Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"I admit that Auguston, Houguin, and Pollax are very brave, but it is almost impossible for them to hold back Midnight Haunter. Even if Curze cannot kill them in a short time, no one can stop him from leaving."

"You are right." Guilliman stretched out his hand and placed it on the sealed Cogitator processor of the Shadow Prison. "Konrad has other intentions."

"After I came back, I started thinking, maybe it wasn't Auguston and his men who held Coze back, but he let them hold him back on purpose."

After the palm print scan, the next step is iris comparison, voice comparison and gene sequence comparison.

They learned the lesson from Midnight Haunter's launch of the Dark Angels drop pod. The genes of the Primarchs were the same, so Curze found an opportunity.

The Shadow Prison is located one thousand meters underground. It is a huge, enclosed prison made of adamantium. It has an independent energy system and defense system, and the void shield generator it carries can remain safe under orbital bombardment.

Roche and the Mechanicus had worked together to build this luxurious prison, and now it finally had prisoners worthy of this level of restriction.

There were no extra personnel in the prison. Apart from a team of Ever-Victorious Army soldiers who served as guards of the Shadow Prison, there were only some mechanical servants without independent thinking busying around.

At the gate of Conrad's private prison, the melee iron man named Veronica is in dormant mode. It will monitor the Midnight Haunter as a deterrent and insurance measure.

At this moment, the Midnight Haunter is imprisoned in a prison. A stasis field generator covering the entire room keeps time still, so Conrad is still in that miserable state of blood and flesh.

Luo Xi pressed a red button inside the safe, the stagnation state temporarily stopped, and the frozen Midnight Ghost immediately woke up.

"In fact, in the static stance, although the body is in a state of time suspension, the mind is not."

Luo Xi suddenly said that when he slept on the Red Alert for 10,000 years, he vaguely remembered having one dream after another during his hibernation.

The human mind and soul cannot be completely stilled; they remain in a limited state of clarity that is difficult to describe.

"The human mind cannot be stagnant. Unfortunately, I have never been in a stagnant state, so I cannot understand what you mean." Guilliman seemed to sigh, but also seemed a little curious.

"It's not a good thing to lie in a stasis position. Put away your unnecessary curiosity." Luo Xi said hurriedly. He had a vague feeling that this guy might do something shocking.

You don't want to lie in stasis for ten thousand years, do you?

As he spoke, the flesh and blood of the Midnight Haunter inside the adamantine cage and high-strength transparent glass began to wriggle.

His pale face was completely destroyed. The more vulnerable parts such as the bridge of nose and eyes turned into a pool of blood mud. The clotted blood scabs were hideous and terrifying, like a real evil ghost.

With injuries of this level, even the most skilled biological sage or plastic surgeon can only declare that the condition is hopeless. In comparison, it is easier to just replace the head.

However, right under Luo Xi's eyes, the grown flesh and blood squirmed and reconstructed its original appearance.

The bright red flesh granulations pierced through the dark blood stains, and the bone fragments that were disintegrated by the force field decomposed by the power fist returned to their original positions under the influence of a mysterious force.

Luo Xi looked carefully and saw that the Midnight Haunter was healing itself. No, that could not be called healing, it was more like some kind of magical self-regeneration.

It was as if an invisible hand was performing an incredibly difficult reconstructive surgery on him, and he could not explain it at all.

"Even the high-intensity cell activity created by biochemical technology does not violate the laws of physics so blatantly. What on earth did the old Emperor stuff into the Primarch?"

He felt confused and puzzled. This was definitely not something that could be explained by biotechnology.

The Lord of Mankind must have stuffed something intangible into the bodies of the Primarchs.

As he spoke, he turned his gaze towards Guilliman, and immediately the Lord of Macragge felt his scalp tingle and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm different from him. Look, I was sent to the emergency room by ten Alpha Assassins. I had to lie there for a long time before I recovered."

Guilliman felt a terrifying thought flashing in Roche's eyes. His mortal advisor seemed to want to try whether he also had this abnormal healing ability.

"That's true. You are far inferior to your brother in this respect." Luo Xi put the dangerous idea back into his stomach.

