40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 130 33. A different torture

The bottom deck of the Nightshade is a wide area, but only one-third of the living space is allocated to the crew. Don't get me wrong, this is certainly not because the Eighth Legion is squeezing the common people on their ships, but because one third is enough.

As for the other two-thirds of the area, it is dark most of the time and is not open to ordinary crew members. Thanks to the gloomy environment of the Nightshade, many sneaky stories were naturally born in this place.

Although the Imperial Truth has been accepted by many people and sincerely regarded as 'truth', you must admit that humans just like some specious stories.

But what is the truth?

The truth is, there's actually nothing in that two-thirds area.

There are no secrets, no precious weapons stored away, and no contraband, just many rooms that have been built in advance. It is empty because there are not many people on the Night Veil, and there is no need to re-activate it. In fact, the only times it was used were as a repository.

Now, it's a prison guarded by giants in grim armor.

The crew still doesn't know the truth, and they don't have to. Their work on the Nightfall was routine, even easy—they didn't have to deal with the unpleasant stuff.

"What are they talking about?" asked Felzalost. He walked side by side with his lieutenant, Adebimane Basili, through an empty corridor with many doors, each of which was tightly closed. Good sound insulation prevents any sound inside from leaking out.

So you can guess one thing - Fair wasn't asking about the prisoners.

Adebiman shrugged: "To say that we are grabbing credit is to deliberately show off ourselves in front of the original body and the instructors."

"Who said that?"

"A lot of people." Adebeman grinned.

"Give me a list later," Fair said. "I will find them one by one in the duel cage and have a good talk. These bastards are obviously envious but refuse to speak out. I can smell the bitter jealousy on their bodies."

"Can you really smell it, Captain?"

Feir stopped and turned to glance at him: "You are particularly lively today, Adebeman."

"The instructor is back intact - of course I will be happier." Feier heard his adjutant say this, and Adbeman pronounced the word "intact" very seriously.

"Don't change the subject," Fair said with a hint of warning. "What we are discussing now is your exaggeration about my sense of smell and the possible subsequent rumors, not the instructor's injury."

"Come on, company commander, stop doing this. It's not like we haven't seen the instructor wandering around in his robe. Do you dare to say that you haven't seen his 'true face'?"

"So?" Fair asked. "You'd better give me an answer that satisfies me, so that I don't have to throw you into the duel cage before you cause trouble with those people."

Adebiman sighed and honestly fulfilled his company commander's request: "I just think we need to cover up this matter, at least hold a meeting, and have a unified voice within the entire army."

Feir was silent for a moment and nodded: "I will discuss this matter with the first company commander when he returns."

He turned around and opened the door to a room. There were thirty people inside, wearing uniform gray uniforms. There was a badge on the collar, with a silver border and a black background, and a burning flame shining on it.

Their reaction to the appearance of Feir and Adbeman was fear, but a woman in the leader showed an unusual perseverance.

Facing these two giants who were far taller than her, she forced herself to walk over, and after a brief pause, she spoke in Nostramo.

"Who are you? I want to contact our dealer. You have no right to detain us and our ships. This is illegal!"

"Which law?" Adebeman asked, his voice made eerie and soft by the breathing grille, like the murmur of the dead.

The woman's face became a little pale, but she could still remain calm and answered: "The laws of Harkossus! What we are doing is a normal business transaction, and you have no right to do such a thing!"

"I have never heard this Harkossus from your mouth." Adbeman replied softly. "As for now."

He reached out and easily pulled the woman out - acting violently without actually hurting her. He pulled her out of the door, and Feier immediately closed the door. A heavy sound sounded behind him. The woman trembled visibly and almost fell to her knees.

"Stand up," Fair said to her. "The laws of the empire give us the right to detain you, but they do not require you to kneel before us."

He turned around, and Adebeman chuckled, pushing her forward.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Shhh" Adebeman said softly. "I understand that you people in uniform always have more confidence than ordinary people, but you'd better keep quiet, madam, what you are speaking now is a language from hell, which means you may not clean."

