Chapter 480

Soshyan certainly asked Talos what the scream was.

Until now, he still remembers the prophet's smile and answer at that time, and planted a seed of regret in his heart.

"Combined with the pure art of torture, dieterian created a scream song loud enough for the souls of several planets to hear and feel... But it's not enough. It's not uncommon to sacrifice mortals. How many army soldiers have done the same thing for thousands of years? I don't even need to guess. Raiders have used this song since a long time ago A trick to cover up their tracks, so in that case... Is there a better way to slow down the pursuers than stirring sub space to thicken the mud? Even if there is a risk of being infected by demons, its effect is enough for us to take the risk. "

"So you killed all the slaves on your ship?"

"The soul of mortals is meaningless. You won't understand. The strength and pain are at our fingertips. It's not a so-called weapon that can flatten the city, nor a warship that can break the blockade of the whole fleet. These things are meaningless in the eternal war... We can leave scars on steel, but any old pirate ship equipped with large cannons can, but we can It's the eighth Legion. We cut the body, steel and soul with our knives. We hurt the memory, we tear the soul. Our actions will be meaningful, otherwise we should be forgotten and rot in ancient myths. "

Talos took a breath and suddenly his voice softened again.

"So we sing, this music is absolutely meaningful... It is a more real weapon than laser gun or bombardment gun, but how can we best turn this silent song into a sharp blade that may make the Empire bleed?"

Soshyan did not answer, but he had guessed.

"Sing louder."

Talos's lips smiled morbidly as before.

"We just need to sing louder, so we turn the singers into screaming chorus, condense the pain and fear week after week into pure absolute pain, and then apply the torture on the torture, and constantly improve their intensity... The slaughter of thousands of people is nothing - a drop in the ocean, but the star whisperers are different! They have no choice but to listen and see , feel what is happening... When the psionic finally dies, they are like bodies inflated by the suffering caused by mass slaughter, blinded by the ghosts of the dead around them. "

Soshyan was shocked by such atrocities.

"We made them feel pain and fear night after night. They screamed that it was spiritual pain. They screamed at the moment of death and entered the psionic channel... After that, one world after another will listen. Those star whisperers on the planet or warship will amplify it with their own suffering, add poems and chorus in the song and share it with others“

After hearing this, soshyan always warned himself that he would never use such degenerate power until the last moment.

However, what he did not expect was that such a moment would come so soon——

"Sad."

One by one, Valle tortured them by various means.

Each of them looked into his eyes. Although he didn't know what they saw, he knew what would happen.

The first man howled, grabbed him with an invisible hand and beat his face with a broken wrist.

Not every astat is a psionic, but in essence, their structure and genes are contaminated with some psionic power.

Under torture, their hearts reveal fear outside the warp, and their flesh and blood are broken and uncontrollable.

Some people passed out directly, and their spirit finally fell from the body that tortured them.

Others wriggle their bodies to try to break free. They have an unprecedented vitality and struggle with painful organ failure.

Several people bloomed in front of him, and the pharmacist's white nails were drenched with rotten internal organs.

When the torture here is over, Valle will watch the machine servant carry out the remains until the last one.

He was usually not very interested in what machinery taught, but this time was an exception. He washed his body and went to ditrian's Secret cabin.

In the concept of many chaotic star warriors, people can be called people only from the most indulgent and physiological point of view.

He didn't know he had a name, and he didn't have real perception ability to express the same painful feelings over and over again.

His existence is divided into two experiences, and his strangled mind is interpreted as numbness and torture.

In the long time between each disaster, he was in a state of numbness, doing nothing, seeing nothing and knowing nothing. He only knew that there was an eternal state of weightlessness and salty chemicals in his lungs and throat.

The only thing that can be generously interpreted as thought is the faint and distant echo of anger.

What he felt was not the anger itself, but the memory of it: an angry memory that he didn't know why but once knew.

When the whip of torture comes, it will bring a storm of pain.

Anger rose again, sparking in his cerebral vessels like a broken wire.

He would feel his chin open, and his tongue less mouth would silently scream at the cold nothingness surrounding him.

After a period of time, the pain will disappear, followed by false anger.

It's happening.

The red pirate captain, once known as tedley, breathed cold liquid in the gray.

Inhaling liquid and excreting dirt, his ravaged body was finally able to rest.

Valere stood in front of the glass jar containing the tortured man. Something needed to be investigated more carefully.

Then he tapped the glass with his hand.

"Hey, Hello, my good brother."

He whispered with a smile,

The body in the pod was dragged by mechanical claws, the legs were cut off below the knees, and the hands were amputated at the wrists.

Valle watched the figure toss in the liquid and fell deeply into the pain of intoxication.

"Don't touch the glass, thank you."

Dieterian's calm voice still expressed his dissatisfaction,

Valle turned his head.

"I won't break anything."

"I didn't tell you to break anything. I told you not to touch that glass."

Valle snorted and looked back at the torture needle pulled out of the prisoner's temple.

"Is that how you make screams?"

"Yes."

Dieterian's Chrome face is hidden in his cloak. He is trying to turn off the pain engine entering the hanging water tank.

"These prisoners are of good quality. Although they are not psychics, they have been soaking in sub space for too long. They themselves have strong psychic characteristics and are a great medium."

Valle is not a technical sergeant, but he can easily guess the details.

In fact, screaming fascinated him.

He could not imagine that such an instrument could make the scanning and communication instruments of many enemy ships dull and useless, as well as star whisperers and navigators, so that they could be submerged in a long article full of painful clip code

Such a technology is very rare. It must have the right talent and the right materials, and only one of the countless methods can succeed, with countless failures.

Generating electronic interference from the pain of a person's soul, filtering organic pain through the ship's system, and using it to hurt the enemy - this is the poetry that Valle can really appreciate.

Then he knocked on the glass and gave a low roar, but it was not a smile.

"Bishop, how much of your brain is human?"

Dieterian stopped, his gnarled fingers hovering over the console keys.

"I don't have the will or motivation to discuss this problem. Why do you ask?"

Valle tilted his head toward the amniotic pool.

"Because of this, this is not a cold and logical creation. It is a work of art that understands the soul of pain and fear."

Dieterian hesitated again, wondering whether the pharmacist's words should be regarded as a compliment.

This guy is always confused.

Suddenly, the door opened and the hydraulic device made a harsh sound. Dieterian felt no need to answer, because he saw several figures reflected by the red emergency light in the distance.