Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 235 42, Interrogation of Pastor Asmodai

Shortly after the war, the Mechanicus' fleet docked in outer orbit. The priests brought a large number of environmental transformation devices. They will help Darok recover and rebuild, making this world more suitable for human survival.

At the same time, the Dark Angels' Inquisition Chaplains arrived at Darok.

The Dark Angels' Chief Inquisitor-Priest, and a renowned Master of Confessions in the Empire.

But in recent times, he has not been having a good time, or rather, he has had very few good times, but none of them have been as angry as in recent times.

Efilar, who followed the Warmaster most of the time, had heard the rumors about him and the Lion King.

If Asmodai heard those rumors, he would definitely prove to the public that they were not rumors.

For Asmodai, there have been two major news in recent years, one good and one bad.

The good news is that the Lion has returned, and the Gene-Father of the Dark Angels once again stands among them.

The bad news is that a group of mysterious people in black armor followed the lion. Asmodai was curious about their identities. After a period of exploration, he angrily discovered that these people were actually fallen angels!

Asmodai has zero tolerance for traitors. He is brutal and uncompromising, and his obsession with his work grows with age.

Asmodai is ruthless by nature, and he is obsessed with hunting down fallen warriors, even if the Imperial high-ranking officials believe that the hunt is not entirely necessary.

But he was determined to do so. As long as he was still alive, he would never let any traitor go.

In order to achieve this goal, Asmodai will stop at nothing. Even among the Dark Angels, no one can compare to him in this respect.

Because of his insatiable obsession, he is willing to sacrifice everything to capture the Fallen Warriors, and he can try to cross any line in order to catch more traitors.

On a daily basis, he chants battle prayers, instilling hatred for traitors in the Dark Angels, allowing them to focus their rage and ruthlessly eradicate all betrayers.

This is Asmodai's unique style. His obsession with hunting down traitors sometimes forces the Dark Angels Grand Master to carefully consider the suggestions he makes.

It is precisely because of this belief that when Asmodai discovered that there was a group of fallen angels beside his genetic father, he had no one to tell about the anger and sadness in his heart.

He secretly tried several times to kill those fallen angels, but such actions repeatedly violated the boundaries of the Lion King.

A lion's territory cannot be violated, even if the man is his son.

The lion was furious about this, and amid the lion's roar, Asmodai was stopped from all ongoing actions and removed from his power, retaining only his position.

Such an order is tantamount to making the sharpest dagger of the Dark Angel completely idle.

Asmodai felt infinite sadness in his heart. He could not go against the will of the original body. Under such an order, he could almost foresee his own ending.

——He will be hidden in the snow like this forever, until his edge is no longer sharp, until he slowly rusts, until he decays and withers.

"Great lion, the Emperor's knight, the most loyal son of the Lord of Mankind, why did you allow rebellion to happen? You should bite them the most violently, crush their throats, and dig out the hearts of every traitor!"

Asmodai's grief was uncontrollable, but he could not disobey his father. If he did so, how would he be different from the traitor he hated.

"Who led the Dark Angels to bravely attack the palace of the traitor Rune, risking their lives? Who stood up and boosted morale when the chapter was stranded on the demon world of Amity? It was me, Lion King, Asmodai. I am your most loyal son. Those traitors deserve to be thrown into prison and sentenced to death! Just like you taught us, there is no betrayal too small to tolerate!"

Asmodai wept bitterly, this terrifying hero feared throughout the galaxy, howling at the lion's stubbornness.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but his shrill voice could not conceal his sadness and disappointment, which was enough to make anyone who saw it sad and anyone who heard it cry.

But at this time,
High King Caligus, who was alone in a room with Asmodai, did not think so.

At this time, the king of Darlock, Caligus, was lying on the ground like mud. In the midst of Asmodai's weeping, he not only did not have any empathy, but his whole body was shaking with fear.

Then he saw Asmodai suddenly turn his head and lock his eyes on him with a hawk-like fierce look.

