40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 568 86. Dark Crusade (Sixteen, Trazin’s Interrogation Techniques)

Trazin slowly raised his right hand.

The green light lit up immediately afterwards, buzzing as if the weapon was being warmed up, but this was actually just a pre-signal transmitted by the molecules.

He has hideouts across the galaxy, which serve other purposes when he is not awakened. For example, it can automatically identify high-value targets and capture them, or, like now, act as a transfer station for molecular transmission.

This is a very convenient and practical technology. After all, Trazin often travels far away and always likes to travel lightly, which means he cannot bring too many things with him.

And, sometimes, even a good thing like the Empathy Annihilation Rod isn't enough to solve everything. Trazin dislikes confrontation and the use of violence. He always hopes that his enemies will turn their backs on him.

In the past, when he hadn't thought of this move, if something unexpected happened, he would often have to use local materials or use his sharp tongue to gain an advantage for himself.

But that's not necessary now. Now, he only needs to spend a few minutes to summon something from the other side of the galaxy. Anything will do, as long as it is not a living thing and has been marked by him in advance.

Very convenient, right? But he was heartbroken. If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't want to let this precious instrument of torture leave his museum. The Dark Eldar's things had many advantages, but durability was not one of them, and he was worried that this summons and subsequent actions might damage it.

But, I am an archaeologist. Trazin thought to himself. Reproducing this object and putting it back into use is also part of my professional mission. It doesn't matter where or in whom it occurs.

"Frankly speaking, Your Excellency, I actually have a little research on torture to extract confessions."

Trazin said this, turning his head and blinking at someone standing behind him - the light in his left eye went out for half a second, and then lit up again.

This was not a function that was added when the body was designed and modified. In order to do this, he even temporarily modified his visual sensors and the multiple neural pathways designed to them.

However, he did not get the praise he deserved, not even a minimal smile.

So he immediately began to remedy the situation.

"Of course, I assure you, Your Excellency, I did not take the initiative to touch this dark art. In this matter, I have to excuse myself."

He turned around and took two steps back. The beam on his right hand suddenly expanded, outlining a square shape.

Trazin focused on pulling the beam, letting it float slowly to the ground. After another ten seconds, a stone platform made of obsidian appeared in the room kindly provided by the Emperor's Scythes.

He pretended to chuckle twice in excitement, walked to the stone platform, and while looking for the start button on the table in his memory, he looked at the other person in the room.

The man was kneeling not far away, covered in blood, and his armor had been removed. Twelve silver metal rods that were as thick as an ordinary person's fist penetrated his body, turning into a complex cage with mathematical and architectural beauty.

These little things that could completely ensure that he could not move were naturally Trazin's handiwork. The transaction had already begun, and he had promised to help, so he must be the best in all aspects.

Only in this way can his sincerity be shown.

Trazin tilted his head and spoke thoughtfully.

"You probably don't know who I am, Mr. Jando Skelework. This incident will overshadow the wonderful time we are about to experience, so I must introduce myself to you."

"Unlike you, I am just a collector, but I have a wide range of interests, and -"

He patted his breastplate, and the living metal collided with each other, making a dull echo.

Trazin laughed strangely twice, and then said: "Unfortunately for you, I have plenty of time to collect various collections, just like the one in front of you that is six meters long and six meters wide. meters of obsidian platform.”

"It is one of the Dark Eldar torture instruments that I spent some time collecting. They are all the only remaining copies, and they are absolutely dark, depraved, shameless, and obscene."

"Logically speaking, I should stay away from these things, but then again, I am a collector after all. Mr. Zando, when you collect as many treasures as I do, believe me, it will be difficult for you not to get your hands on it yourself. to understand their efficacy.”

"So, I have spent about four centuries intermittently learning how to operate these instruments of torture. And now, you will be the first living volunteer I have learned to use. May I ask how you feel now?"

Jando Skolevok raised his head gloomily, without saying a word, but with great contempt in his eyes.

Trazin tilted his head again, stared at the silent Jando Skolevok, and suddenly snapped his fingers. The sound of metal colliding was so obvious that the twelve metal rods began to tremble, causing the bones and flesh of the bound person to tremble.

This kind of pain is staggering, and it will definitely not cause any life-threatening for a reformed warrior like Astartes. Of course, the scene is still horrifying.

Trazin himself couldn't bear to look at it, but Jando's screams eased his discomfort.

He kept letting the tattooed Earl scream for ten minutes before he stopped. By this time, his conscience had adapted to the tragic scene before him.

Trazin spoke politely: "Before we officially begin, out of my own conscience and my aversion to soiling the ground of this historic space station, I would like to know, are you willing to confess, Mr. Earl?"

The tattooed Earl spat out a mouthful of sticky blood mixed with fallen teeth, and roared inarticulately and angrily.

"What do you want me to confess to? You idiot, you didn't ask me any questions at all!"

"Don't you know what I want to ask?" Trazin asked in surprise.

"you--"

Again, Trazin snapped his fingers.

He managed to stop Skolywok from saying the insult he didn't want to hear, and his unspoken words turned into wails and screams.

He was pleased with it, and presumably Skelewerk was also pleased, since he expressed no objections. He was busy vomiting blood, taking deep breaths, and trying his best to raise his head and close his eyes to prevent them from slipping out of their sockets.

His skin and muscles had become very loose, and he almost had to hang on the twelve metal rods to maintain his shape - and the power to control his body through his nerves.

In other words, he is now a useless person.

If Trazin pulled out these gadgets, Jando Skolewock would lose control of his body and become a flabby freak.

How scary. Trazin thought with slight disgust. What did I learn from the Dark Eldar?

