The dull rasping sound of gears brought Faith Freddy out of his deepening torpor.
The cell door was opening, letting a beam of light into the darkness, then slowly rising and disappearing, finally becoming a thin crack in the ceiling.
A person shows a black silhouette in the light.
The outline showed that the opponent was wearing power armor, which further highlighted the broad and formidable body.
After getting a little closer, he saw a golden two-headed eagle decorating the opponent's breastplate. Faith Freddy tried to take his eyes away from that thing - it was once his belief, but now it has become His curses and punishments.
The warrior who had turned his back on the Emperor's Light tried to stand, only raising one knee before fatigue overwhelmed him.
Shaking his head, the person highlighted by the outline suddenly laughed.
"When you participated in the rebellion, did you ever think that you would be here today?"
The tone is traitorous, this is not a question, but a statement of what is seen.
"Star Claws, Red Pirates, hehehe, where is your former honor and belief?"
The visitor's voice was hissing, but it had a richness that didn't match the rough and harsh melody.
The captured soldier tried his best to open his eyes wide. The man opposite him looked like an extremely ordinary legionnaire, with a shaved head and a face as pale as a corpse. He seemed to combine "extremely ordinary" and "unique" The two characteristics are blended together.
His eyes were pure black, with an inscrutable sense of experience that can only be seen in veterans.
On the other hand, from this person, Faith Freddy also did not feel the rigidity and fanaticism of the Imperial warriors. Although he had become a rebel, he was also a warrior of the Emperor a few years ago.
The person in front of me, if I must say it, is closer in temperament to the guy who has been wandering in the Eye of Fear for a long time.
Looking at the confused look in his eyes, the interrogator grinned and seemed to take great pleasure.
"I still don't understand. What gave you the courage to break into the enemy's base camp with just a few people?"
The pale warrior sneered, but Faith Freddy could only clenched his teeth and glared at him with his eyes.
Suddenly, the light spread across the room, bathing Faith Freddy in an ugly yellow light and making his skin look sickly pale.
"Your injury looks better,"
The interrogator whispered, squatting down and grabbing Faith Freddy's chin.
When the opponent's armored fingers bit into the flesh, a painful expression twisted the red pirate's face.
"I was wondering, silly Huron dog, do you want to speak?"
The other party's warm smile and cold eyes met Faith Freddy. He had gradually become familiar with this expression, because during the two days of being captured, this smile was accompanied by the infliction of pressure on him. Physical pain, this man is a cruel torture expert, he is very confused, how can there be such a person in an orthodox battle group like the Astral Knights?
But his silence gave Talos another answer.
The son of the Eighth Legion, wearing silver-gray Astral Knight power armor, grinned and said:
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not. I hurt you because I wanted to, Huron's dog."
As he spoke, he thrust his fingers into the hastily stitched wound on the other person's shoulder and stirred hard, causing the other person to make a painful sound.
"Do you remember the question?"
the interrogator asked with a smile, increasing pressure on the wound.
"Who told you that the Voice of Canaan is here?"
Faith Freddy made no sound except for the heavy wheezing in and out of her lungs.
"What's next for Huron?"
The other party still didn't answer.
Talos smiled again, his expression showing compassion.
"Do you really want me to do it again?"
When he faced Faith Freddy again, Talos's eyes were like caverns as dark as the abyss, and the richness in his voice turned into an echo, like one voice on top of another.
"We are each our own masters."
Talos said, tilting his head.
"And one of us is destined to disappoint his chief, but it won't be me, will it? Huron's dog."
At this time, Faith Freddy instead grinned, showing teeth with red marks on the edges.
"Is there anything you find funny?"
Talos asked with curiosity.
Faith Freddy was still laughing, and to the normal eye it looked like he was crazy.
"You want to speak?"
Faith Freddy nodded slowly.
"If you confess, everything will be over."
Released from the prisoner's wound, Talos stood up and took a step back.
Faith Freddy spent some precious time marshaling his strength. He wanted his words to speak volumes, and he wanted his jailor to be unforgettable.
The next second, he stood up from the ground. Although he shook and trembled, he did not fall down after all.
Then, Faith Freddy opened his eyes wide, glared proudly, and shouted:
"Everyone will know the consequences of disobeying the tyrant's will! No grass will grow on Nathan Four!"
Then he sprayed a corrosive spittle at Talos, but the other party seemed to be prepared and blocked it with his palm.
Glancing at the corrosion marks on the palm of his hand, Talos raised his head and stared at him solemnly, and then suddenly drove the air out of Faith Freddy's lungs with a heavy punch.
"Bah! Let's do something more exciting."
After receiving a punch, Faith Freddy's eyes lit up.
"Your fists are like a bitch, don't humiliate me with your fists and legs, or just kill me directly."
"It's not that good."
Talos slapped him again with his backhand, knocking out one of his few remaining teeth, and then walked to the opponent's right side, shaking his head.
"Do you know the definition of crazy?"
Talos asked, and then answered himself.
“That’s repeating something over and over again and expecting a different result.”
"You don't want to see me crazy, I promise."
As he began to pace around the circle of light, Faith Freddy looked hesitant for a moment.
"So, we're back to the same old topic."
No matter how you look at it, the person in front of you doesn't look like any Imperial soldier Faith Freddy has ever seen.
He has the gait of a hobo and the cold, mechanical tread of a Chaos Space Marine.
And based on Faith Freddy's experience, this man's behavior and appearance are more in line with the characteristics of the Night Lords, rather than the Astral Knights of the Imperial Fists.
"You are not an Astral Knight."
Faith Freddy suddenly said:
"Son of the Eighth Legion, to whom do you serve, that Soshyan, or the Emperor?"
Faith Freddy knew that the other party would probably not answer, but hoped to dig out some hidden truths from this warrior through this kind of probing.
"Stop your cleverness, it will only make your death painful."
Talos smiled, his expression contemptuous but not frivolous.
Faith Freddy smiled too, a bloody smile.
"You cannot fool me, son of the Eighth Legion. You are a traitor to your Legion. You have betrayed the faith of your Legion."
"Ha, what about your loyalty to the Golden Throne? What do you believe in now? A traitor, without a father or a king."
Faith Freddy responded angrily:
"There are only lies under the Golden Throne! But you can't even think of slandering my beliefs!"
