"Inquisitor"

Just as the Aeldari Farseer felt the excruciating pain in his soul subside slightly, he felt his neck being tightly gripped and his right arm being severed from his body.

The excruciating pain made his raised left arm tremble slightly. Before he could launch an attack, the "Interrogator's " eyes flashed. The Xenos, struck by the "Psychic Piercing" attack, felt as if its brain was about to explode, and blood gushed from its mouth and nose.

The Arbites Lord landed on the ground carrying the unconscious Aeldari Farseer, and the Aeldari rushed in from all directions.

Every second, Windrider riders were falling off their motorcycles, but the Aeldari did not flinch; they had to rescue the captured Soothsayer from the Monkey immediately.

The two fastest Aeldari formed an encirclement and pounced on Howard.

Concerned that the Soothsayer was in enemy hands, they did not use the Shuriken Catapult, but instead picked up Power Lance from the motorcycle weapon rack.

The Windrider riders swiftly spun their Jetbike when they were only meters away from Howard.

The airflow traced a graceful arc as two Aeldari Warrior simultaneously raised their Power Lance and thrust them at Howard.

The "Sheriff" took a step forward, passing through the Aeldari's swift attack.

The two Aeldari warriors were taken aback; the black-armored Monkey possessed such terrifying speed. They immediately turned their Jetbike around.

The Sheriff wielded his Power Sword, executing the 16th move of the "Osberh-Waya" technique, delivering six stabs in an instant.

The two Aeldari warriors were caught off guard and torn into pieces by the blue energy field, sliding off the Jetbike as it sped away.

Moments later, apart from the six Windrider riders who were captured alive, all the other Khaine -Hanling Aeldari who had invaded the "Sheriff's " Jurisdiction were killed.

Howard carried the unconscious Aeldari Farseer to the interrogation room, where the Tech Sergeant immediately used specially made, Bramble -like shackles to pierce the Xenos 'Aeldari Farseer left arm and legs.

The unconscious Aeldari Farseer trembled instinctively from the pain as countless spikes pierced his body.

Then, an Honor Guard member roughly ripped off his faceplate, still enraged by the death of his comrade in battle.

The Aeldari Farseer's head slammed heavily against the chair, revealing his pale face, and drops of blood dripped onto the ground.

After being injected with an interrogation drug developed through experiments on prisoners of the Eldar, the Aeldari Farseer gradually regained consciousness.

The Aeldari's keen senses allowed him to still feel the excruciating pain in his soul, and he also discovered that his Psionic Energy were being suppressed.

Chains piercing his bones, made of Psionic Energy material, isolated him from the Warp.

While he was still somewhat dazed, he heard the broken and unpleasant language of the Aeldari.

"Khaine -Han... the Soothsayer."

Howard spoke in the Aeldari language, which he had only recently begun to learn, to draw the Aeldari Farseer's attention to him, before switching back to High Gothic.

I believe you can speak Gothic.

The "Interrogator" saw the Aeldari looking at him with disdain, their necks held high, and a smile crept onto his lips.

"Very good, I like your rebellious side."

The "Interrogator" spoke, his eyes flashing with lightning-like intensity.

The next instant, the Aeldari Farseer felt as if electric currents were coursing through his soul, forming barbed whips that relentlessly lashed at it.

The excruciating pain in his soul caused him to furrow his brow. Just as he was being Affliction by the "Whip of Agony," the High Gothic rang in his ears once more.

Do you speak High Gothic?

The Aeldari Farseer did not want to answer the Monkey's question, but he felt an unimaginable pressure. He felt as if electric currents were coursing through his mind, forming barbed whips that constantly lashed his soul.

He felt a tingling pain, as if it originated from deep within his brain, an unbearable sensation that left him trembling and his knees buckling.

This pain was even more Affliction for the Aeldari Farseer than being pierced by countless spikes or tormented by Psionic Energy materials.

That was a piercing, soul-crushing pain!

