The darkness is cold.

The light is scorching.

Adaric Vannas has faced many unimaginable extreme or twisted conditions alone during his wandering years since he was declared an excommunicated traitor and left the Raven Tower.

But this does not include the current one.

Because there is no place where such an environment can be created.

Light, light everywhere.

A relentless light filled him, his powerful biochemical organs being burned alive, every nerve embedded in a single sense of pain.

It felt so thorough and certain, as if he were now a Grockmon that had been slaughtered, entrailed one by one, and placed on the chopping board of a butcher's shop illuminated by the stellar light of summer midday.

His black power armor had been stripped of after they had captured him, along with his hair, his coiled bun had been rudely ripped open, and now a few strands of long black hair were hanging down the sides of his face, and the pale characteristic complexion of the son of Clarkes was almost transparent to the point of melting into the light.

It is completely useless to close your eyes.

Because this "light" that wants to destroy him does not pass through the five senses, but acts directly on his perceptual nerves in an outrageous way.

Adarik couldn't think of anyone who could make something so vicious and so ingenious, maybe someone in the Comoros could do it?

But isn't he now ......in a ship that doesn't matter—the lackeys of the carrion, or the champion of the Most High—ship? Is it a ship? What is it?

That's too much.

No way......

The last of his sanity began to fall in a blur, like a gray piece of paper licked by flames.

Every breath of air he breathed was like a flame, his heart and lungs worked hard and painfully, the desire to survive kept them from shutting down, and every minute and second of life was a torment of flesh and bones.

Never in his life since he became a transcendent warrior had Vannus wanted to scream so instinctively.

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"Unusual, huh? It's unusual, this guy is clearly the servant of the youngest goddess," Peturabo glanced at the analysis of the EEG and other things that were going in a thrilling way, and Ramizane noticed that he had inadvertently used an Eldar word when he spoke of the Dark Prince, "but he seems to have only a normal reaction to this torture device, and he doesn't feel any extra pleasure, it's worth studying, Ramitain, and let Ahalim add another ten percent intensity." ”

"I think this poor hapless ghost is really going to tear his throat out this time." Lamizan shook his head and beckoned to Ahalim, who was beside him.

The latter walked over, the golden ribbon and silver-gray skull insignia on his gun's silver power armor, and now Ahlin's Iron Rider Terminator had been transformed into a style with more ranged attack weapons, somewhat tyrant-like, though the Iron Lord's son and new herald still had his power hammer on their belts.

"My lord, your command."

"The excitation intensity is increased by another 10 percent."

The black-haired Iron Son didn't hesitate to carry out the order, but he also looked like he was about to cry. This detail made Lami Zane look at Ahalim more.

"I said, Peturabo, don't you think it'......"

"I don't think," Bian Mu cut off his words pleasantly, and carefully observed the captives who were convulsing madly from the extreme excessive pain in the shadowless cell.

"Well, well, besides, that wasn't the last time you caught that Scarlet Giant's spawn who also snuck in."

"Because the guy was caught not long after he ran in, and he did immediately put his heart and soul into me...... We surrendered, and we were willing to be put on a psionic collar. ”

"So this one?"

The dog sat in Dreadnought grinding his teeth, "This one has been on the Iron Blood for so long and hasn't come out to kneel at my feet, and even tried to infiltrate the armory while we are in action, I can take this as a serious provocation to myself." ”

“…… Well, no one wants to kneel for a backpack or the fearlessness of other legions, to be reasonable, you have to have a human appearance to kneel for others......"

"Shut up!"

Bian Muyuan angrily slapped his paw against the console, "This guy dares to faint right now!" What about Hungso! Call him here! Wake him up! Keep him awake! ”

“…… He'll be an idiot two more times, ......" Ramizane raised his hand under the gaze of his heirs, subconsciously touched the helmet of Daught's head, and reluctantly conveyed a new order.

Darker, pale, pursed his mouth into a straight line, silently but efficiently informing the pharmacist to come immediately.

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"This command of my lord came at a good time, and my work was interrupted." Hong Suo removed the medical goggles and grunted dissatisfiedly.

Now he looked a little different from when he was on board, and the rebelliousness, suspicion of everything, and the readiness to strike a fatal blow had faded—or perhaps now well concealed on the surface.

In the words of his former captain, Dassadera, "I see that you and your apprentices now only need a bucket of yellow paint to sneak into the Mountain Formation and shoot the black guns", oh, and don't think he doesn't know, it's the old thing who took the lead outside the cafeteria and the elevator with the black guns that hit him twice.

But they were all killed by him. Scold.

Snort, clumsy excuses, Dassadera, Medlengaard, and still so, you still haven't been that ruthless.

In Hong Suo's opinion, this group of old guys who have guarded their father for 10,000 years are somewhat too weak, but for the sake of them who have been conscientiously guarding their father, he will be merciful and give a little more anesthetic next time he is first aided.

In addition, Tess Dasada, you have been getting more and more old and confused recently, the potion master shook his head, who can sneak into the Imperial Fist Monastery who will choose to fight the black gun, of course, first touch some relic equipment and high-quality fresh seeds, then empty the gene seed bank, and finally pile hot melt bombs on their core contemplative and engine rooms before starting the Thunderhawk......

"Do I need to come with you, then? Master Hun Suo? Parogov finished his pipetting work steadily, and then put down the dropper and turned around, not forgetting to open the prep cooler.

The Apothecary Apprentice had just recently been allowed to paint his Power Armor white because of his excellent and stable performance, and the cold light of the large cultivation tank shrouded him, making his side look like an ancient statue carved in ice, "My work here can be done later." ”

"Well, it's time for you to learn some of the other skills that a pharmacist should be proficient in." The Apothecary Master stood up and glanced at the gleaming panels of all the instruments, "Go grab my toolbox on the A3 shelf." ”

Parogov's handsome and angular face finally showed a little expectation, "I'll go get the toolbox right away, Master Honso." ”

"Very well, little Niraidoa."

The pharmacists went to work as soon as they appeared in the interrogation room.

Parogov felt like an eye-opener.

"This ...... Can he handle it? Master Hun Suo? ”

"No problem. Optimistic about this neural link......"

"It's horrible, it's a bit ......"

"Something? It's cough...... Imperial Technologies. ”

"Imperial technology? Admittedly, this was somewhat unexpected. ”

"Yes, in fact, my lovely little apprentice, this is a common type of confession and ...... in the Imperial Fists Warband. Meditation measures. ”

Parogov looked genuinely surprised this time.

He shook his head slowly, a sudden heaviness that made him sigh softly.

"If there is nothing more painful than this, who will use it to calm the spirits?"

Hun Suo's fingers pushed the wake button.

The screams of the Raven Guard echoed through the room.