Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 205 03.0204: ‘Psychic Interrogation’

The screams of slaughtering pigs spread throughout the underground bar in an instant.

“If you want to have a quick death, I suggest you say whatever you want. Don’t try to challenge my patience, which is very short.”

Horatio turned the handle of the knife, and the blade twisted flesh flowers in the palm of the Mohawk’s hand, cruelly and ruthlessly torturing the unforgivable cultist in front of him.

And in his heart, there was only extreme indifference, without any joy from torturing others and ravaging the enemy.

This is the essential difference from the torture of the Slaanesh believers. He knows that his torture is to pry open the mouth of the cultists, not for fun.

“Ah! Ah! Ah——! Confess! I confess! I confess everything!” The Mohawk couldn’t hold on, collapsed and screamed, and his head was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out.

“Please wait a moment!” Just as Horatio was about to open the interrogation, the inquisitor interrupted Horatio’s interrogation.

Horatio looked at the Inquisitor in confusion, only to see the man step forward, grab the Mohawk's throat and knead it.

His thumb seemed to have found something, and pressed repeatedly in one place.

"Gah! Cough cough!"

The man screamed in pain, and then coughed violently, as if something hard had hit his throat.

"Voice-controlled sealing bomb." Inquisitor Ravenno looked at the Mohawk with a sneer and said.

"What is that?" Horatio asked.

"A small implantable voice-controlled bomb.

When he says certain keywords, it will be triggered and detonated, and then he and you will all be blown to death.

This is a confidentiality measure that everyone from the Ministry of the Interior to the top of the cult will have. Be careful in the future."

"It's quite insidious." Horatio snorted.

"This is how the world is. Death and danger are everywhere. Several of my colleagues died this way."

Seeing that the conspiracy was exposed, a lot of cold sweat instantly slid down the temples of the Mohawk man.

He wanted to shout out the key words and die with the Inquisition agents.

The moment he uttered the first syllable.

Inquisitor Ravenno took the cloth from the agent, held it in his fist and hammered it in.

"Ugh!!!"

The Mohawk screamed, and his teeth were smashed by the steel joint guards on the Inquisitor's fingerless gloves.

The ligaments of the lower jaw were torn alive, hanging shakily on the jaw.

The broken tooth powder, saliva, and blood mixed together and flowed from the corners of his mouth. He stammered, but could no longer pronounce any syllables of the word correctly.

Obviously, this Inquisitor, who was not very old in the Inquisition, had rich experience in torturing and interrogating humans.

Maybe he had been an interrogator, or learned from the Dark Eldar. Horatio thought.

"Now we are not worried about being blown to death, so how do we interrogate him?" Horatio asked.

The Mohawk man's front teeth were all broken.

Half of his tongue was torn and tattered, and he was immersed in his own pain.

Like an eighty-year-old shriveled old man, he shrank against the wall and wailed miserably. He was obviously in a state where he could not answer questions normally.

The Inquisitor raised his mouth and sneered.

"This is my specialty."

He approached the man and grabbed his collar.

Suddenly, Horatio's iron hand trembled.

[Psychic power? ! ]

A ball of faint blue light appeared above the two people's heads.

"Oh oh oh..." The Mohawk trembled all over, his unbroken teeth trembled and collided up and down, and his two eyeballs turned wildly, and finally only the whites of his eyes were left with bloodshot.

After a while, black blood gushed out from the wings of the Mohawk's eye sockets, and two lines of blood and tears slid down his cheeks.

The Inquisitor had no expression on his face, and his eye sockets were full of whites, which looked very creepy and scary.

He was invading the memory in the Mohawk's mind.

In the Mohawk's spiritual world, it was like a pair of terrifying eyes floating in the sky, rolling their eyeballs, coldly and ruthlessly examining his memory from top to bottom, every scene in his memory, every detail in the scene.

The names of those people, the places where they met, the conspiracies that were still brewing.

Of course, using the power of psychic power to examine is not omnipotent.

When he glimpsed the memory of this person praying for blessings from the Scarlet Power, a burning heat and raging anger suddenly surged out, burning his spiritual tentacles, making his brain echo with the roar of brass, and excruciating pain.

"Ugh...!" The Inquisitor took two steps back and almost fell to the ground.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and staggered to stabilize his body. Horatio could hear the creaking of his teeth and the groan of pain from a distance.

He seemed to be fighting something in his brain, and soon his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

The Inquisitor trembled all over.

"Haaaaa!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and felt dizzy. He covered his head and took two steps back weakly.

