40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 130 33. A Different Torture
The bottom deck of the Nightfall is a wide area, but the living space for the crew is only one-third.Don't get me wrong, it's certainly not because the Eighth Legion is squeezing the average people on their ships, but because a third is enough.

As for the other two-thirds of the area. It is dark and dark most of the time, and it is also closed to ordinary crew members.Thanks to the gloomy environment of the Nightfall, this kind of place naturally gave birth to many sneaky stories passively.

While the Imperial Truth has been accepted by many as 'Truth', you have to admit that humans just love stories that don't make sense.

But what is the truth?

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

There are no secrets, no precious weapons in storage, and no contraband, just rooms that have been built in advance.It is empty because there are not many people on the Night Curtain, and naturally there is no need to reactivate it here.In fact, the few times it was used it was used as a repository.

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

The crew still doesn't know the truth, and they don't have to.Their work on the Nightfall was ordinary, even light—they didn't have to deal with such unpleasant things.

"What are they talking about?" Fair Zalost asked.He walked side by side with his lieutenant, Adbiman Basili, down the empty corridor, which had many doors, each of which was tightly closed.Good sound insulation keeps the sound inside from leaking.

So you can guess one thing—Fell wasn't asking about the prisoners.

Adebiman shrugged: "It is said that we are taking credit, and we are deliberately showing ourselves in front of the Primarch and the instructor."

"Who said that?"

"A lot of people." Adbeman grinned.

"Give me a list later," Fair said. "I'll find them one by one in the dueling cage and have a good talk. These bastards, who are clearly envious but refuse to speak out, I can smell the bitter jealousy in them."

"Can you really smell it, Captain?"

Fair stopped in his tracks, turned his head and glanced at him: "You are very lively today, Adebiman."

"The instructor came back intact—of course I'd be happier." Fell heard his adjutant say this, and Adebiman pronounced the words "intact" very emphatically.

"Don't change the subject," Fell said slightly warningly. "What we are discussing now is your exaggeration of my sense of smell and the possible follow-up rumors, not the instructor's injury."

"Come on, company commander, you don't have to do this. It's not like we haven't seen instructors wandering around in robes. Do you dare to say that you haven't seen his 'true face'?"

"So?" Phil asked. "You'd better give me an answer that satisfies me, so that I don't have to throw you into the dueling cage before I trouble 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 unify the caliber in the whole army."

Fair was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I will discuss this matter with the company commander when he returns."

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

For the appearance of Fair and Adbeman, their reaction was fear, but a woman in the lead showed an unusual determination.

Facing the two giants who were far taller than her, she forced herself to come over, and spoke in Nostramo after a short pause.

"Who are you? I want to contact our trader. You have no right to detain us and our ships. This is against the law!"

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

The woman's face turned pale, but she managed to remain calm and replied: "Harkosus' law! What we are conducting is a normal business transaction, and you have no right to do such a thing!"

"I've never heard of the Harkosus you're talking about." Adbiman replied softly. "As for now."

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

"Stand up," Fell told her. "The law of the Empire gives us the right to detain you, but it does not require you to kneel to us."

When he turned around, Adbeman chuckled and pushed her forward.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Hush," said Adbyman softly. "I understand that you people in uniform are always more confident than ordinary people, but you'd better keep quiet, ma'am, you're speaking a language from hell, which means you probably don't clean."

"This is Nostramo!"

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

He turned his head, the scarlet eyepieces gleamed in the darkness, and the woman saw her own reflection in it—a terrified face.Then she heard a word.

"So, you'd better keep quiet."
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The woman—or, Teresi from Harkosus shivered and sat on a cold iron chair, surrounded by iron-gray walls, with no windows, and a surprisingly high ceiling.She sat here, not knowing exactly what was going to happen next, so she had to wait.

And over the next five minutes, other people she knew were ushered into the room and placed in the same chairs.

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

They looked at each other, and tried to talk in the dim light with fear, when a sudden voice interrupted them before the matter had even begun.

"Good day, fellow prisoners."

The speaker chuckled, and the sound dissipated across the room without distortion, and Trish began looking for a possible sounding device, but no matter how much she stared into the darkness, she couldn't find a horn or anything like that.

There was nothing in the room except five iron chairs.

"I hope you didn't suffer on the way you were brought here. Of course, if you really suffered a little bit, I won't sympathize with you. After all, if someone was beaten, it must be him who asked for it."

Teresi looked at a man sitting to her right, a middle-aged man with a bad temper named Massaro.At this moment, he was rubbing his abdomen without saying a word, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"I should have introduced myself to you, but I'm not sure you're worth it right now, so I'll just leave it out—so, fellow prisoners, would any of you tell me something?"

silence.

The five pairs of eyes quickly looked at each other, exchanging information in the silent silence.

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

In the next second, a heavy and terrifying chill spread across the entire room in an instant.Thick white mist suddenly appeared and continued to escape.

Teresi widened her eyes and found that the darkness in front of her was slowly fluctuating.She observed there uneasily, but in the next second, a pale face suddenly appeared in the darkness where nothing existed.

"what--!"

Tracy screamed uncontrollably, and her reaction caused the rest of the four to scream too, but the expected attack or punishment never came.There was only a chuckle from behind them.

Then, there was the sound of calm and heavy footsteps.

Teresi turned her head abruptly, but only had time to see a giant pale hand protruding from the darkness and resting on Massaro's shoulder.

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

Fear took hold of Massaro completely at this moment.

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

"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, creepy and neurotic image to scare them."

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

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

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

Conrad Koz thought about it seriously, then nodded, agreed with Khalil's statement, and thus raised a new question.

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

"We'll wait," Khalil said.

"Wait?"

"Yeah, let's wait. What else? Your first company commander is still on the way and hasn't returned. And Nostramo is still in the rebuilding period. Are we going to take a boat to regain the lost ground and let Luke The Ultramarines 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 Harkosus will not only have three ships."

　The update is complete. In addition, when do you think it will be better to add it next month?No. [-] can't, because the author has to go to the dentist.

　　
　
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