Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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But Calgary's two shots were very accurate.

Harken could only let out broken gasps.

There is no room for explanation, no room for curses.

We can't tell everyone that the person who beat him up like that wasn't Calga at all.

He could only be dragged along.

Like a black dog with its spine broken.

In the hall of the Wartime Command, the other chapter commanders and regimental commanders had already arrived.

They had come to discuss a counterattack after hearing of the Black Legion's vanguard invasion.

As soon as they entered the hall, they saw Calga dragging Haken in.

All eyes were on Harken.

Then, Haldo Shuangpi was the first to laugh out loud.

The Space Wolves' combat leader strode forward, looking down at Harken.

"Is this the bastard who was bragging on the radio for ages?"

He crouched down and looked closely at Harken's bloodied and mangled face.

"I thought Starseers would be terrifying."

“When Fenris’s wolf cub chased the snow hare for the first time, it howled more fiercely than you do.”

Harken's eyes blazed with fury.

Haldor grinned.

"Oh, so you can glare at people."

"Where did your mouth go? Weren't you quite talkative just now?"

"Continue."

"Say it again, eighty days and nights."

A white-scarred Khan named Olugin walked over, holding his helmet, and glanced at Haken's tattered state.

"Starslayer?"

He scoffed.

"I think he looks like a star-dropper."

Haldor immediately chimed in: "He looks like a black crow that has been pulled from the sky and thrown around eighty times."

Olukin nodded: "At least crows can fly."

The commander of Crimson Fist said coldly, "Abaddon's messenger of revelation, the Black Legion sent you to announce death, but you ended up broadcasting a recording of being beaten up for Vigilant Star."

"From a tactical communication perspective, you have indeed made a great contribution."

The commander of the nearby Graveyard City Warhawk is even more ruthless.

He lowered his voice, mimicking the tone Haken had used on the broadcast.

"After eighty days and nights, this world will belong to the Chaos War General."

Then he returned to a normal tone.

"As a result, eighty seconds later, you belong to Calga's boot sole."

A few laughs rang out in the hall.

Haldo slapped his thigh.

"I suggest hanging it at the entrance of the broadcasting room."

The sign read: "Those who issue death declarations without permission will meet the consequences shown in the picture."

Kadan Stronus, with his steel hand, approached, his prosthetic eye scanning Harken's entire body.

"More than twenty fractures throughout his body."

"Jaw crushed."

Spinal impact injury.

"The armor's power system is paralyzed."

"The jump pack was precisely severed."

"In terms of damage efficiency, the melee output of the Karga Regiment Commander exceeds the target's tolerance threshold."

Haldor looked at Stronus.

"Iron Hand, you believe he was the one who hit him?"

Stronus looked at Calga.

"That's the message being broadcast."

Calga: "..."

Haldor laughed even louder.

"The ultimate war god is truly a master of disguise."

Calga slowly said, "Haldor!!!"

Space Wolf raises his hand.

"I know I know."

"The legal code does not support us exaggerating in front of enemy prisoners."

"But you did a really good job just now."

Calga offered no further explanation.

He found that explanations were no longer meaningful.

Harken struggled to lift his head.

He wanted to roar.

I want to curse.

I want to tell these imperial lackeys the truth.

But when he opened his mouth, he only spat out blood bubbles.

Haldor immediately lowered his head.

"Is there something you want to say?"

Harken's eyes burned with murderous intent.

Haldo nodded.

"very good."

"Keep holding it in."

Another burst of laughter followed.

These Space Marine commanders all understood the value of Harken.

This is a counter-psychological war.

Harken attacks the Vigilant Star with fear.

Now, Harken himself has been dragged in front of the commanders of various warbands to be watched and ridiculed.

This is a public humiliation of his reputation.

He lives on fear.

They made him a laughingstock.

Lawson then walked into the hall.

The crowd calmed down a bit.

Harken looked at Lawson, his hatred growing even stronger.

Lawson walked up to him and glanced down at him.

"He seems quite energetic."

Haldor said, “My Lord Seal Holder, you can hand him over to me as well. Fenris has some interrogation methods; the process is very short and the noise is very loud.”

Stronos said, "The Steel Hand can perform neural interface readings."

Tigurius stood to the side and whispered a reminder: "A Chaos Lord of his caliber likely has traps hidden in his memories and soul. Regular reading is very risky."

The representative of Imperial Fist said, "We can first remove the armor, teeth, prosthetics, and rune implants."

Crimson Fist said coldly, "Pain might not be effective against someone like him."

Upon hearing this, Harken's eyes finally revealed his contempt.

He was beaten terribly.

But he is still Harken. The Starslayer. The destroyer of the Black Legion.

He has created too much fear, and he has endured too much fear.

In his eyes, Imperial interrogators were usually just crude apprentices wielding iron hooks and electric currents.

Haken's lips parted slightly.

It's more like mockery.

come on.

Let's see what new tricks you have up your sleeves.

Lawson saw his look and smiled.