Horatio held him.

"Are you okay? Mr. Phalaenopsis." Horatio asked, calling the nickname of Inquisitor Ravenno.

Ravenno leaned against the wall, leaned forward, pressed his knees, and gasped.

After a long while, he raised his hand to show that he was fine, and a victorious sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth again.

He stood up, wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, and looked at Horatio: "Let's go, there is nothing else valuable here."

"Don't we need to take him away?" Horatio looked at the important target who was nailed to the wall, motionless, with black blood still flowing from his eyes, forming a small pool of blood on the rough cement floor.

He checked with his hand and found that the person was still alive, but his pulse was so weak that it was no different from being dead.

"He is no longer valuable. You can do whatever you want with him, but I suggest killing him to prevent others from prying any more information from him."

"Did you use psychic power to examine his memory?"

The Inquisitor smiled and said nothing.

But even if he didn't say anything, Horatio knew what was going on.

After all, using the cult-like power of reading minds is also something that can easily be blown up by the Inquisitor of the Heresy Hall in the Inquisition.

But this Inquisitor is also evil enough.

According to the provisions of the Inquisition's anti-traitor investigation order, the Inquisitor who first catches the heretic has the right to interrogate first, and only after the interrogation will it be the turn of other Inquisitors.

As a result, he crossed the river and demolished the bridge after the interrogation, killing and silencing, leaving no chance for other colleagues.

Horatio was not surprised. After all, he knew that the group of inquisitors was more or less abnormal, and normal people could not be inquisitors.

Inquisitor Ravenno was considered to be a good one in this group. Who knows if others would come to him and pry out something in a more cult way.

"I need to correct you. This is not me being mean, but if William Carter seizes the opportunity and surpasses me in progress, your Imperial Navy will be in trouble." He turned to look at Horatio and raised his eyebrows with a little pride.

"You have a point, but please don't peek into my inner thoughts next time." Horatio raised his eyebrows.

"I am also distressed, because other people's thoughts naturally emerge in my mind, just like bubbles with words on your heads, and I can't help but look at them. Please don't make me look like a voyeur, thank you."

The inquisitor shrugged and put on an innocent look.

Horatio snorted coldly, then turned to the Mohawk.

He pinched the tendons on his hand.

It just so happened that he had been holding back a lot of anger yesterday, and he needed to vent it a little, otherwise he would always feel extremely uncomfortable.

Of course, he would leave the biggest anger to the instigator behind the scenes.

However, even if he released only a little of it, it would be enough for people to find only a ball of meatballs with an unusually large amount of meat on the next day.

Inquisitor Ravenno knew that the young man had accumulated anger in his heart and needed some space to vent it.

He asked the agents who were handling the scene to pour promethium fuel on other places first, temporarily avoid the door, and wait for him to come out.

The terrible sounds of bones breaking and flesh twisting lasted for five minutes.

Horatio finally came out covered in blood, and his calm and handsome face was covered with black and red blood.

Louise wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief.

She had worked with him for so long, but this was the first time she saw him so cruel and terrifying.

She couldn't help but worry whether the scarlet corruption poison in the battle of the Sky Maiden Church was still lingering in his body and could not be discharged.

"Thank you."

Horatio felt much happier and gave her a relaxed smile, then turned to look at the Inquisitor who was smoking:

"Sorry, I wasted a little time. Now we can start."

The Inquisitor then snapped his fingers.

The agents of the Inquisition poured the last of the promethium on the gate and the corpses outside.

The Inquisitor nodded, took a few puffs of the cigarette, and then flicked his index and middle fingers.

The cigarette butt landed on one of the corpses in a perfect arc.

Huh! ——

The raging fire spread instantly, greedily devouring everything with the help of promethium. The flames licked along the gray and white high walls, and the high temperature baked the wall skin into curled and peeled pieces. The flames and thick smoke enveloped the cult bar transformed from an old factory.

The black rusty steel structure above made a painful creaking scream, slowly became limp under the washing of the fire, and finally collapsed, collapsing with everything it supported.

These agents, wearing black coats and peaked caps, walked towards the shuttle hidden nearby, and no one looked back at the flames rising into the sky.

Whether it was Horatio, Louise, Yoyo, or the Inquisition and his servants, each of them was murderous and exuded an invisible temperament of keeping strangers away.

The fire became more and more fierce.

In the end, the flames that engulfed the entire building formed the "settlement background" of the first joint operation of the Imperial Navy Special Warfare Department and the Inquisition's Anti-Xenophobia Congregation.

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