Guilliman was the most human and the most human of the Primarchs he had ever met.

And the midnight ghost in front of us may really have nothing to do with humans.

More than ten minutes later, Conrad's blood-stained face returned to normal, and the new skin was as pale as before, like a dead person.

However, he looked thinner, with his cheekbones covered by skin, but the fat and muscles inside had shriveled up. Luo Xi believed that this was the price of high-intensity self-healing, as a large number of active cells were overdrawn and consumed.

"Why hasn't he woken up? According to the monitoring equipment, his vital signs have returned to normal."

Luo Xi looked at the built-in monitor on the wall, somewhat puzzled.

"Maybe it's a problem of consciousness? He is seriously injured after all." Guilliman said.

"No." Luo Xi had an idea and turned on the control console and turned on the power switch of the adamantine cage.

He increased the voltage to 10,000 volts, and the highly conductive gold instantly conducted the current to Midnight Haunter's body. The bloodstains left behind instantly emitted white smoke and crackled, and even his dirty black hair was straightened by the electricity.

The Primarch's powerful body twitched violently under the influence of the high voltage current. Luo Xi originally thought that this number was not enough, and was going to adjust it to 100,000 and try again.

After tasting the high-voltage electric shock meal, the Midnight Ghost immediately sat up as if he had resurrected from the dead.

He was like a frightened black cat with its fur standing on end, resurrected from suspended death. The Midnight Ghost stared at Roche and Guilliman outside the cage with a ferocious face.

"Why, you couldn't kill me? Why?"

Conrad suffered the devastating damage of high voltage electric current to his body. It was painful, but it was not an unacceptable punishment for the Primarch.

His pain came from within, from the lingering prophecies and illusions.

But suddenly, he felt that the pervasive whispers became much more subtle, and he even needed to listen carefully to discover their existence.

"We have placed the skeletons of the Untouchables in your cage. Thirteen of them. This prison is a psychic vacuum. Even if those demons from the Warp come here, they will immediately dissipate."

In order to limit the psychic power of the Midnight Haunter, Roche spent a lot of money. In addition to finding living Untouchables such as Dulles, the Mechanicus also collected the remains of some Soulless Ones.

Midnight Haunter chuckled strangely, but he was not angry about the restriction of his psychic powers. On his face was a lazy expression of relief.

They are all precious anti-psychic materials, but Conrad's identity as the Primarch makes him worthy of such treatment.

"Is this what you did? You went to all this trouble just to lock me up? This is meaningless. According to the prophecy, I will eventually meet my end. You are just wasting your time."

Luo Xi was surprised to find that under the suppression of the skeleton of the Untouchables, the crazy Conrad Curze seemed to behave much more normal.

The terrifying madness in his eyes began to dissipate, replaced by an irreversible deep despair.

Chapter 202: Interrogation of Ghost

Among the many Primarchs, apart from the two who have been lost and are completely unknown, only the Red King Magnus showed powerful psychic powers.

However, in reality, there are quite a few Primarchs who possess psychic powers, and Konrad Curze is one of them.

Psychic power has many forms, including telekinesis that can destroy real objects, mind control that can control human minds, prophecy that can predict the future, and even the manipulation of energy forms such as thunder and fire.

In fact, there is no distinction between high and low among these different branches of spiritual power. The only difference lies in the degree of mastery of one's own spiritual power.

Conrad's psychic power mainly manifests itself in his super-strong prophetic ability that is impossible to control, impossible to escape, and has even backfired on himself.

In order to imprison the Night Haunter, Roshi specially found the historical records and information of this Primarch.

He read them one by one and made detailed annotations and strategies in order to break through Conrad Kurtz's psychological defenses.

If you want to completely defeat an enemy, the most important thing is to thoroughly understand the enemy.

Konrad Curze was brought to the planet Nostramo in the warp storm that scattered the Primarch. It is a "night world" that is always covered by thick clouds. The crime rate on Nostramo is shockingly high, and crime and murder can be seen everywhere in the hive city without sunlight.

