"I am not satisfied with this answer."
The power of biological psychic energy twisted every cell of this Dark Eldar warrior captain's body, while countless thick, serpent-like nerves shot out from his body, piercing through the skull that had long been hollowed out.
This was a form of torture unbearable to any living being. The nerve signals that shredded every cell in his body were transmitted to the brain through the proliferating nerves.
Accompanied by the forcibly awakened consciousness, the victim’s soul would savor the amplified pain a thousandfold.
"Your strategic deploynt, your objective, and who sent you here?"
The Judicator’s eyes glead as she skillfully maintained this critical state right when the opponent's body was on the verge of collapse and spoke.
"Ah... ahh—"
The painful wail lasted only a short while before transforming into a deep, guttural roar, which seed to carry a sense of relief, like so sort of release.
"Little monkey, I've endured far worse pain than this, ah—this suffering, your thods are nowhere near as effective as the Blood Dancers, but it's still sowhat fresh. According to your monkeys' standards, I'd begrudgingly rate you as 'good'. Heh..."
The warrior captain tilted his head as his neck, bloated with forced nerve growth, imdiately cracked, and a pain beyond description once again drew out a comfortable moan from the grotesque being whose appearance was no longer remotely humanoid.
This caused the silver rose Sisters who had just entered the room to show expressions of revulsion, slightly raising the barrels of their lta guns.
"..."
Facing this alien who seed impervious to anything, the young Judicator found herself in a dilemma, and soon she simply increased the psychic energy output.
"Ah—just like that, let feel the pain, ah—now I sowhat understand why those cowards who play with necromancy enjoy it. It turns out pain without blood can be so refreshing..."
Though his entire body scread under the unbearable strain, the warrior captain’s soul seed entirely unfazed, still taunting the Judicator who was torturing him.
"..."
The Judicator remained silent and once again raised the threshold, causing the warrior captain's body to swell even further.
Tissue fluids overflowed from his torn skin and ran along the ornate skull armor, then burst out in a violent explosion as the proliferating flesh was pierced by sharp edges.
Pff~
The mass of flesh, which could hardly be described as humanoid, began to twitch violently.
The Judicator once again retracted her psychic power.
"…I have sothing to say, co closer… I have sothing to say."
He suddenly whispered, his frail body unable to support his previously wild howls.
The Judicator exchanged a cautious glance with the Marshal, then moved forward.
"Answer my previous question!"
She commanded coldly, but as her words fell, the sensory feedback she was monitoring for bodily changes from the alien ca in, prompting her to quickly dodge.
She tilted her head slightly, and a sharpened bone, turned into a blade, shot out from the warrior captain's throat, narrowly missing a few strands of her hair.
"I’ll co for you, little monkey."
The twisted, bloated body writhed, pressing against the golden hair that had fallen to the ground. The warrior captain’s eyes were fixed on the Judicator, as though he wanted to carve her face into his soul.
Puff!
At that mont, a sharp blade stabbed through the back of his head, piercing his skull.
In the Judicator’s eyes, the previously contemptuous gaze in his eyes finally gave way to the despair she had longed to see.
"Wait!"
"?!"
Arthur looked in confusion at the Judicator, who had ceased maintaining the spell, the blade of her sword firmly lodged in the alien's head.
However, the proliferating body structure began to collapse the instant the psychic support was lost, and the fragnted corpse stacked into a small mound of dirt, which was promptly shoveled away by a nearby servitor.
"Another xenos has exhausted its usefulness."
The Judicator glanced at the Sword Guard who had made the kill and wore a troubled expression.
She didn’t quite understand why, even when she had pushed the alien’s nerves to their limits, it could still hold out without speaking, and even seem to take pleasure in it, only to experience true fear at the mont of death.
"This is the last one."
The Marshal of the Black Chapel, who had been silently watching the alien, coldly reminded her from his side. The burning candles on his shoulder pads emitted a warm light, and the three golden studs on his forehead glittered.
In fact, within the sealed iron box behind them, another Dark Eldar had been completely deprived of all five senses and was imprisoned.
But everyone knew that this type of interrogation wouldn’t yield results quickly.
"Do you think the Dark Eldar we killed can be revived?"
Arthur tilted his head and looked at the three others, who were equally stunned.
They had entered the chanical Ark alongside the Devouring Sharks, led by Tyberos.
The great sage Caul was supposed to et them at this plaza, but he had not arrived yet, and instead, the newcors had witnessed a typical M41-style interrogation of a Dark Eldar xenos.
And true to their reputation, these Dark Eldar seed capable of summoning the most vile chaos gods, pushing their madness to the extre.
The group exchanged glances, the bizarre atmosphere of this world leaving a strange sense of curiosity in the air.
The stereotype deepened.
"Referencing the demons we killed that ca back after we killed them?"
Rases was the first to recover.
"The part of them we killed will vanish, but the part that hasn’t touched us will retain no mory of this death."
"Mm."
Arthur nodded and flicked the tissue fluid off his sword blade.
"Was this so sort of show of force?"
Garna seed a little taken aback.
"That would be a bit childish."
Romulus looked left and right, catching sight of the flayed skull insignia on the pieces of armor.
Heh, so it's a wealthy conspiracy group. No wonder even a warrior captain would be so fearless.
"Apologies."
The Judicator bowed, and the emblem of the Court of Judgent hung down as she lowered her head. Romulus could clearly see the reddish-brown stain on her cloak.
"Allow to introduce myself. I am Judicator Aglaea Hessekhaud, from the Source Retrieval Order."
She gestured to the iron box behind her.
"As you can see, I am assisting the Lord of the Black Chapel in interrogating this xenos. Unfortunately, I am not specialized in this type of xenos and cannot offer any useful clues."
Arthur, holding his sword, stood coldly at the back of the group.
"Well, it seems our timing was quite fortunate."
Romulus imdiately stepped forward to ease the tension.
"I believe our arrival can assist you in resolving this predicant. I am Captain of the Deathwatch Kill Team, Romulus."
"Thank you for your generous help."
Aglaea let out a sigh of relief.
It seed the Deathwatch was easier to work with;
at least they would treat her, a Judicator, with respect.
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