Chapter 534: Networking
“Freedom?”
Sorge savored this unfamiliar word, and then shook his head.
"You don't need to instigate me. It's meaningless. I can't and will never betray my master."
Suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly. At some point, a second figure appeared in the room, just five meters away from him, but he didn't notice it at all.
At the same time, the blood vessels in his head were beating wildly as if they were about to burst, and even his trachea was completely squeezed.
"Master——"
He desperately used his psychic energy to send a message.
Taros suddenly released the binding device, allowing Sorge to collapse on the floor.
Although injured and dizzy, the agent forced his mind to move quickly, and his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness in the room.
He saw the huge figure again and the blazing red light on the other person's goggles, but he could not read the other person's mind.
Something blocked him.
Obviously, the urgent message he just sent would not be received by his master, which made him very desperate.
"Is it hard?"
The shadow asked in a low voice, and then the other person took off his helmet, but his face was still hidden under the hood of the burqa.
Sorge wanted to stand up, but then a penetrating scream, like the sound of wet fingers sliding across glass, pierced his cerebral cortex.
A sharp pain ignited in his autonomic nervous system, burning down his spine.
“Uh-huh!”
He groaned and fell back.
“He’s wild and has a tough mind.”
The hooded figure said.
“You can’t subdue him?”
Taros asked with a smile.
“That’s not true.”
“Then let him stay there.”
The scream suddenly intensified, and Sorge began to twitch.
"We need to talk, Sorge."
The huge hooded shadow bent down towards him and said.
"I either hear some truth from you, or I simply crush your cursed head, okay? Have we made it clear?"
The tearful Sorge nodded. , the severe pain is incomparable.
Later he felt blood trickling from his nose and onto his lips.
"Very good, freedom is a good thing, right? After I let you go, don't use psychic powers to play tricks. We have made this clear?"
"Yes."
Sorge hissed, his throat sore and stinging.
“Then we’ve settled.”
After saying that, the scream disappeared immediately, taking away most of the pain.
Sorge lay limply on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Let's bring some light, I don't like hiding in the dark."
After the giant finished speaking, dozens of candles around the room were automatically lit at the same time.
The yellow flame on the candle gave off a soft light, allowing Sorge to see the cell clearly.
Like all standard prison buildings, the floors and walls were devoid of any furnishings or decorations, reflecting candlelight like water.
At the same time, he also saw the person who had just tortured him: a tall space warrior wearing armor, with a righteous face, black hair and black eyes.
“Don’t you long for freedom?”
The strange space warrior asked, but Sorge just sneered in response.
“No one in the galaxy is truly free.”
"Oh, you can see clearly."
Sorge shook his head, and drops of his blood dotted the surrounding tiles. "There is an untouchable around here. Why didn't I see him?"
"Look at me."
The unfamiliar Astartes suddenly ordered .
Sorge raised his head. The opponent was wearing a huge power armor. It was the standard armor of the Empire Astartes, but it was more gorgeous. The silver-gray armor had golden trimmings, and the emblem of crossed swords was printed on the shoulders. On the nails, dim light shines through the cracks in the neck.
Looking at this man, a terrible thought suddenly flashed through Sorge's mind.
This person may be Soshyan Alexey, the leader of the Astral Knights Chapter who was rumored to have severely wounded Huron.
Looking at it, Sorge suddenly found that the tingling sensation appeared again, and now he felt that his whole body was cold, as if he was in the Arctic, and his soul was about to freeze.
“You——”
"Quiet."
Astartes raised a huge index finger, and the feeling disappeared again.
"You have to tell me everything I want to know, not what you want to say. A psyker would be worse than death in my hands, and you never want to experience that feeling."
Sorge nodded.
“Your master asked you to come here to find some information, right?”
Sorge, who felt frightened for the first time, nodded again.
"During this time, you have been checking traffic records, material transportation records, gathering and celebration records. Are you investigating our number of people?"
"Yes."
< br>“Why did your master know that our numbers were abnormal?”
“He did not tell me.”
The Space Marine narrowed his eyes, and then the scream penetrated Sorge's mind, making him roar.
"No - don't, don't do this!"
"I am the Chapter Master of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexei, don't play any tricks in front of me. "
Sorge sobbed. He felt as if his soul was being torn to pieces. He had never encountered such a situation and could only barely speak.
"They... I don't know... Master... they... seem like someone... told him... something."
"This is not a very good answer. Maybe I should let your soul be crushed little by little in endless torture."
"Really...this is the only thing I know!"
< br>Sorge had already begun to scream, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.
“Go on.”
“Please!”
"Stop, Soshyan, there is no point in killing him."
Taros suddenly spoke, and the scream subsided immediately.
The prophet squatted down, stared at Sorge's sweaty face, and said with a smile:
"Now, you have also seen the ability of our chapter leader. If I tell you, he can erase the mark that Kayon left in your soul. Are you willing to cooperate with us? At that time, I promise to give you freedom, even if it is only moderate freedom, but at least it will be better than Kayon's love. Necrophilia is better, right?”
Sorge’s whole body is shaking now. The feeling is too painful and he can’t bear it again.
The feeling was even more terrifying than being eaten alive by demons in subspace.
“I——”
Sorge swallowed, his throat felt sore and dry.
“——What do you want me to do.”
Taros turned his head and glanced at Soshyan, the two of them smiled knowingly, and then Khayon said softly:
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"As if nothing happened, continue to send him information."
"That's it?"
"Yes, we will inform you of what needs to be done later, before that ——”
Talos snapped his fingers, and then the door opened, revealing a ray of light, and at the same time a white giant walked in.
“Our pharmacist will perform some minor surgeries on you that involve safety measures, don’t be nervous, it won’t be too bad.”
Looking at the pharmacist who was gradually approaching, Sorge swallowed his saliva, but there was no room for resistance
(End of this chapter)