The extreme divide between the rich and the poor and the brutal rule of evil forces make this a terrifying world that can be called hell.

It was in such an environment that Conrad chose to stop killing with killing and violence with violence. A concept called the Midnight Haunter deterred all those who dared to commit crimes. In just one year, the crime rate in Nostramo dropped to near zero.

Conrad transformed into the Midnight Haunter, sitting high on his cold throne forged of fear, ruling over the entire dark world.

However, as time passed, the Midnight Haunter's predictive ability became stronger and stronger, even to the point of being out of control. When the warship of the Lord of Mankind broke through the dark clouds of Nostramo and sprinkled the light of the stars on the spire, Conrad had already predicted everything.

Even after being deeply mired in the prophecy and seriously injuring his brother Rogal Dorn, Conrad is no longer limited to paranoid extremes, but more like a psychopathic lunatic with good and bad moments.

After Curze joined the Great Crusade, without the suppression of the Night Haunter, the evil of Nostramo returned with a more terrifying momentum than before. Even the new recruits of the Eighth Legion were pure Nostramo evil people.

"Conrad, are you satisfied with this prison made of adamantium? After all, your home planet, Nostramo, is a famous adamantium producing area." Luo Xi said.

It is impossible to force and torture the person directly during an interrogation. One has to push the person's psychological defenses little by little.

To his surprise, the prisoner who was enduring the pain of high voltage electric current actually spoke cooperatively.

"I am the Night Haunter. The name Conrad is just a shackle placed on me by the Emperor."

Luo Xi was delighted, for he was afraid that Conrad would remain silent.

"Why, didn't you see this scene in the prophecy? You are trapped in an inescapable cage and become a prisoner." Luo Xi looked into the eyes of the Midnight Haunter, which were a pair of extremely deep black holes. "Or did you see it, but came here on purpose?"

The Lord of Ultramar was right beside him, and Guilliman said nothing, just acting as a spectator.

Konrad's eyes did not look at Guilliman for a second, as if he did not exist.

"You, a projection? The same thing as that Iron Warrior, disgusting alien technology."

"It was you who changed the prophecy I saw. At this point in time, I should have been in the inner court of Macragge, strangling the neck of the monster called Udon with my own hands."

In the quiet room, Conrad's voice was unusually clear, and Roche heard a strange hissing sound, which seemed to be the pronunciation habit of the Nostramo language.

"You won't get another chance, Conrad. You will only stay in the cage until we return to our father's throne. You need to atone for the crimes you have committed!"

Guilliman suddenly punched the reinforced glass, causing a huge vibration. The man in blue armor opened his eyes wide and looked at the prisoner in front of him with hatred.

He could not tolerate the blasphemy against Ms. Euton in Conrad's words, nor could he accept that it was indeed a very high possibility.

If he and Ryan fell into Conrad's trap, then the monster would indeed be able to break into his inner court and kill Lady Euton.

Could Faffnir's hunting pack stop the crazed Night Haunter? He didn't think so.

He was afraid, he was scared, and the Night Haunter, who was used to fear, smelled it.

"Oh, our eldest boy is angry, Roboute, your adopted mother is a monster, because of her existence, you are different from us, and we should not be different."

Luo Xi detected a strange taste in Conrad's words. It was not hatred, but more like jealousy.

A jealousy that is twisted and perverted to the extreme.

"So, you are jealous of Guilliman for having a mother? And you can only wander in the dark and humid sewers of the hive, preying on some rodents and reptiles to fill your stomach?"

Roche suddenly spoke, and his words made Conrad's face darken, and then the Nostramo began to laugh crazily.

"What are you? A lowly mortal, judging me with your shallow, short-sighted eyes?"

Roche recorded Conrad's reaction on the data pad. Prisoner No. 1 reacted violently to such topics.

"You don't even dare to come and see me in person, where have you been hiding yourself?" The Midnight Haunter yelled madly, remaining indifferent even as the voltage continued to rise.

"Who says I don't dare?"

As Sosa's Roshi body lay on the black stone platform, he tried to communicate emotionally with the Pharos Lighthouse according to the method figured out by the war blacksmith.