Chapter 430 Torture (please vote and subscribe!)
The dull and harsh sound of the gears brought Faith Freddy out of his deepening state of torpor.
The cell door is opening, letting a beam of light into the darkness. At that time, the door gradually rises, slowly disappears, and finally becomes a thin crack in the ceiling.
A person shows a black silhouette in the light.
The outline showed that the opponent was wearing power armor, which further highlighted the broad and formidable body.
After getting a little closer, he saw a golden two-headed eagle decorating the opponent's breastplate. Faith Freddy tried to take his eyes away from that thing - it was once his belief, but now it has become His curses and punishments.
The warrior who had turned his back on the Emperor's Light tried to stand up, only raising one knee before fatigue overwhelmed him.
Shaking his head, the person highlighted by the outline suddenly chuckled.
"When you participated in the rebellion, did you ever think that you would be today."
The tone of the traitor sounds like a traitor. This is not a question, but a statement of what you have seen.
"Star Claws, Red Pirates, hehehe, where is your former honor and faith?"
The voice of the visitor was hissing, but there was a sense of richness that did not match the rough and harsh melody. tune.
The captured soldier tried his best to open his eyes wide. The man opposite looked like an extremely ordinary legionnaire, with a shaved head and a face as pale as a corpse. He looked as if he would be "extremely ordinary". The two characteristics of "ordinary" and "unique" are blended together.
His eyes are pure black, with an inscrutable sense of experience that can only be seen in veterans.
On the other hand, from this person, Faith Freddy also did not feel the rigidity and fanaticism of the imperial warriors. Although he had become a rebel, he had become a rebel a few years ago. Also a warrior of the Emperor.
The person in front of me, if I must say it, is closer in temperament to the guy who has been wandering in the Eye of Fear for a long time.
Looking at the confused eyes of the other party, the interrogator grinned, seeming to have great fun.
“I still don’t understand, what gave you the courage to break into the enemy’s base camp with just a few people?”
The pale warrior sneered, and Faith Frye Di could only clenched his teeth in response and glared at the other party with his eyes.
Suddenly, the light spread across the room, bathing Faith Freddy in an ugly yellow light and making his skin look sickly pale.
"Your injuries look better,"
the interrogator whispered, squatting down and grabbing Faith Freddy's jaw.
When the opponent's armored fingers bit into the flesh, a painful expression distorted the red pirate's face.
"I was wondering, Huron's silly dog, do you want to speak?"
The other party's warm smile and cold eyes met Faith Freddy, and this This expression has gradually become familiar to him, because during the two days of being captured, this smile was accompanied by physical pain. This man was a cruel torture expert. He was confused in the astral world. How could there be such a person in an orthodox battle group like the Knights?
But his silence gave Talos another answer.
The son of the Eighth Legion wearing silver-gray Astral Knight power armor grinned and said:
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not. I hurt you because I want to do it. "Huron's dog."
As he spoke, he inserted his fingers into the hastily stitched wound on the opponent's shoulder and stirred hard, causing the opponent to make a painful sound.
“Do you remember the question?”
the interrogator asked with a smile, increasing pressure on the wound.
"Who told you that the Voice of Canaan is here?"
Besides the heavy breathing in and out of his lungs, Faith Freddy made no sound.
"What is Huron's follow-up plan?"
The other party still did not answer.
Talos smiled again, his expression showing pity.
"Do you really want me to do it again?"
When he faced Faith Freddy again, Talos's eyes were as dark as the abyss. Cave, the richness in the sound turns into an echo, like one sound on top of another.
"We are each our own masters."
Taros said, tilting his head.
"And one of us is destined to disappoint his leader, but it won't be me, right? Huron's dog." At this time, Faith Freddy instead grinned, showing an edge Teeth with red marks.
"Is there anything that makes you funny?"
Talos asked with curiosity.
Faith Freddy was still laughing, and to the average human eye, he looked like he was crazy.
"You want to speak?"
Faith Freddy nodded slowly.
"Confess, and everything will be over."
Letting go of the prisoner's wound, Talos stood up and took a step back.
Faith Freddy spent some precious time mobilizing his strength. He wanted his words to be enough to express his meaning. He wanted his jailer to be unforgettable.
The next second, he stood up from the ground. Although he shook and trembled, he did not fall down after all.
Then, Faith Freddy opened his eyes wide, glared proudly, and shouted:
"Everyone will know the consequences of disobeying the tyrant's will! Nathan No. 4 will Not a blade of grass grows!"
Then he sprayed a corrosive spittle at Talos, but the opponent seemed to be prepared and blocked it with his palm.
Glancing at the corrosion marks on the palm of his hand, Talos raised his head and stared at him solemnly, and then suddenly drove the air out of Faith Freddy's lungs with a heavy punch.
"Bah! Let's do something more exciting."
After receiving a punch, Faith Freddy's eyes lit up.
"Your fists are like a girl, don't humiliate me with your fists and legs, or just kill me."
"It's not that good."
Talos slapped him again with his backhand, knocking out one of his few remaining teeth, and then walked to the opponent's right side, shaking his head.
"Do you know the definition of madness?"
Taros asked, and then answered himself.
“That’s repeating something over and over again and expecting a different result.”
“You don’t want to see me looking crazy, I promise.”< br>
When he began to pace around the circle of light, Faith Freddy's expression hesitated for a moment.
"So, we are back to the old topic."
No matter how you look at it, the person in front of you does not look like any Imperial soldier Faith Freddy has ever seen.
He has the gait of a hobo and the cold, mechanical tread of a Chaos Space Marine.
And based on Faith Freddy's experience, this man's behavior and appearance are more in line with the characteristics of the Night Lords, rather than the Astral Knights of the Imperial Fist series.
"You are not an Astral Knight."
Faith Freddy suddenly said:
"Son of the Eighth Legion, who are you loyal to, that Soshyan, or the Emperor?"
Faith Freddy He knew that the other party would probably not answer, but he hoped that through this kind of probing, he could dig out some hidden truths from this warrior.
"Put away your cleverness, it will only make your death painful."
Taros smiled, his expression contemptuous but not frivolous.
Faith Freddy smiled too, a bloody smile.
"You can't fool me, son of the Eighth Legion. You are a traitor to your legion. You have betrayed the faith of your legion."
"Ha, then you once expressed your disapproval of gold. Where is the loyalty of the throne? What do you believe in now? Traitor, no father and no king."
Faith Freddy responded angrily:
"There are only lies under the Golden Throne! But don’t even think about slandering my faith!”
(End of this chapter)