Now You Understand
Cypher stared at the crackling stun gun, his pupils constricting sharply. He shook his head frantically, his eyes filled with horror.
He knew all too well how formidable the Ultramarines ' physical abilities were now; their basic combat strength was already comparable to that of the Terra Adeptus Custodes.
The power of the accompanying torture device has also increased several times. If this electric baton were to hit him, it would probably burn his proudly perfect reflexes to a crisp and render them useless!
He made desperate hoarse sounds from his throat, and corrosive saliva continued to be secreted, frantically corroding the strip of cloth in his mouth.
But the strip of cloth, made of some unknown material, remained completely still!
"I see, the Fallen."
Cato Sicarius stroked the stun baton in his hand, a cold, sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth:
"I've long heard that the Fallen are very stubborn and will never utter a single word unless they suffer excruciating pain and torment."
"The Dark Angels have their own penance priests to carry out executions, but we Ultramarines don't have time for that kind of formality."
He turned to Kaido, tossed him another stun gun wrapped with barbs, and said ruthlessly, "Then we'll just have to work harder and try a few more torture devices. We'll eventually be able to pry his mouth open and find out his purpose for hiding on the ship."
Kaido steadily caught the electric whip, his rough knuckles rubbing against the cold, sharp barbs, and he chuckled softly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"What's a little fatigue compared to the Primarch's safety? It will definitely have an effect."
The two walked slowly toward Cypher side by side, their tall and imposing figures growing larger in Cypher's eyes.
Like two mountains about to collapse, they bring a suffocating sense of oppression.
Cypher writhed wildly, his eyes filled with extreme anxiety, his heart screaming:
Give me a chance to speak! My mouth is gagged and my body is bound tightly; I can't utter a single word!
But his struggles were futile in the face of absolute restraint.
The next second, Cato Sicarius turned the stun gun to maximum power and slammed it into Cypher's body!
A violent electric current surged through his body instantly, causing Cypher's body to convulse uncontrollably. His skin instantly turned charred black, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh.
Kaido then picked up a bucket and kept pouring cold water on Cypher.
To prevent him from being directly burned by the high-intensity electric current, thus eliminating the possibility of further interrogation.
The crackling of electric shocks, Cypher's muffled whimpers, and the sound of cold water being poured mingled together.
A strange, unsettling aroma, a mixture of burnt and numbing spiciness, wafted through the entire barracks.
This torture lasted for a long time, with high-intensity electric shocks repeatedly tearing at the nerves.
Cypher's body was charred black and convulsing. He eventually lost consciousness completely and lay motionless on the metal torture chair.
Cato Sicarius the crackling stun gun, his brow furrowing slightly. Malum Caedo also put down the bucket. The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the other's concerns.
If we actually kill this mysterious Dark Angels, we won't be able to explain it to the Primarch.
"Spare his life for now, give him some breathing room, and interrogate him after he wakes up."
"Cato Sicarius deep voice," and the two of them did not linger any longer, turning around and leaving the barracks one after the other.
The heavy hatch slowly closed, leaving the space entirely to the unconscious Cypher.
The barracks had just returned to silence when Cypher, who had been lifeless, suddenly opened his eyes. There was no trace of Chaos in his eyes, only extreme calmness.
He suddenly slumped his shoulders and lowered his waist, focusing his energy in his dantian. The force gathered in his chest, along with the saliva that had been accumulating in his mouth for a long time, was forcefully expelled!
"Puff--"
The thick strips of cloth were flung out with a sound and landed on the ground with a soft thud.
The reason I endured the electric shock without fainting was to use the intense pain to stimulate my glands to secrete enough fluid to create propulsion and break free from this restraint.
Now that no one is watching, this Dark Angels, who has been famous Imperium for ten thousand years, is finally able to reveal his ultimate escape technique.
Cypher himself is also a high-level Psyker. As long as he is in an unmonitored environment, he can use his Psionic Energy to tear through reality and open a rift that leads directly to the Warp.
This is the source of his confidence that even though he is trapped in the prison of the Terra Adeptus Custodes, he can be sure that he can escape. As long as no one is watching him, he can escape at any time.
He took a deep breath, his Psionic Energy Psionic Energy surging around him, a faint purple glow swirling around his fingertips. Drawing upon his past successes, he channeled his power, preparing to tear through space.
