heard of such an ability.

"How did you do it? Why can you whip my soul?"

"Eldar, you are not qualified to ask me questions."

The Inquisitor said as he used another Whip of Pain to make the Eldar captive recognize his identity.

"Answer my question, what is your prophecy?"

"You vulgar monkey, you are like your own tyrants. You are the enemy of Sam-Han and you must die."

The "interrogator" felt like digesting something again, and he immediately realized that the answer to his question was contained therein.

[The Eldar prophet predicted that the Ark of Sam-Han and the Legion, the same genetic father, would be enemies.]
"Tell me, where is the Vigilance Star?"

The Eldar prophet said nothing. He was shocked and terrified.

He knew that humans named the planet Vigilance, which was of great importance to Sam-Han.

The monkey actually knew that world existed. The prophecy was indeed correct. Nimrod and his descendants are Sam-Han's enemies. They must not be allowed to find that world.
"Don't tell me," the "interrogator" said with a smile, "We still have plenty of time to play."

"Believe me, you will tell me everything I want to know."

"Dream on," Shawcross said sarcastically. "Nimrod and you will all perish and die..."

Suffering soul whipping, the words of the Eldar prophet came to an abrupt end.

He saw the anger flashing in Howard's black eyes, "Alien, you are a captive. You are not qualified to call the Father of Genes by his name."

Just as the "Interrogator" was interrogating the Eldar prophet, above Terra, Nimrod was in the first-floor hall, listening to Arsena's report.

"My Lord, I found in the Kranim Library a rubbing of an ancient Achaemenid mural, and gained inspiration from it."

"Besides that, I also..."

After listening to the briefing from the "Reader", Nimrod nodded with satisfaction.

"Well done, keep it up."

"Sir, there is one more thing you need to decide."

"Today, many families came to me, and they all hope to gain your support."

Ningluo tapped the back of the chair with his fingers. These nobles didn't know what Old Man Huang was thinking. The Primarchs and Space Marines were tools of war.

No Primarch or Astartes would be on the future Council of Terra, including the Warmaster in memory and Guilliman who had demonstrated outstanding governance and political abilities, and naturally including him.

[Well, it might be worth meeting them. I also need Terra's eyes and ears and spokespersons.]
(End of this chapter)