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Chapter 234:41, Interrogation of the Priest from the Dark Angels
High King Caligus sat dejectedly on the throne. He was once the pride of Darok and an ambitious lord. When he was crowned king, he vowed to lead the people of Darok to great glory.

But now, the fire of destruction burned fiercely, burning everything he had, and burning all his vows and ambitions.

Why did it become like this? The High King thought sadly in his heart.

He thought of the Chaos Wizard, who was wearing a dark blue robe decorated with bird feathers and mysterious runes that he could not understand. Perhaps everything was destined from the moment the wizard walked into Darok's palace and handed him the crystal ball.

Or maybe it doesn't matter what his choice is. In the eyes of the two behemoths, Chaos and the Empire, Darok is just a toy that can be manipulated at will.

Perhaps the only difference is whether it was the Imperial Army, the demons of the Warp, or both that brought destruction to Darok. No matter what choice he made, he could not escape the fate of today.

Hatred and hatred gnawed at Caligus's heart like a poisonous snake.

When he heard that those barbaric soldiers from the empire were openly discussing how to deal with him.

His anger reached its peak, and his dignity as a king did not allow him to live in disgrace any longer.
"I will not accept your judgment, nor will I be taken away by you. I was born in Darok and died in Darok. My body and soul belong to this world and no one can deprive them of it! I despise you, soldiers, I despise you and your empire! In my eyes, you are no different from the evil in the warp! Hahahaha, let's die together. I will turn into a vengeful spirit and make sure you never have peace!"

The Supreme King Caligus suddenly stood up from the throne, his majestic body emitting a roar of laughter like thunder, his golden hair swinging, and in a trance he felt like he had returned to the past again, still the high-spirited king.

The Catachan commando captain sensed something was wrong.

"Stop!" he shouted.

While yelling loudly, he rushed towards Caligus who was sitting on the throne.

But he was a step too slow after all. With a roar, the Iron Throne trembled and burst out with an invisible and terrible impact.

In an instant, the crystal dome of the spire suddenly exploded, and countless crystal fragments turned into a colorful blizzard.

Even though the tactical team activated the Destroyer Armor's shield immediately, they were still thrown out of the tower by this unstoppable invisible energy.

Fortunately, their jet packs were not damaged, and with the help of the powerful thrust, they were able to stabilize their bodies in mid-air and did not suffer any substantial injuries.

Ma Bo was suspended in mid-air, with the tail flame of his jet pack burning behind him. The imperial hero was carefully examining the sudden impact and looking for a way to calm the energy storm.

Although his expression did not change and his eyes were as fierce as usual, his heart was far from as calm as he appeared - just before the unexpected explosion, he saw the commando captain pull the High King away from the throne and turn on the shield system before the explosion.

Withstanding the energy impact head-on, blasphemous thunder and fire exploded, and the commando captain flew directly from the edge of the tower top platform.

Like a fallen leaf, he was carried away by the violent shock wave and rushed far away.

Even more unfortunately, the brutal force damaged Captain Commando's jetpack.

At the same time, this dedicated commando captain also needs to protect Caligus and keep the criminals of this war alive.

The fierce and merciless impact almost made the commando captain faint, and the red alarm was flashing wildly and rapidly on the control console of the Destroyer I armor.

Fortunately, the legendary hero Ma Bo fired in time, shattering the center of the explosion and containing the shock wave.

The roar of the explosion made the whole world tremble, and Mabo's bullet seemed to hit an invisible being.

Accompanied by a sharp cry of pain amid the whistling sound, the violent shock wave came to an abrupt end.

The wave of subspace energy that swept across everything like a high wall quickly subsided, the hurricane and thunderstorm also dissipated into nothingness, and crystal fragments poured onto the gem platform of the tower.

When the commando captain flew out of the tower at the critical moment, Ma Bo rescued him.

It was so thrilling just now. The huge energy impact destroyed the jet pack and caused problems in the energy pathway.

If he were allowed to fall from the top of this thousand-meter-high tower, there would be no chance of survival even with the protection of the Destroyer Armor.

Caligus, who was also hit, turned over tremblingly and looked at the iron throne reluctantly.

Even though this throne was crushed in the impact just now, just like his glory and ambition were crushed.

Although Caligus was rescued, he was also seriously injured. Without the protection of thick armor, his chest was completely sunken. He was in great pain, and blood flowed out of his mouth from time to time.

He fell to the ground in a miserable state, covered in blood. Even his gorgeous robe was tattered. He no longer had the dignity and composure of a king.

"Why?" he asked the soldier painfully.

He wanted to die, but he was still alive. He couldn't understand why the commando captain in front of him would risk such a huge risk to save him.

