Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Yes, half an inch further in."

"That's where you can think you still have your hands."

"Then you should let the target see his hand being skinned, even if that hand has already been severed."

"Fear comes from misplacement, not from pain."

Two Bi'an assassins were recording Harken's reactions.

Harken continued, "You Imperial interrogators always like to take pain as the answer."

"Pain is just the door."

"A real interrogation begins by telling him there's something behind the door."

"If he finds out again, I'll definitely go in."

Duan Yu raised his hand, and a golden fire needle pierced Haken's chest, burning into the edge of his soul along the lines of the Black Legion's blessing.

Harken's body tensed violently.

Then he laughed again.

"That was a good move."

"It's a pity you don't know how to use fear."

"If you ask me, I will teach you."

He wasn't just being stubborn.

He truly understands interrogation, torture, and fear.

He once trained a gang of traitors using the screams of three million people in a city.

He had a governor read aloud on the radio about his daughter being skinned alive, and then played that recording on a loop for forty-seven hours until the entire garrison of Nestorian surrendered.

Torture and forced confessions were nothing new to him.

The methods of imprisonment were changed seven times.

Harken gave his evaluations one by one.

"You should first cut off my hearing before giving me a fake voice."

"Living metal is good, but you didn't make it mimic bone worms."

"This frequency is too low."

"If you want to tear open memories, start with shame, not pain."

"Bi'an? Judgment Beast? Interesting name."

“But you are more like a group of soldiers with instruments of torture than true artisans of fear.”

Duan Yu finally confirmed one thing.

Harken is a tough opponent.

He had a profound understanding of interrogation and fear.

He knew what would happen from the very beginning of many of his methods. Knowing what was going to happen reduced the unknown aspect of the suffering.

The unknown is what breaks through the defenses.

The prison will synchronize the information with the swarm intelligence system.

A moment later, the interrogation room door opened.

Lawson walked in.

Duan Yu turned around and bowed his head.

"grown ups."

"He is familiar with interrogation, and he is also familiar with fear. Conventional methods have limited effectiveness."

When Harken saw Lawson, the resentment in his eyes immediately became clear.

The humiliation he suffered at the top of the tower still burned in his nerves.

The man pushed him into the ground from behind.

The bones were broken.

Calga was forced to take the blame for the war.

He was then treated like a clown by the commanders of various battle groups.

For someone like Harken, who uses fear and fame as weapons, that is more shameful than death.

Lawson looked Harken up and down: "I heard you're still teaching. You're very confident."

"of course."

Harken grinned. "I've seen far too many torture chambers."

"I've seen most of the kinds of pain you can imagine."

"I've experienced pain you can't even imagine."

"So, you want to know Abaddon's plan?"

"You want to know the Black Legion's offensive rhythm?"

"Want to know where the fleet entrance is?"

"Want to know the Vanguard Mark I brought?"

"Come."

"Let me see if you have anything new."

Lawson nodded slightly.

"Have."

Harken's smile suddenly stopped.

Lawson activated [Mental Reversal Entropy: Absolute Clarity].

An invisible force field covered the interrogation room.

The moment it landed on Harken, all the Chaos Blessings within him seemed to be severed at the root by a hand.

His continuous connection with the warp, which had lasted for ten thousand years, was forcibly severed.

No evil god whispered.

There was no echo of the Black Legion's fanaticism.

Only cold reality.

Haken suddenly heard his own heartbeat.

It is a flesh and blood machine that has been modified, polluted, cursed, and maintained for ten thousand years, throbbing wearily.

Those hidden wounds, concealed by the blessing of chaos, surged back.

Old nerve damage.

A burning pain deep in the spine.

Joints torn by hundreds of jumps.

The lingering auditory hallucinations caused by long-term subspace pollution.

The exhaustion accumulated from ten thousand years of war.

He didn't originally think these things existed.

Chaos will obscure them.

But mental entropy strips all of that away.

For the first time, Harken saw himself in a fully conscious state.

He felt very small.

A piece of rotting flesh floating in the real universe.

A bug that has been clamoring for ten thousand years.

Duan Yu noticed a change in his eyes for the first time.

For a Chaos Lord accustomed to warp fanaticism, absolute lucidity is torture.

Lawson looked at Duan Yu.

"Now continue."

Duan Yu resumed the interrogation.

This time, Harken's reaction was noticeably different.

He could still judge those interrogation techniques he was familiar with.

It can be determined that it no longer brings a sense of security.

Because mental entropy was constantly weighing on him.

Subspace did not respond.

The Black Legion's faith offered no support.

The myth of the fear master is crumbling.

The judge began asking questions.

Harken clenched his teeth and trembled, but still couldn't utter the crucial words.

He is indeed strong.

Even under the oppression of absolute clarity, he was still able to sustain himself with the knowledge and will accumulated over ten thousand years.

He began to reconstruct the structure in his mind.

He disassembled memories into countless layers, hiding key information behind symbols of fear, false memories, pain reflexes, and linguistic traps.