Chapter 1031 Interrogation

Lin Fan was in the middle, with a statue in front of him. The Emperor still needed to sit on the throne for a while. On the left were representatives of various forces in the Human Empire, including the first commander of the Imperial Guard, Valdor, Sanguinius, and other loyal Primarchs, as well as reliable ministers who had survived several purges, and Oedmayer, who was testing the core data of the Golden Ark.

It is worth mentioning that the Primarchs who initiated the rebellion also came. And because of Lin Fan's deliberate actions, they sat quite close to the Emperor's statue. Primarchs like Magnus and Lorgar, who had been broken by Lin Fan's words, looked ashamed and did not dare to look up and look at the face of the statue. Primarchs like Angron, who looked down on everything and only wanted to die, put on an indifferent look. He was completely indifferent to the Empire or anything else.

Curze was very resistant to this meeting. He was caught by Lin Fan himself and tied up, sitting on a chair like a caterpillar.

Mortarion was even more restless. He was awake on a chair in the conference room. He looked at his brothers and the aliens around him. Superman's brain crashed for a long time and he couldn't understand why things turned out like this.

There are also special ones among the loyal Primarchs, such as Lion. He received the same treatment as Curze, tied up and bound, and could only sweep across the throat of the rebellious Primarch with a sharp and murderous look. But it must be said that Lion's sense of oppression was indeed amazing. Just using his eyes made the temperature in the conference room drop a lot.

Perturabo installed his electric pot cover-like equipment on the power armor at this time, and cast a show-off look at other brothers from time to time.

Dorn was full of emotion. After experiencing so many bloody storms, their brothers gathered together again.

Chagatai's eyes flickered on Sanguinius and Celestine, as if he was guessing whether Celestine and Sanguinius were related by blood.

Sanguinius and Finus, two Primarchs with only souls but no entities, sat together. Facing Fulgrim's extremely complicated eyes, Ferrus chose to ignore it. Sanguinius beside him had his eyes slightly closed, with a faint smile on his face that was difficult to analyze.

Corax, whose body had shrunk significantly, sat near the door, looking out from time to time, expecting a figure to appear.

"The Primarch of the Ultramarines, Lord Guilliman has arrived!"

In Corax's eyes of great longing, Guilliman, wearing blue armor, was brought here by the God of Laughter, Cillego. It can be seen that Guilliman was a little confused and had no idea why he came here from the post-war preparation meeting.

At the same time, Guilliman's sudden disappearance caused tension among the Ultramarines' top brass. After being shocked, the captains were heartbroken and blamed themselves for not being able to protect the Primarch. Calgar found a funny business card on the stool where Guilliman had just sat. It had Cillego's face and a difficult riddle on it, which roughly meant borrowing Guilliman for a period of time and then returning him.

Macragge was already in a mess. Silogo didn't care about this problem. He just picked an empty seat and sat down, with his feet casually on the table.

Lin Fan was very puzzled about the ability of the God of Laughter. This guy always gave Lin Fan a feeling of omnipotence. But if you really take him seriously, you will find that all his abilities are based on sleight of hand and deception, which can be broken with a single poke. As a master of drama and magic, the God of Laughter will never explain the details of his techniques to others.

Even more confused was Guilliman. As soon as he came out, he attracted the attention of the whole audience. If he was just being watched by the brothers of the Primarch, it would be fine. What's more important is that there was a large group of aliens sitting on Lin Fan's right.

The closest to Lin Fan was Isha, followed by the Three Holy Councils headed by the Silent King, Inamas and other Necrontyr nobles. Next were the Eldar such as Iverene.

"Find a place to sit down, Guilliman."

Guilliman walked along the sound of Lin Fan's voice, and sat next to Corax without much thought. The two brothers looked at each other and communicated a lot in an instant. Then Guilliman looked at Sanguinius. Like most of the Primarchs, he was relieved and surprised that Sanguinius survived. Then he looked at Lion and couldn't help but feel very distressed for him.

Seeing that the personnel were basically complete, Lin Fan turned his eyes directly to the center of the conference hall. There were the captured and imprisoned Fateweaver Carlos, the leader of the Dark Mechanicus, Kalbohar, and some fragments of the Mechanical Overlord Void Dragon.

Carlos was frightened by the many looks. He was a big devil, but the guys in the seats around him were all heavyweights.

Kalbohar's mechanical face had no expression, but the faint light of his electronic eyes showed his despair and ruin. The Void Dragon of the God of All Machines, whom he wanted to assist, was severely humiliated by the whip of the Dark Emperor, and his faith and persistence were also shattered.

As soon as the Silent King arrived in the solar system, he immediately sealed the Void Dragon in the hypercube maze. The fragments placed here are nothing but the eyes of the Void Dragon looking out from the tiny window of the prison.

Lin Fan swept his eyes over the three prisoners one by one, and then shouted at Carlos, "Carlos! What on earth is Tzeentch going to do!"

Carlos was startled, he trembled as he looked at Lin Fan's angry face, and finally he stiffened his neck and kept silent.

Unexpectedly, Carlos was quite stubborn, Lin Fan grinned twice, and then threatened, "If you don't say it, the person next to me will have a private talk with you."

Carlos turned his head and saw Isa licking her lips with her tongue, holding a purple-red thorn with her little hand, and her eyes reflected the terrible future of Carlos being plucked out of all his hair.

His body trembled violently, and his feathers stood up. Carlos sent a distress signal to Tzeentch, but received no response. His heart was getting heavier and heavier, and Isa's hand was getting closer and closer to him.

"Speak, speak out and give you a quick death."

Carlos closed his eyes in despair and shouted, "You are useless, my great master will..."

Isa knew that Lin Fan was too lazy to listen to these nonsense and stuffed the mouths of Carlos' two heads together, and then dragged him to a small dark room on the side. The guards at the door opened the door for Isa stiffly and closed it silently. As for what would happen inside, they were not curious, but they were angry that the palace would be defiled by blasphemy, but this was an act tacitly approved by the emperor, and this contradictory emotion could only be hidden in their hearts.

"Kalbohar, do you have anything to say?"

Kalbohar looked up at Lin Fan and said nothing. Lin Fan was not angry either, and directly handed Kalbohar over to Taraxin for handling. After all, Kalbohar was just a human who had undergone many mechanical transformations, and all his data could be easily read by the Necrontyr.