The anticipated Warp Rift did not appear; only the Psionic Energy within his body was rapidly depleted, as if a stone had sunk into the sea, while the surrounding air remained calm and still.
"???"
For the first time, surprise flashed in Cypher's eyes. What was going on? He Psionic Energy, so why couldn't he open the Psionic Energy portal? Why couldn't he enter the Warp?
He refused to believe it, gritted his teeth, and unleashed his Psionic Energy without reservation.
A vast amount of Warp energy surged through his Psionic Energy veins, a pale purple aura almost enveloping his entire body, and his eyes were filled with unwavering certainty.
Such a level of Warp power could blast through even a warship's deck, and tearing apart a layer of the barrier of reality would be no difficult task!
Time slipped away silently, one second, two seconds, three seconds...
Nothing had happened yet; the air was still the same ordinary air.
There was no blue-glowing spatial rift as expected, nor the bizarre, distorted, Chaos scene of the Warp beyond the rift.
This material space was terrifyingly stable, like an impregnable fortress.
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down Cypher's charred forehead, dripping onto the torture chair and spreading into a small wet patch.
His heart sank, and he began to think rapidly about the crux of the problem.
It's important to know that the Macragge's Key, where they are currently, is traveling through the Warp, speeding towards Terra at full speed.
This place should be the most abundant in Psionic Energy energy; his Psionic Energy couldn't possibly be useless!
If the rules of the Warp haven't changed drastically, then the problem can only lie with the Macragge's Honour itself, or with someone on that warship!
Cypher had lived for tens of thousands of years and had never heard of any warship in the Imperium capable of completely suppressing the use of Psionic Energy!
Even Psionic Energy shackles specifically designed for Psyker are like waste paper to Psionic Energy powerhouse of his level, completely ineffective.
Therefore, only one most terrifying, and most likely, answer remains.
The Ultramarines leader, the Primarch who could tear apart Warp Greater Daemon with his bare hands, Robert Guilliman, was on this warship the entire time; he was the one suppressing himself!
"It seems you've figured out all the key points."
A calm, even voice suddenly broke the silence from the barracks entrance.
Cypher looked up sharply and saw the heavy hatch slowly slide open, and Robert Guilliman walked in.
He wore a crimson cloak woven from the bones of a Warp Greater Daemon, with a faint golden light swirling around its edges.
His steps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to tread on the very tip of one's heart.
Those signature azure eyes gazed calmly at Cypher, as deep as the starry sea, as if they could see right through him, revealing all his thoughts and secrets.
"Don't even think about using Warp powers to escape around me."
Guilliman stood a few steps away from the execution chair and explained calmly, "Under the influence of my domain, no Psionic Energy power is allowed to take effect inside the entire Macragge's Honour."
The Macragge's Honour is comparable in size to a province on Terra.
After merging with the Immortality Power, his physical existence had already reached an unprecedented level. Now, wherever Guilliman is, there is an unbreakable, independent Material Universe."
His gaze fell on Cypher, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "You're someone I'm focusing on, so naturally I'll specifically suppress your Psionic Energy and cut off your escape route."
Cypher took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and his face regained its usual calm.
As if the predicament before him had nothing to do with him, he asked:
"Since you know me so well, and have the leisure to set up this scheme, why didn't you come and interrogate me yourself earlier?"
Upon hearing this, Guilliman suddenly shrugged, his tone surprisingly flippant, completely devoid of his usual strict and orderly Primarch demeanor:
"What else could it be? I just can't stand your arrogant attitude, it's so annoying."
"That arrogant attitude of 'it doesn't matter if the sky falls, and no one can do anything to you,' just annoys me."
He took half a step forward, a hint of mockery in his eyes:
"I am the King of Ultramar, and have you ever heard the saying 'serving a king is like serving a tiger'? Those of us in power have never been known for our tempers."
"If you can't stand it, you're welcome to come and chop me up, but if you can't chop me up—"
Guilliman grinned, slowly raising his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then you'll be waiting for my big cunt to slap you!"
Cypher's pupils contracted sharply, his calm expression shattered completely, filled with shock and bewilderment, and a tidal wave of emotions surged within him:
!?
Is this really Robert Guilliman, the Primarch the Ultramarines, known for his order and meticulousness?!
What's with this shameless, despicable behavior?!