"You have no right to decide your own death. That right belongs to the Emperor and the Warmaster, not to a traitor like you."

"Madman." After getting the answer, Caligus vomited a mouthful of blood. He cursed weakly and then fainted completely.

The commando captain took off his broken helmet, revealing a deep scar on his face.

The blood kept flowing and soon his face was covered with blood, but this was a blessing in disguise. The Destroyer Armor took the fatal blow for him. If it weren't for the protection of the helmet, he would probably have been beheaded by now.

But the Destroyer Armor is not the Space Marine's power armor after all. This can be seen from the cost. Its defense is much weaker than the power armor.

The commando leader was seriously injured.

The storm just now almost took his life.

Two Catachan commandos carried the High King away, and called for a medical team for the commando leader.

The commando captain felt his vision becoming increasingly blurred, and then he fell to the ground in a trance.

He could hear the terrified voices of his teammates before he completely lost consciousness.

The assault soldiers shouted his name loudly, their tone filled with worry.

"Why are you howling? I'm not dead yet." The commando captain muttered to himself and then fell into a coma.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, he vaguely saw, heard, and felt. This was a sensory experience he had never had before - but he could sense that above the mysterious and deep dome of the sky, an extremely sacred giant eye was casting a gaze at him.

It was an unspeakable behemoth, one of the millions of eyes on the high-speed rotating wheel, but it was still enough to take him and even the entire Darlock world into its sight.

The boundless pupil covered the entire sky, and he could clearly see that at the bottom of the pupil, which was as bottomless as the abyss, an endless red flame was burning.

Surprisingly, in such a horrific scene, the commando captain did not feel any fear as he should have, but on the contrary, he felt almost infinite courage in his heart.

"Dvona, your name."

A voice resounded in his consciousness. This voice was like the joint cry of tens of millions of brave men. All the evidence of courage in human history could be found in the obvious background here.

"Yes, that's my name." Devona responded happily. He felt extremely honored to have his name remembered by such a being.

But the next moment, his body began to fall suddenly, as if falling from a height of tens of millions of meters, with an indescribable feeling of panic.

When he fell to the bottom, he once again felt the weight of his body and the burden of the world.

Catachan commando captain Devona suddenly opened his eyes and found himself back on the Imperial warship.

The surgical light above his head made his eyeballs feel unbearable pain.

The pharmacist is giving him emergency treatment.

"Your Majesty, you woke up so soon." When a pharmacist saw him open his eyes, he immediately screamed in shock.

"Sorry soldier, I'm just too shocked." As if realizing his mistake, the pharmacist whispered apologetically.
"Based on your brain damage, your chances of waking up are only 22%. Even if everything goes well, you will wake up in a few months at the earliest. Emperor bless you, this is truly a miracle."

Devona was silent. Even though he was conscious, he was still a little dazed. He unconsciously recalled the giant pupil that enveloped the world and the red flames in the abyss. He was not sure what it meant - perhaps it was just a dream that was destined to be unforgettable.

Then he turned his attention back to himself.

He saw that the pharmacist was injecting some medicine into his body with a sharp needle.

"What is this?" Devona asked.

"Oh, this is anesthetic. We are performing surgery on you. I have to say that you are seriously injured. Although you look intact on the outside, the severe shock has made your insides a mess. Um - like minced meat wrapped in dough. We are almost giving up on you."

Devona: “.”

He wanted to say that he could still be saved.

But before he could finish his words, the anesthetic took effect and he fell into coma again, allowing the pharmacists from the Medical Order to open his body and take out the fragments and rotten flesh that were enough to kill him.

Devona's injuries were so severe that even though the ship's pharmacist gave him emergency treatment, they could not guarantee that he would be completely cured.

He will need a long period of recovery and will struggle with the painful aftereffects for the rest of his life.

His attending physician suggested to him implicitly that perhaps it was time to consider retiring, staying away from war, and pursuing an ordinary but stable life.

With his merits, he would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life, and live a happier life than most people in the empire.

But Devona was not willing to make such a decision. He did not want to leave the legion where he had served for half his life - but he had to admit that it was an issue that had to be considered given his current situation.

On the first day after the operation, when the effect of anesthesia wore off, he could clearly feel the pain in his body. Even lying on a comfortable hospital bed, the pain was still unbearable for him.

While enduring the physical pain, he pondered the difficult decision and could not sleep all night, bearing the double suffering of mind and body alone in the ward.

And by the second day after the operation—he was cured.

Yes, it was that sudden. When the bell rang the next day, his body immediately freed itself from the heavy pain.

He had been doing a whole set of intense Catachan daily training programs in the ward until this moment, when he had completed them smoothly, he found that not only did his body not have any sequelae, but it even became stronger.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, still unable to believe the miracle that happened to him.

