Chapter 133: The Head of the Fallen Angels
The Grey Knights pushed the disdainful daemon into the room where Carlos had previously been confined. Based on the descriptions in Francis's notes, they deployed the procedures as written. The daemon's expression gradually grew strange, though it did not yet take the matter seriously.
As the door closed, the equipment inside the room began to operate.
"Do you think this will work?" one of the Grey Knights muttered. "It doesn't seem too painful. I actually quite like some of the projects described here."
"We'll find out soon," Sacher replied, preparing to leave. "According to the notes, we should have results in a few days."
"Aaaaaah! Kill me!"
"Kill me!"
The daemon's roar erupted suddenly, desperate and violent. Its voice grew increasingly shrill, followed by chilling screams, as if its body were experiencing endless pain and torment.
Sacher stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing. He turned sharply to face the others.
"That's not right! The notes said it would take at least a few days. Are you certain you followed everything exactly as written?"
The Grey Knights quickly checked their notebooks and answered in unison. "Yes! We applied all the methods because this daemon is unbound. Right now, it's watching the Earthline Baby program. Simultaneously, we bound it with numerous black stone shackles. To combat indulgence, we made it sit on a wooden donkey carved from black stone. To combat corruption, we added a dozen chainsaw swords for constant laceration. To manage unpredictable behavior, we placed several forbidden texts in the corner. Besides..."
Sacher listened carefully, finding nothing wrong with the process. Then something seemed to occur to him. His eyes widened as he stared at them, and he shouted urgently.
"You're saying you applied all these tortures simultaneously?"
The Grey Knight's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. "Yes! We didn't expect it to work so effectively!"
Confusion flashed across Sacher's face, then he quickly ran back and pushed open the door.
The hiss of machinery echoed through the chamber.
"Ugh... kill me..."
"Kill..."
What came into view was the daemon, tortured beyond recognition. Its once blazing, chaotic aura had dimmed to lifelessness. The daemon that had been incredibly arrogant now swayed numbly with the wooden donkey's rhythm.
As heavy footsteps approached, the Grey Knights slowly walked back to the chamber entrance.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, the daemon's weak breath turned to terrified sobs. It desperately raised its head and roared in a broken voice.
"I'll...talk!....I'll tell you everything!"
"I'll tell you... anything if you just kill me!" The voice was filled with misery and despair.
Seizing the moment, Sacher stepped closer, his voice sharp and commanding. "Why were you summoned out? What are your plans? Where have the rebels gone? What is your true designation?"
Upon hearing these questions, the daemon seemed to grasp at a lifeline. It roared desperately, its voice trembling with uncontrollable fear.
"Caliban! We've corrupted Caliban. We must expand the Eye of Terror's influence into realspace. There's a warrior with a braid in your rebel army; he signed blood oaths with us. He entered a labyrinth searching for a blade. He is very powerful."
"My true designation...? I don't remember. I really don't remember!" The daemon shook its head wildly, its eyes filled with madness.
"What blade? What are its properties?" Sacher grasped the key point immediately. Even after fleeing to the Eye of Terror, the rebels had not ceased their schemes. "Where are the rebels now?"
Just as the daemon began to speak, its memory suddenly blanked.
"I don't remember! I don't remember! My memory is gone!"
Upon hearing this, Sacher frowned deeply. He exchanged a glance with the other Grey Knights before leading them outside and reopening the chamber door.
As the Earthline Baby program continued on the display, the daemon began frantically banging its head against the metal walls, unable to strike a solid surface. The wooden donkey continued its acceleration. The chainsaws roared constantly. Whispers of 2k era's forbidden knowledge echoed from the corner where forbidden texts rested. The machine forced its eyes open, making it watch the scenes unfold before it.
No matter how the daemon struggled, the black stone shackles held it firmly. The daemon roared incessantly, tearing at its own body, but the bindings only tightened. It could only watch its form shrivel as it struggled.
"Aaaaaah! I can't take it!"
"It's true! It's true! I swear everything I said is true. Please, let me out!"
"Aaaaaah!"
Its voice grew softer until it finally became a faint sob.
Sacher checked the chronometer. Only one Terra hour had passed, and the daemon was already broken. He turned to the other Grey Knights, his expression grave.
"The Primarch has traveled far on the path of daemon interrogation," he said slowly. "It's difficult to imagine what price Lord Francis paid to reach this level of mastery. He has truly sacrificed much for the Emperor."
"I actually thought he was a heretic," another Grey Knight muttered. "Damn it."
