[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor":3,"chapter-warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-132":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: The 11th Primarch - The Black Emperor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1511081,1962,"Chapter 132: \"The Interrogator\"","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-132",132,"\u003Cp>The Aeldar seer had just begun to recover from the searing pain in his soul when he felt a powerful hand clamp tightly around his throat, his right arm severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agony caused his left arm to tremble slightly, and before he could retaliate, the \"Interrogator's\" eyes flashed. The psychic backlash hit the xeno like a mental spear, causing his brain to feel like it was exploding, and blood sprayed from his mouth and nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arbiter Lord Howard landed with the unconscious Aeldar seer in tow, just as Aeldar forces charged in from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Windrider jetbikers fell from their mounts every second, but none of the Aeldar hesitated; they had to retrieve their captured seer from the hands of the \"mon-keigh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two fastest Aeldar formed a pincer attack as they lunged at Howard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fearing harm to the seer, they refrained from using their shuriken catapults. Instead, they grabbed Shining Spears from their mount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a few meters from Howard, they twisted their jetbikes in a graceful arc, and with practiced precision, both Aeldar lunged with their spears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Interrogator\" stepped forward, weaving through the blinding attacks with unnatural speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, the two Aeldar warriors realized this black-armored \"mon-keigh\" was terrifyingly fast. They tried to turn their jetbikes to evade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the \"Interrogator\" struck with his power sword, using the Otsberg-vaya Form No. 16, six thrusts executed in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldar had no time to react. The blue energy field ripped them to pieces, their bodies tumbling from their speeding jetbikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, all Sam-Hann Aeldar who had trespassed into the \"Interrogator's\" domain lay dead, except for six captured Windriders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard carried the unconscious seer into the interrogation room, where techmarines fastened him into restraints designed specifically for Aeldar, barbed manacles piercing through his limbs like thorns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even unconscious, the seer's body shuddered at the stabbing pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A member of Howard's Honor Guard, still furious over fallen battle-brothers, yanked off the xenos's helmet roughly. The seer's pale face slammed into the chair, blood dripping to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After injecting a serum synthesized from prior Aeldar captives, the seer slowly awoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sharp senses still registered the soul-searing pain, and he found his psychic powers completely suppressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The manacles were forged from anti-psyker materials that severed his connection to the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his dazed state, he suddenly heard mangled, crude Aeldar language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sam-Hann... Seer...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard had picked up some Aeldar tongue recently. Once he drew the xenos' attention, he switched to High Gothic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I believe you understand Gothic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Interrogator\" smiled as the seer raised his head defiantly, glaring with contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. I like that rebellious attitude.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning flickered in the Interrogator's eyes, and the next moment, the seer felt electrical lashes whip through his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if barbed whips were scourging his very spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agony caused him to frown deeply. As he writhed under the torment of the \"Whip of Agony,\" a cold voice echoed again in Gothic:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you speak High Gothic?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theseer didn't want to dignify the mon-keigh's question with an answer, but the torment was too great. Arcs of electric pain lashed his mind, his soul spasming uncontrollably. He trembled, knees going weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a deeper agony than the thorns piercing his flesh or the anti-psyker torture; this pain was spiritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the Aeldar seer reluctantly muttered, \"The mon-keigh's tongue... is no challenge to me.\" His mocking tone was a deflection, a hope to goad his captor into ending his suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your language is as crude and bland as your incomplete evolution.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the \"Interrogator\" only smiled, feeling something inside him digest this spiritual resistance more clearly than ever before. He pressed on:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seer sensed the lashes coiling again, warning him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he refused to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Interrogator\" unleashed the whip once more, tearing into the alien's soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shaokross...\" the seer gasped, spitting out part of his name for a momentary reprieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard grinned mockingly. \"I thought the proud Aeldar were stronger than this. You're no tougher than a mon-keigh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't... get cocky,\" Shaokross gasped. \"You'll get nothing useful from me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing useful?\" Howard laughed and struck with the whip again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you foresee? What prophecy brought you to this cluster?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the pain, Shaokross's heart sank. His fellow Aeldar had broken under interrogation and revealed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was furious at their weakness, but he also understood why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Aeldari had ever recorded these mon-keighs wielding such psychic torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How... how can you do that? How can you scourge my soul?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don't get to ask questions, xeno,\" the \"Interrogator\" replied coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another lash of agony tore through Shaokross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Answer me. What was your prophecy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... crude mon-keighs... like your tyrant... you're Sam-Hann's enemies. You must die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the \"Interrogator\" felt something unlock again inside him, another piece of the puzzle falling into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Their Farseer must have foresaw that Sam-Hann, their craftworld, would face my lord and all of the 11th legion.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me, where is the Vigilus System?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaokross said nothing, shocked and afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the mon-keigh called that critical planet \"Vigilus.\" It was vital to Sam-Hann.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'So the mon-keighs do know of that world. The prophecy was right. Nareth and his sons are our enemies. That world must never fall into their hands.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You won't say?\" the Interrogator sneered. \"That's fine. We have plenty of time to play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Believe me, you'll tell me everything I want to know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In your dreams,\" Shaokross growled. \"Nareth and your kind will be destroyed. Death...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crack of soul-scourging pain silenced him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard's black eyes glowed with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xeno, you're a prisoner. You don't get to speak the Primarch's name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on Terra, Nareth was in the palace's ground floor hall, listening to a report from Arsena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, I found ancient mural rubbings from the Achaemenid Empire in the Librarium. They offered valuable insight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In addition, I also....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth nodded with satisfaction after hearing the Reader's briefing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well done. Continue your work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, one more matter requires your attention.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Many noble families have approached me today; they all seek your support.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nareth tapped the back of his chair thoughtfully. These nobles didn't understand the Emperor's true vision. Primarchs and Astartes were weapons of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Primarch, neither he nor the famed Warmaster, nor even Guilliman with his political genius, would have a seat in Terra's future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Still... no harm in meeting them. I do need eyes and voices on Terra.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you enjoy the story, my p@treon is 30 chapters ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[email protected]\u002FDaoistJinzu\u003C\u002Fp>",1092,"2026-06-06T05:05:10.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","244c9bb1f87b6529f7fd728a33e71bbd0c2d0a3a78b7d81ab0dce0d6f99a35c4","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-133","warhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-chapter-131",698,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-the-11th-primarch-the-black-emperor-cover.jpg"]