"Please stay polite." The undead overlord advised in a tone that he didn't like very much.

It sounds extremely authoritative, full of incomparable arrogance, and it sounds really worthy of being despised. But he has already profiled his personality through the gangster tattoos on this flabby tattooed earl and his own personality. Write.

He finally came to the conclusion that Jando Skolevok obviously preferred, or could be more instinctively driven by, such a typical superior person than an extremely friendly collector, even if he didn't realize it at all. The same is true up to this point.

He actually doesn't like collectors who are extremely friendly. Trazin sighed to himself. What a boring guy.

"Fuck your manners—!"

"I said, please be polite." Trazin said softly, then raised his right hand again and put his thumb and middle finger together in front of Skolywok, ​​but did not knock.

According to calculations, if it happened again now, the bones of the noble tattooed Earl would probably be shattered. At that time, he would be no different from dead. This is not a good thing.

Besides, a warning is probably enough.

Trazin saw with satisfaction that Jando Skolevok closed his mouth.

He cleared his throat—or should he have cleared his voice box—before speaking again.

"I, Trazin the Endless, hereby represent the instructor of the Eighth Legion of the Human Empire, Khalil Lohars, to question you based on the laws of the Human Empire."

"You need to swear to your Emperor, or anyone you still respect and believe in, that you will remain completely honest in the subsequent questioning."

"If you lie, I will legally and legally use the Dark Eldar torture device under my left hand to punish you. Concealment, silence, and insults in court will result in the same punishment. Do you know, Jando Skolevok ?”

"I"

Trazin began to rub his fingers so hard that they made a sharp sound, and then said in a more serious tone, "Are you clear?"

"I understand." The tattooed Earl gasped, bending his tongue with difficulty in his own skin, and tried hard to speak this sentence in a clearer enunciation.

"Good, then you can start swearing."

"."

"Swear, Jando." Trazin smiled oddly. "Before my fingers make a sound, you still have a chance to swear not to let it go."

"I swear to Conrad Coates that I will be completely honest in the ensuing questioning."

oh.

This is really, really, wonderful.

Trazin worked hard to activate his reactor against the sudden surge of energy that exceeded the threshold of his pre-programmed alarm.

It took everything he had to keep himself from immediately entering combat protocol, but he paid the price. There was an error in his visual sensing unit - at least in Trazin's opinion.

At this moment, the separate room provided by the Emperor's Scythes had become pitch black, and a huge shape was rising in it.

That is not a human being. There is no doubt that it is not a human being. No human being can have such a posture that directly violates any law of the universe.

Tarasing fell to the ground with a thud, sparks flying from the legs of her spare body, and stayed in place. This was intentional on his part, he needed a little external stimulation to reactivate his nearly stagnant reactor and the frozen activated metal.

As the saying goes, if you fall down, you can stand up better next time. Trazin fully applied this sentence into practice.

He grabbed his legs with both hands and stood up, then put his body up. The front ends of his fingers split open, and simple repair tools popped out and began to repair the smooth and sharp cut for him.

At the same time, his vision sensor errors returned to normal, the room was no longer pitch black, and the terrifying form disappeared.

The only problem that needs to be taken care of is that there is already one more person in front of Jando Skelework.

"Is the courtroom drama over, Your Excellency?" Trazin asked.

He didn't get an answer, and he knew that this was the answer.

"Am I still allowed to speak, Your Excellency?"

"Okay." Khalil said. "For compensation."

Trazin moved her newly repaired legs and walked to him. He understood what the phrase 'out of compensation' meant, which was an unimaginable magnanimity considering the identity of the speaker.

But Trazin knew the truth. He had done sufficient research on the Horus Heresy and the subsequent history of the Human Empire. He knew the truth about the secret name of Khalil Lohars that was not recorded within the empire— — at least part of the truth.

His politeness is as paranoid as my collecting habit.

But at least both kinds of bigotry can be reduced to virtue.

"I can provide an analysis device, sir."

"What kind of analysis device?"

"Comprehensive," Trazin said cautiously. "And absolutely capable of bringing to light everything that Jando Skolywok had hidden, both the secrets that he knew and the secrets that he didn't."

"Give me a few minutes," Khalil replied calmly.

Trazin tapped his chin—a gesture that signaled nervousness in his body language, something he had done since he was still flesh—and walked out of the room.

As he expected, the Emperor's Scythes were on guard outside, and the most elite of them were probably here. Realizing this made Trazin feel very sad.

He was so sad that he couldn't help but speak.

"Shouldn't you go to the surface of Sousa and save your people?"

"That's none of your business, alien." An Emperor's Scythe missing its left hand responded.

Trazin glanced at him, realizing that he had clearly misunderstood him, and spoke again.

"As far as I understand, in your classification, Sousa is a very good agricultural planet. This means that it has fertile soil, large areas of plains suitable for cultivation, and a good climate."

"This also means that the people living up there must be quite satisfied with their lives. After all, you consider yourself a noble like a knight, so you will not oppress them, but will do your best to ensure that they can live a worry-free life."

"And what I'm saying is, if the best of you warriors plan to stay here to guard me, then your people will be massacred."

Immediately someone yelled: "It's threatening!"

Trazin sighed helplessly with her voice machine.

"I didn't. This is an advance warning. And I don't have to threaten you. If I were your enemy, I could just let it go. In short, your home is being invaded by a group of ruthless scum. Don't you plan to Stop it?"

His words made the Emperor's Scythe, who was missing his left hand, growl and turn around. Trazin smiled at the remaining dozen people with great satisfaction, and then turned off the hearing sensor.

In the room to which his back was turned, something was going on that he didn't really want to know about.