Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 347 The side of the bed
Doom squinted, staring at the constantly changing holographic image.

Beyond the lower layer of the Beta sector, within the influence territory of the Nur constellation, at the edge of the hazy star field, lies the dark side of the galactic disk.

There was nothing there, just a cold, lifeless void devoid of light.

The terrifying being that made Gera tremble with just its name seemed to have emerged from the edge of darkness, invading the human world.

As he pondered, he turned his gaze to another interrogation room. The official who had accompanied Gela was in extremely poor condition; he had completely broken down after being placed in a mental isolation ward.

Other officials are being escorted over; we'll soon know whether it's true or not.

According to Gella's account, Lady Clara is a terrifying alien that has brought ruin to the world her family manages.

“Describe their appearance.” At Doom’s instruction, the interrogation master took out a projection device and placed it on the table, explaining to Gela, “Neural implants are connected to your brain; imagine their images.”

This is an important way to tell if Graham is lying.

Unless one has seen it with their own eyes and spent a long time with it, it is impossible for the human brain to instantly construct a complete model of consciousness.

If the description is true, the complete image of the alien will appear in the projection the moment it is recalled; conversely, if the image is pieced together bit by bit, it can be determined that the describer is lying.

"My lord, I'm so sorry." Grah buried his head in his hands in anguish. The projection on the desktop flickered rapidly, displaying many blurry images that quickly coalesced and then shattered, never quite forming a complete model.

"I have never really seen them."

"They live in darkness, making it difficult for us mortals to concentrate and look at them, and difficult to form a definite image in our minds."

It was clear that Gela was in great pain; the memories in his mind alone caused his brainwaves to fluctuate violently.

"You can stop now."

The torture master swung his whip, tearing his skin and flesh, but also freeing him from the painful memories, freeing his consciousness from them.

Behind the one-way glass, Doom's expression was extremely grave. He was almost certain that Gera's description of the alien was accurate.

There are indeed memetic infections and terrifying aliens capable of manipulating minds that have invaded Gera's homeland.

"You said the alien can manipulate minds. How did you escape its control? Why did you carry out the terrorist attack?"

The torture master's face was contorted with rage, the instruments of torture at his waist rattling loudly. His terrifying aura intimidated the prisoner as he pointed to a holographic projection: "And what weapon are you using?"

When pressure is applied in conjunction with the issue of psychological vulnerability, those with weak psychological defenses will instantly break down and reveal all related matters.

Grae was clearly terrified. His shoulders trembled violently, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his pale face turned ashen as he screamed, "I don't know how to break free from control!"

The interrogation master's expression changed. The person being interrogated was not lying, but he knew nothing and provided no useful information.

“Launching a terrorist attack was an emergency measure,” Gela cried and screamed, hugging his naked body and explaining with tears streaming down his face: “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, but I had to do it. During this time out of control, I had to do everything I could to stay in Nur!”

"My home is dying in silence. If I am taken back into control, it will all be over!"

"Only by using the most drastic means can I get into the sights of Nur's high command and get King Novik to send troops to save my world."

"I have no other choice, and I would never regret it if I could do it all over again."

"Lady Kra is no ordinary alien. Ordinary patrol fleets cannot defeat them. They must be destroyed by the iron fist of Nur Main Star."

Gela was on the verge of a breakdown, screaming hysterically. His tears never stopped, and he felt a little guilty, but never regretful.

Snapped--

Another heavy lash of the whip sent blood splattering in the interrogation room, silencing the frantic screams.

A burning, stinging sensation washed over her. Grae, breathing heavily, said to the interrogator, "Thank you."

Although the whip was very painful, it restrained his frenzied will and prevented him from going completely insane.

He knew that his spirit had been eroded too much, his will was as weak as paper, and he was extremely sensitive to everything around him, even the smallest things.

“That weapon has a very ancient origin.” Gra calmed himself down and began to explain: “In the chaotic Old Night era, an unknown spaceship crashed in the Homeworld, and our ancestors found an ape among the debris.”

As he narrated, a holographic projection instantly materialized, showing a red-haired ape crawling on all fours, wearing an exoskeleton and heavy industrial glasses.