Sacher could not help but shake his head. Self-recrimination would have to wait. He had to report this intelligence to the Primarchs immediately.
Lion El'Jonson stood in the warship's communications chamber, surrounded by silence broken only by the faint hum of equipment. His hand steadily pressed down on a tactical display, and a deep, urgent voice came through the communicator.
"This is the Inquisition. We have just received intelligence that Caliban has been corrupted by Chaos. Please authorize the extermination order!"
These words struck Lion like a cold blade piercing his chest. His gaze froze instantly, and his hand trembled slightly. The star map on the screen displayed Caliban's location, the planet he once called home, now shrouded in a warp storm. Chaotic vortices of energy twisted like serpents, devouring all light and hope.
"If it's inconvenient for you, we can authorize the order ourselves..." The Inquisitor's voice continued.
The words struck Lion's soul like a hammer blow.
He slowly raised his head, staring at the planet shrouded in darkness on the screen. Indescribable sorrow and anger rose in his heart.
"Luther... what are you doing? Why haven't you told me what's happening?" Lion muttered to himself, his voice low and deep, almost a roar.
A terrible thought flashed through his mind, to strangle the Inquisitor who delivered this news, to prevent anyone else from learning of it.
"Be silent!" Lion growled, cutting off the communicator before the voice could continue. He slammed his hand onto the tactical display with force that echoed through the chamber.
"Chaos... Annihilation Order..." he repeated in a low voice, each word filled with hatred and sorrow. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself, but nameless anger still burned in his chest.
Just then, a deep yet mysterious humming sound interrupted his thoughts.
He turned sharply. His gaze fell on the black stone chest Francis had given him in the corner. The heavy chest began to open of its own accord, its edges gleaming with dark golden light.
The lid slowly rose. Fragments of black stone shimmered in the air like starlight. Then, piece after piece flew out of the box and rapidly assembled in mid-air.
A complete set of blackstone armor slowly took shape before Lion.
Lion watched quietly, his brows slightly furrowed.
Francis's voice came from the box. "Be careful of Chaos. Make sure you wear this; your father still needs you."
A soft spot in Lion's heart was touched. This feeling... that he was being cared for?
But he was sharp-tongued. "Hmph! My foolish brother, who can defeat me? At least on Caliban, I am invincible!"
Despite his words, he obediently donned the blackstone armor. He looked at himself in the mirror and reluctantly offered his assessment. "Not bad."
However, the smile that had just appeared on his lips disappeared again. His jaw tightened.
He directly ordered the Dark Angels to rush into the warp storm and reach Caliban.
Luther stood alone in the deep cave beneath Caliban, holding an ancient lantern that cast faint light across the surrounding stone walls, distorting shadows with each flicker.
Deep within the cave, a strange stone monument stood in silence, its surface covered in intricate patterns, an ouroboros, a serpent eternally consuming its own tail.
Luther's gaze fixed on the ouroboros pattern. His eyes were filled with complex emotions. He felt drawn by a powerful attraction, as if the monument were calling to him.
He reached out and slowly stroked the stone's surface. The touch was cold and slippery, both strange and familiar to him.
"It has existed with your land for millennia, or perhaps longer," a deep voice came from behind him.
Luther turned slowly. Mortarion and Lorgar emerged from the shadows, their faces bearing meaningful smiles. Mortarion held his plague staff. Lorgar wore a black priest's robe. Their figures blended into the darkness, embodiments of corruption.
"This is the gift of Chaos," Lorgar stepped forward, his voice carrying subtle seduction. "The source of power. True power."
Luther frowned, seemingly struggling. But the unease and doubt in his heart were gradually replaced by longing.
"If this is the source of power, why haven't we felt its protection? Why has Caliban fallen into such chaos?" he turned around and stared at the ouroboros, his hand falling to his side.
"Because you have never understood its essence," Mortarion said slowly, a hint of impatience in his voice.
Luther lowered his head in thought. His mind flashed back to the mutated beasts in Caliban's forests, those terrifying scenes gradually merging with whispers emanating from the ouroboros.
"Yes! Don't resist it!" Lorgar spoke with a light laugh. "It will make you stronger. It will allow you to reclaim your ease. God is always watching over you. You are the chosen one of Chaos, and it will give Caliban a true home. There is no death, no hunger, no tithe."
The whispers of Chaos prompted Luther to reach out and touch the ouroboros monument again. Suddenly, a surge of cold energy flowed into his body, and Luther's breath caught.
Lorgar and Mortarion exchanged a glance. Satisfied smiles appeared on their faces. They turned and then disappeared into the shadows.
[End of Chapter]
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