Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 202: Interrogation of Ghost
Among the many Primarchs, apart from the two who have been lost and are completely unknown, only the Red King Magnus showed powerful psychic powers.

However, in reality, there are quite a few Primarchs who possess psychic powers, and Konrad Curze is one of them.

Psychic power has many forms, including telekinesis that can destroy real objects, mind control that can control human minds, prophecy that can predict the future, and even the manipulation of energy forms such as thunder and fire.

In fact, there is no distinction between high and low among these different branches of spiritual power. The only difference lies in the degree of mastery of one's own spiritual power.

Conrad's psychic power mainly manifests itself in his super-strong prophetic ability that is impossible to control, impossible to escape, and has even backfired on himself.

In order to imprison the Night Haunter, Roshi specially found the historical records and information of this Primarch.

He read them one by one and made detailed annotations and strategies in order to break through Conrad Kurtz's psychological defenses.

If you want to completely defeat an enemy, the most important thing is to thoroughly understand the enemy.

Konrad Curze was brought to the planet Nostramo in the warp storm that scattered the Primarch. It is a "night world" that is always covered by thick clouds. The crime rate on Nostramo is shockingly high, and crime and murder can be seen everywhere in the hive city without sunlight.

The extreme divide between the rich and the poor and the brutal rule of evil forces make this a terrifying world that can be called hell.

It was in such an environment that Conrad chose to stop killing with killing and violence with violence. A concept called the Midnight Haunter deterred all those who dared to commit crimes. In just one year, the crime rate in Nostramo dropped to near zero.

Conrad transformed into the Midnight Haunter, sitting high on his cold throne forged of fear, ruling over the entire dark world.

However, as time passed, the Midnight Haunter's predictive ability became stronger and stronger, even to the point of being out of control. When the warship of the Lord of Mankind broke through the dark clouds of Nostramo and sprinkled the light of the stars on the spire, Conrad had already predicted everything.

Even after being deeply mired in the prophecy and seriously injuring his brother Rogal Dorn, Conrad is no longer limited to paranoid extremes, but more like a psychopathic lunatic with good and bad moments.

After Curze joined the Great Crusade, without the suppression of the Night Haunter, the evil of Nostramo returned with a more terrifying momentum than before. Even the new recruits of the Eighth Legion were pure Nostramo evil people.

"Conrad, are you satisfied with this prison made of adamantium? After all, your home planet, Nostramo, is a famous adamantium producing area." Luo Xi said.

It is impossible to force and torture the person directly during an interrogation. One has to push the person's psychological defenses little by little.

To his surprise, the prisoner who was enduring the pain of high voltage electric current actually spoke cooperatively.

"I am the Night Haunter. The name Conrad is just a shackle placed on me by the Emperor."

Luo Xi was delighted, for he was afraid that Conrad would remain silent.

"Why, didn't you see this scene in the prophecy? You are trapped in an inescapable cage and become a prisoner." Luo Xi looked into the eyes of the Midnight Haunter, which were a pair of extremely deep black holes. "Or did you see it, but came here on purpose?"

The Lord of Ultramar was right beside him, and Guilliman said nothing, just acting as a spectator.

Konrad's eyes did not look at Guilliman for a second, as if he did not exist.

"You, a projection? The same thing as that Iron Warrior, disgusting alien technology."

"It was you who changed the prophecy I saw. At this point in time, I should have been in the inner court of Macragge, strangling the neck of the monster called Udon with my own hands."

In the quiet room, Conrad's voice was unusually clear, and Roche heard a strange hissing sound, which seemed to be the pronunciation habit of the Nostramo language.

"You won't get another chance, Conrad. You will only stay in the cage until we return to our father's throne. You need to atone for the crimes you have committed!"

Guilliman suddenly punched the reinforced glass, causing a huge vibration. The man in blue armor opened his eyes wide and looked at the prisoner in front of him with hatred.

He could not tolerate the blasphemy against Lady Euton in Conrad's words, nor could he accept that it was indeed a very high probability. If he and Ryan fell into Conrad's trap, then this monster would indeed be able to break into his inner court as if it were no one's home and kill Lady Euton.

Could Faffnir's hunting pack stop the crazed Night Haunter? He didn't think so.

He was afraid, he was scared, and the Night Haunter, who was used to fear, smelled it.

"Oh, our eldest boy is angry, Roboute, your adopted mother is a monster, because of her existence, you are different from us, and we should not be different."

Luo Xi detected a strange taste in Conrad's words. It was not hatred, but more like jealousy.

A jealousy that is twisted and perverted to the extreme.

"So, you are jealous of Guilliman for having a mother? And you can only wander in the dark and humid sewers of the hive, preying on some rodents and reptiles to fill your stomach?"

Roche suddenly spoke, and his words made Conrad's face darken, and then the Nostramo began to laugh crazily.

"What are you? A lowly mortal, judging me with your shallow, short-sighted eyes?"

Roche recorded Conrad's reaction on the data pad. Prisoner No. 1 reacted violently to such topics.

"You don't even dare to come and see me in person, where have you been hiding yourself?" The Midnight Haunter yelled madly, remaining indifferent even as the voltage continued to rise.

"Who says I don't dare?"

As Sosa's Roshi body lay on the black stone platform, he tried to communicate emotionally with the Pharos Lighthouse according to the method figured out by the war blacksmith.

When Faros's self-consciousness, or "machine soul" as humans call it, responded to his desire, Roshi, who was thousands of light years away, had already returned to the cage below Macragge.

His projection dissipated, and what appeared here now was his true self.

Their control over the alien creation, the Pharos, has reached a new level. After lighting up the warp and acting as a small astronomical torch, the Pharos' ability to teleport over long distances has also been proven to be feasible.

However, this kind of teleportation does not seem to be easy for Faros. It can only transport a few people at a time, and it is difficult to achieve large-scale collective teleportation.

"I've come to see you in my real form." Roxi waved to the Midnight Ghost, and the moment Conrad saw Roxi, the psychic power that had been suppressed by the skeletons of thirteen Untouchables burst out again.

The Nostramo's eyes flashed with blue lightning of psychic energy, huge pieces of ice appeared on the ground in the sealed cell, the temperature detected by the thermometer dropped rapidly, and even a thin layer of frost appeared on the surface of his body.

"What's going on?" Luo Xi subconsciously took a few steps back. This was impossible. Even if the Primarch was under the suppression of the thirteen skeletons of the Untouchables, he could not use psychic power anymore.

The Soulless have a natural suppressive power against psychic energy. Even demons fear dying at the hands of the Soulless, because that would make them truly die rather than returning to the warp to be reborn.

Guilliman drew out the dagger of sincerity, and something seemed to have happened to Conrad that he could not understand.

The Midnight Haunter is screaming, and his suppressed psychic prophecies are returning like a tsunami. If those were whirlpools in the sea late at night before, then now they are like boiling waves under the typhoon.

He saw more, more detailed and realistic things, and every brain cell was being stuffed with astronomical amounts of information, as if he had left this point in time and actually arrived in the future he saw.

Behind Luo Xi, he saw... the Emperor.

(End of this chapter)