The sadness on the interrogating priest's face disappeared, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

But in this smile, Caligus seemed to be stressed, his whole body trembled violently, his lower body felt warm, and a large amount of liquid flowed out.

He was so scared that he peed.

The smile on Asmodai's face grew even brighter.

After being idled by the Lion King for a long time, he was finally reused by Warmaster Dukel, who sent him to assist Saint Efilar in doing the cause he was obsessed with.

Asmodai, who had been doing nothing for a long time, even felt awe-inspiring after being appointed by the Warmaster.

He was fully aware of his situation, so how could he betray the War Marshal's trust in him.

A living traitor was right in front of him. After a long separation, Asmodai felt the long-lost happiness as he once again destroyed the traitor's body and will after many years.

Under such circumstances, how could he not do his best for the War Marshal?

"Kaliguis, the High King of Darok." Asmodai said softly.

"Even the Warmaster doesn't know much about my relationship with the Primarch. This is the secret I am most reluctant to reveal. Now I have told you. In exchange, Caligus, shouldn't you also tell me your secret?"

Asmodai moved forward, and the Space Marine's tall body blocked out all the light in the secret room, and the huge shadow gradually covered Caligus.

"No." Watching the other party approaching, Caligus' whole body was shaking violently like a sieve. He burst into tears and begged the other party uncontrollably, hoping that Asmode would stop his actions.

But it is doomed to be in vain.

Asmodai's unwavering determination and iron willpower ensure that he always completes his tasks successfully.

a few days later.

Ephilar's fleet left Darok and came to the depths of the hidden warp.

She looked through the battleship's lens at the bizarre void of the Warp, where a planet was ignited by red flames and was burning fiercely.

The firelight illuminated the saint's flawless face, and the corners of her mouth formed a perfect arc, revealing a joyful smile.

A Daemon World destroyed, she had once again added a small feat to the Warmaster's medal of honor.

Billions of demons were burning in the flames. Efilar listened to the demons' howlings as if he was listening to a magnificent piece of music, with a look of obvious intoxication on his face.

Then Efilar turned her head and looked at the tall warrior who was watching this scene with her.

"Asmodai, you did a good job. I didn't expect that you could actually find the coordinates of the demon world through the Supreme King."

The saint praised the interrogator, "The Warmaster would surely be pleased with this."

Efilar's praise came from the heart. The warp was chaotic and disordered. Without a precise target, it was almost impossible to locate the hidden world of demons.

Destroying such a world and burning the tens of billions of demons in it is a feat that every imperial soldier and battle sister is proud of. More importantly, Efilar knows that the Second Legion led by the Warmaster currently has everything except demons.

The Argentum factories are like the insatiable mouth of the abyss, devouring hundreds of millions of demons every day to produce the Argentum series of military equipment.

The raw materials were in short supply, and in order to prevent the capture of more demons, the Warmaster even scattered most of his descendants across the galaxy, leaving only a small number to maintain the operation of the Argent factory.

But even so, Argentum equipment is still a scarce commodity in the empire and cannot be equipped for every imperial soldier.

With a territory covering millions of worlds, the Empire has far too many soldiers.

Warmaster Dukel's biggest dream at the moment is to allow every loyal soldier to have his own Argentinian weapon. He is working hard for this, putting all his energy into it.

Ephilar is a devout servant who embraces the Warmaster's dreams as her own.

Although the fleet she led this time was not large, it was only a medium-sized fleet with three battleships and more than a hundred cruisers.

You can attack the demon world and still bring back many high-quality demons to contribute to the warmaster's dream.

Although Argentum energy weapons are scarce, their power is obvious to all.

In the Efilar fleet, only a small number of Space Marines were equipped with Argentum weapons, but they still managed to defeat the demons without any chance of fighting back.

Space Marines equipped with Argentum weapons have the ability to easily kill demons.

"This is my duty, not worthy of praise." Asmodai said modestly, and then he asked the saint,

"There are still many coordinate points in the demon world. Lord Efilar, please continue our operation. If you listen to my advice, we will purify countless demons."