The Aeldari Farseer finally spoke, unwillingly, "The Monkey's language poses no challenge to me." He only wanted to use the opportunity of mocking the black-armored Monkey in front of him to alleviate his Affliction.

If the other party grants him relief out of anger, that would be ideal.

"Your language, like your incompletely evolved body, is monotonous and dull."

The Interrogator immediately felt something melting inside his body, even more so than when he interrogated Aeldari prisoners before. He continued to ask questions.

"Your name?"

The Aeldari Farseer felt the electric whip within his mind rising high, the extreme Affliction warning him to answer the question, but he stubbornly remained silent.

The "Interrogator" immediately channeled his Spirituality, and the "Whip of Agony" lashed fiercely at the Xenos's soul.

"Your name?"

"Shokross."

The Aeldari Farseer uttered a part of his name in exchange for temporary relief from the pain.

Howard seemed to have digested the information again. A mocking smile appeared on his lips as he said sarcastically.

"I thought the proud Aeldari was so strong, but I think you're not much stronger than Monkey."

Don't be so smug.

The Aeldari Farseer said with difficulty, "You won't get any useful information."

"Can't get it?"

Howard smiled and lashed Shokross's soul with a "Whip of Agony".

Tell me, what did you predict?

What prophecy led you to this star system?

As Shokross writhed in agony, a sudden realization struck him: his kin had succumbed to torture and revealed to the Monkey what they knew.

The Aeldari Farseer was furious at the weakness of his people, but he soon came to understand the reasons for their submission.

The black-armored Monkey in front of him possessed a strange ability; it could actually Whip-Lash his soul directly—a power he had never heard of before.

"How did you do that? How can you Whip-Lash my soul?"

"Aeldari, you have no right to ask me questions."

The "Interrogator" then delivered another "Whip of Agony," forcing the Aeldari captive to recognize his identity.

"Answer my question, what is your prophecy?"

"You uncouth Monkey, you are like your Tyrant, you are the enemies of Khaine -Han, you must die."

The "Interrogator" seemed to have digested the information, and he immediately realized that the answer to his question lay within it.

[The Aeldari Farseer foretold that Khaine -Han's Craftworld, along with the Legion and the Primarch, would be enemies.]

"Tell me, where is the Vigilant Star?"

The Aeldari Farseer remained silent, his heart filled with Shock and terror.

He knew that humans had named that planet Vigilant Star, and that it was crucial to Khaine -Han.

[The Monkey actually knew that world existed; the prophecy was indeed correct. Nimrod and his offspring are enemies of Khaine -Han; we must not let them find that world.]

"No," the Interrogator smirked, "We have plenty of time to play around."

"Trust me, you will tell me everything I want to know."

"Dream on," Shokross said mockingly, "Nimrod and you will all be destroyed, killed..."

The scourge of their souls brought the Aeldari Farseer's words to an abrupt halt.

He saw the rage flashing in Howard's dark eyes. "Xenos, you are a prisoner. You have no right to call the Primarch by name."

While the "Interrogator" was questioning the Aeldari Farseer, Nimrod was in the first-floor hall of Terra, listening to Arsena's report.

"My lord, I found rubbings of ancient Achaemenid Dynasty murals in the Cranium Library, and I gained Revelation from them."

"Besides that, I also learned from..."

Nimrod nodded in satisfaction after listening to the "Reader's " briefing.

"Well done, keep it up."

"My lord, there is one more matter that requires your decision."

"Today, many families have approached me, all hoping to gain your support."

Nimrod the back of the chair with his fingers. These nobles were unaware of the Old Man in Yellow's thoughts; Primarch and Astartes were tools of war.

No Primarch or Astartes will enter the future Council of Terra, including the Warmaster of memory and Guilliman, who has demonstrated outstanding governance and political abilities, and naturally, him as well.

[Well, it wouldn't hurt to meet them. I also need Terra's eyes and ears and its spokespeople.]