But in the galaxy, miracles do not necessarily mean good things. Any abnormal events are often related to heresy.

Devona feared that he had been cursed by an unholy force from the Warp, or perhaps by some blasphemous sorcery.

Just as he was thinking about going to the pastor to report himself.

The door to his room opened and a woman walked in.

When the woman walked in, the whole room seemed to light up, and the simple house instantly became brilliant and sacred because of her arrival.

Devona looked over subconsciously, then held his breath unconsciously.

He could see the difference between this woman and ordinary people. She did not have any of the flaws that ordinary people would have. She had white hair and silver eyes, and her whole body was like a flawless jade, an exquisite creation meticulously carved out of it.

This was the most beautiful woman Devona had ever seen in his life, but the holiness that came to him prevented him from having the slightest desire to blaspheme.

Then, he found the only great person who fit the description in his memory—the commander-in-chief of this mission to suppress the rebellion, the Saint of the Order of the Soul, the Seraph of the Warmaster, Saint Efilar.

Thinking of the various titles the other party called him, he felt ashamed, humbly lowered his proud head, and saluted awkwardly.

"No need to be so polite." The saint smiled innocently, "I just came to visit the battlefield hero who captured Caligus. You seem to have recovered well, or have you recovered?"

Hearing this question, Devona's face showed uneasiness and embarrassment. He didn't know how to explain to the saint what was happening to him.

In other words, even he himself couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Don't worry, perhaps it is your loyalty that makes the miracle happen." The commando captain saw pure white light flowing from the saint's eyes.

His heart gradually calmed down. Even the saints recognized his loyalty. He thought there was no need to report himself to the priest anymore.

"Dvona, you did a great job. Mabo gave me a complete report on the war. Because of your heroic sacrifice, the Empire will obtain important intelligence."

Hearing the other party's praise, Devona felt a little hot on his face.

Yes, he was shy, but there was nothing shameful about it, as any citizen of the Empire was a child in front of a saint, even if he was a hunk from Catachan.

"For your outstanding performance and calm decisions on the battlefield, I have applied to the Warmaster to appoint you as the commander of the first Destroyer Mech Regiment on Catachan. Sly Mabo and your subordinates will also be transferred there, and you will work together again."

"what?"

Devona showed a surprised expression, full of disbelief. The day before he was still seriously considering retirement, and now he has become the commander of an elite corps?
"You will not refuse, will you? A brave and fearless Catachan warrior would not be afraid of such a heavy responsibility."

Looking at his stunned look, Efilal joked.

"No, no, no, I accept." Devona was so excited that he was a little incoherent, but of course he would not refuse.

Nothing he worried about happened, and when he woke up again, his injuries were healed, he did not have to be separated from his battle-brothers, and he even had the opportunity to offer greater loyalty to the Empire in the future.

Everything that was happening before his eyes was so beautiful that it even felt unreal to him.

Efilar nodded, smiled, and then turned and left.

When he turned around, the smile on the saint's face quickly faded. Of course, this was not directed at the battlefield hero Devona, but about the finishing work of the Darlock world.

In the eyes of the saint, this was an ordinary mission to suppress a rebellion, no different from the hundreds of rebellions she had suppressed in the past, but the facts proved that saints can also make misjudgments.

In this war, perhaps ordinary soldiers have not noticed many abnormalities, but Efilar has seen too many things wrong.

The crystal tower of High King Caligus, the nine steps, the crystal dome, and the fragments of the crystal ball brought back by Devona in his tactical backpack.

All these omens point to an abominable existence - the demon of Tzeentch.

Any seemingly simple matter will become complicated and elusive once the followers of Tzeentch appear.

Efilar attached great importance to the intelligence about the High King, so she applied to the headquarters and called in the best interrogation master.

Asmodai of the Dark Angels, the oldest and most successful Inquisition-Chaplain of the Chapter.

In countless wars, the mere mention of Asmodai's name would strike fear into the hearts of even the most stubborn enemies.

Even Efilar himself did not expect that the command would send Asmodai in person.

However, this did not surprise the saint too much. According to the gossip that Efilar had obtained, the interrogation priest seemed to have had a conflict with the Lion King and was currently in an idle state.

The reason was that, for some reason that she didn't understand, Asmodai madly targeted the Angel of Pardon beside the Lion King, which made the Lion King unhappy.

None of the above is official information. Gossip is a woman's nature, and even nuns are no exception. These rumors were all heard by Efilar from the nuns, and their authenticity cannot be confirmed.

As for whether there was really a rift between Asmodai and the Lion King, Efilar didn't care.

As long as this interrogation priest can successfully dig out the deepest secrets of the High King's consciousness.

(End of this chapter)