"It's Nostramo!"

"Yes, and Nostramo is a living hell," Fell said without looking back. "In other words, you're dealing with the devil."

He turned his head sideways, the scarlet eyepiece shining in the darkness, and the woman saw her own reflection from above - a horrified face. Then she heard a word.

"So you'd better keep quiet."

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The woman - or rather, Tracy from Harkossus trembled and sat down on a cold iron chair, surrounded by iron-gray walls, with no windows and a surprisingly high ceiling. She sat here wondering what was going to happen next, so she had to wait.

Within the next five minutes, other people she knew were brought into the room and sat on the same chairs.

Tracy knew them, they were, like her, high-ranking traders in Harkossus. But not anymore. Now, they are just a group of prisoners slumped on chairs, their uniforms are messy, and many of them even have their badges missing.

They looked at each other, fearfully trying to converse in the dim light, when a sudden voice interrupted their actions before it could even begin.

"Good day, prisoners."

The speaker chuckled lightly, and the sound escaped through the room without distortion. Tracey began to search for possible sound-producing instruments, but no matter how hard she stared into the darkness, she could not find a trumpet or anything similar.

There was nothing in the room except five iron chairs.

"I hope you didn't suffer on the way here. Of course, if you do suffer a little, I won't sympathize with you. After all, if someone is really beaten, he must be asking for it."

Tracy looked at the man sitting on her right, a grumpy middle-aged man named Massaro. At this moment, he was rubbing his abdomen without saying a word, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"I'm supposed to introduce myself to you, but I'm not sure you're worth it yet, so I'll leave it out for now - so, fellow prisoners, would any of you want to tell me something?"

silence.

Five pairs of eyes looked at each other quickly, exchanging information in silent silence.

"Well, it's okay if you don't say it." The speaker pondered thoughtfully. "I can get it myself."

The next second, a heavy and terrifying chill spread throughout the room in an instant. Thick white fog suddenly appeared and continued to disperse.

Tracy's eyes widened and she realized that the darkness in front of her was slowly undulating. She observed there uneasily, but in the next second, a pale face suddenly appeared in the darkness where nothing existed.

"ah--!"

Tracy screamed uncontrollably, and her reaction caused the remaining four people to scream, but the expected attack or punishment did not come. There was just a chuckle coming from behind them.

Then, there were calm and heavy footsteps.

Tracy turned around suddenly, but only had time to see a giant pale hand protruding from the darkness and placing it on Massaro's shoulder.

The voice sounded again the next second, and this time, it began to change, becoming like a monster's whisper. The unique hissing of Nostramo was still contained in it, but it did not dilute the horror of this voice. On the contrary, it made it weirder.

Fear took over Massaro completely at this moment.

"Would you like to talk to me, sir?" the owner of the voice asked in the cold.

"Is it fun to scare them?" Conrad Coates asked.

"No."

"But you laughed a few times while you were in there."

"That's because I had to create a, well, scary and neurotic image to scare them."

"I think you might as well talk to them directly." Conrad Coates folded his hands and shook his head. "Or just let Feier and the others do it."

"The former will scare them to death, or at least make them lose their minds for a period of time. As for the latter, Conrad, we have not yet determined whether they are guilty or not."

Khalil said this while wiping his hands with a handkerchief: "Therefore, it may not be a good thing to rashly adopt the torture content that the Eighth Legion makes good use of."

Konrad Coates thought carefully, then nodded, agreed with Khalil's statement, and raised a new question.

"So, this Harkossus. What are we going to do?"

"We'll wait," Khalil said.

"wait?"

"Yes, let's wait. Otherwise? Your first company commander is still on the road and has not come back. And Nostramo is still in the reconstruction period. Do we have to sail the ship to regain the lost territory and let Lucret The extreme warriors headed by Xiu will handle the heavy work for us?"

Khalil sighed: "So we have to wait. After all, I believe that this world called Harkossus will not only have three ships."

The update is complete. In addition, do you think it will be better to add it next month? No. 1 is not possible because the author has to go to the dentist.