"Our ancestors saved it, and in return, the apes crafted miniature weapons for us until they left after ruling the world."

“Before I was completely controlled, I carried this ancient treasure with me, hoping that one day I could use it as a trump card to turn the tide.” After saying this, the interrogation master nodded in satisfaction, the ins and outs of the matter were clear.

But there is one crucial point that must be clarified.

"You have never escaped control, so why did you come to Nur to report for duty?" Seeing that the prisoner was willing to cooperate, he abandoned the psychological suppression methods and asked in a normal tone.

“Nur, Your Majesty…” Gera said with deep gratitude and utmost sincerity, “Every ten years, as the rulers of the planet, we must come to report on our duties.”

"Mrs. Clara also learned of this news by consuming spirits."

“They understand that if the person in power does not come to report, Nur will come to hold them accountable, so they release us, who are under their control, to come here.”

Grae was truly grateful that the reporting system, which they had once vehemently resisted, had now saved their family and the world.

He became much more lucid and carefully recalled that moment of freedom: "After I arrived at the Ring of Nur, for some reason, my mental control suddenly weakened, which gave me the opportunity to break free from control."

“I planned the attack without hesitation. Even if I am taken into custody again, Nur will send a fleet to investigate and will surely discover Lady Kra’s tricks.”

Having said that, Gela let out a long breath and leaned back in the torture chair, feeling incredibly relieved. He had confessed everything he knew.

Then all that's needed is to wait for Nur to review and confirm the information before dispatching the punitive fleet to eliminate Lady Kra.

Gra was absolutely confident that Nur would strike hard and eliminate the aliens in the face of such a formidable enemy.

Because the Nur Stars are urgently exerting influence over their territory, if they back down in the face of the aliens this time, how can they win back the scattered humanity in the future?

The interrogation master turned and left the interrogation room. He had obtained quite a few confessions; it was time to begin corroborating them.

He stood at the door of the interrogation room, turned around and tossed a piece of clothing to the prisoner, saying, "Get ready, I may interrogate you at any time."

Gra quickly took the prison uniform and nodded solemnly: "I will tell you everything I know."

Over the next hour, several master interrogators worked simultaneously to interrogate the prisoners in the isolation cell, gathering corroborating testimonies from various sources.

There is only one conclusion—the Xenomorphs are running rampant in the lower levels of the Beta Sector!

The interrogation master stood before Dumu, respectfully presenting the confession with both hands, which Li Tang stepped forward to receive.

"Thank you for your hard work." Doom's voice was calm, expressing his appreciation for the interrogation personnel's work.

The latter did not speak, but bowed and slowly retreated. His trembling body betrayed his composure.

The interrogators are not from good backgrounds; most of them come from the world of punishment and are prisoners who have realized their mistakes and are willing to reform.

A simple affirmation is enough to satisfy them.

Doom turned his gaze to the Blood Angel Messenger and said, "Amarans, you can explain to the wolf cub now."

“Your Excellency,” Amarans, who had witnessed the entire event, knew exactly how to explain things to the Wolf Brothers: “I will explain everything.”

After stating his position, the Blood Angel, his face charred and cracked, turned and left, his heart heavy as lead, his steps unusually hurried.

What was initially thought to be a premeditated terrorist attack turned out to be a spur-of-the-moment decision. Even more surprising was the discovery of a terrifying alien creature behind the attack.

"Lord Amarans." As he stepped out of the dungeon, Amarans heard someone calling him. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw his attendant, Camilla.

A night guard stood beside her, beckoning her over: "Please come here for a moment."

Out of a sense of responsibility, Amarans went over anyway...

Inside the underground prison, Doom did not rush to leave. He sat in his chair and carefully read the confessions he had obtained.

He obtained a lot of information from intelligence gathering.

First, it can be confirmed that Lady Clara is a psionic race that feeds on human spirits and souls through the warp to continuously increase her psionic power.

They are infected with memes, making it difficult for ordinary people or those with weak minds to see through their existence.

Faced with such terrifying and unknown aliens, Doom raised his head and asked his eldest son beside him, "What should we do with them?"

Without hesitation, Li Tang uttered two words in his clear voice: "Destruction!"

(End of this chapter)