Asmodai said enthusiastically, and in order to get the saint to listen to his opinion, he even humbly used the honorific title.

He knew that this was a bit rash. After all, he did not have any actual position in this fleet. He was only assigned as an interrogation priest and had no right to make any suggestions to Efilar.

But his determination to annihilate Chaos made him ignore the status of others.

Asmodai will be unable to sleep or eat if these known demon worlds are allowed to continue to exist.

At this moment, he carefully observed Efilar's expression, fearing that the saint would reject his suggestion.

But what he didn't expect was that Aiferal also nodded and agreed to his proposal easily.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," the saint said to him.

"But, aren't you worried that Lord Dukel will blame you for this?" The other party agreed too quickly, which made Asmodai feel a little guilty. He reminded the saint.

Efilar's mission this time is to suppress the rebellion. Entering the subspace has deviated from the original mission schedule. Conquering only one world can also be said to be investigating the situation.

But if we continue to go deeper into the subspace, according to the Imperial Code, at the very least, it would be an act of unauthorized conduct. At the worst, it could even be considered treason.

He himself didn't care, since he had already incurred the lion's displeasure, and he didn't care whether the warmaster hated him or not.

He regards the pursuit of evil as something more important than his own life. If the Warmaster holds him accountable afterwards, the worst that can happen is that he will calmly accept death.

But Efilar was different. Whenever the Warmaster was mentioned, the look in the saint's eyes could not be hidden from anyone.

If this action incurs the Warmaster's dislike, it would probably be more severe for this saint than any substantial punishment.

In response to his kind reminder, Efilar smiled and shook his head.

"My Lord's eyes are on tens of millions of worlds at the same time. If he doesn't agree with our actions, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to even enter the Warp."

Asmodai nodded and said nothing more.

Of course, he was skeptical about the words of the saints, as he knew that fanatics always liked to make exaggerated statements.

But he had already done his best by giving the reminder, and there was no need to argue with the other party any further about whether the War Marshal could really watch over millions of worlds.

And deep down, he was also worried that if he continued to persuade Efilar, he would really lead the fleet to withdraw.

But what he didn't know was that in the saint's spiritual vision, a huge eyeball burning with flames was also looking down at the demon world in front of it, with obvious joy in its eyes.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Warmaster really has millions of eyes, each eye looking at a different world, and that he looks at millions of worlds at the same time.

"But there is one thing I need to make clear in advance." Efilar said to Asmodai, "If our operation goes smoothly, all the glory belongs to my Lord. If we fail..."

"I will take full responsibility," Asmodai said without hesitation, without even waiting for the saint to finish his words.

"That's not necessary. The Warmaster will not make things difficult for loyal people." Efilar laughed at Asmodai's misunderstanding and did not give any further explanation.

As they talked.

A herald came hurriedly.
"Commander, we have found news about Chaos Warmaster Abaddon from the demon world."

The imperial soldiers captured many cultists from the demon world. Although the interrogation skills of the mechanical priests were not as good as Asmodai's, they were able to spy on the secrets in the cultists' minds through special methods.

Among them was news about Abaddon.

Hearing this, Efilar frowned slightly.

In the previous battle on Vigilante, Abaddon was severely injured by Doom and fled back to the Warp and disappeared.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, I accidentally discovered the other party's whereabouts.

This is a good thing for Efilar. If he can take off the head of the Dark Warmaster and present it before the Warmaster's seat, it will undoubtedly be a great achievement.

But she did not get carried away by this, but instead carefully considered the authenticity of the news.

"Can you determine Abaddon's exact military strength?"

Efilal asked.

It's not that she doesn't believe the information found out by the mechanical priests, but those heretics are all crazy. Their thinking is confused and often filled with a lot of delusions. The information obtained from their minds is often extremely unreliable.

Because even they themselves don't know which of their memories are real.

"Let me go meet those cultists." Just as Efilar was lost in thought, Asmodai at the side volunteered.
"I will do my best to ensure the authenticity of the intelligence."

When it comes to professional fields, Asmodai exudes strong confidence.

(End of this chapter)