In the dark steel jungle, a huge and strong body moved slowly. He tried hard to lower his body so that his feet would not cause any movement every time they left the ground or landed.
"...This is the forty-first thousand years of darkness and cruelty. The great emperor has been sitting meditating on Terra's golden throne for more than a hundred centuries. He is the Lord of humanity who ruled all living beings with the will of God, the Lord of the Galaxy who controls millions of worlds with endless army, the corrupt body that is difficult to maintain with the technical power of the Dark Age, and the Lord of the Empire who is sacrificed every day to continue his life-"
In his mouth, he whispered the words he read them a hundred times, and around him, more bodies wrapped in shadows began to move.
The terrain is complex and the facilities are numerous, so they must surround the target from multiple directions.
This will be a hunt, a silent hunt.
"...Even in this eternal dying, the emperor's vigilance remains unrelenting. The powerful fleet spans the demon-filled subspace poisonous miasma - this is the only way between distant stars. The huge army fought desperately on many worlds in the name of the emperor. The strongest of them is Astart, the Space Marine Corps, and the genetically enhanced super warrior. In this way, it is only barely to resist the many threats that have existed - aliens, heresies, and even more. They threaten every world. Stealing the property belonging to the emperor must be completely destroyed..."
Gradually, he approached the target, but this did not relax him, because he was facing the most cunning, cruel and greedy enemy.
In order to prevent his scent from drifting away, he wrapped his cloak tightly on his body again. Years of experience in moving in the shadows made disguise almost his instinct.
He is the shadow, he is the revenge, he is the death...
What he was going to hunt was the thief who boldly broke into the territory of humanity and wanted to plunder the property that should have belonged to the emperor, a robber, and a non-human predator...
Not long ago, he had failed several times, which made him unbearable. Failure was more terrible to a person like him than death, but the other party was too cunning and too fast. It could always sense their approach in advance. It could always escape from the net they set up at an incredible speed and stir up the surroundings provocatively.
Then this is the last chance. He cannot let down his bloodline, the emperor, and even more so...
Squatting on the ground and pressing against the towering metal cabinet, he quietly stretched out a mirror that was stained on the dagger. Although this was the original method, the furry alien had an almost instinctive sense of any instrument.
Through the mirror, he saw that in the light that was shining in the gap in the cabinet, the ugly and bloated shadow was clearly visible, and the cold mist was overflowing from it.
They once tried to freeze the bastard to death, but it was useless, and it was able to escape from it out of thin air.
This is a witchcraft thief, but even so, it will surely tremble under the butcher knife of the Emperor's Angel of Death.
He promised and sweared.
Then, he made a gesture, and his comrades began to deploy a device and an anti-psychic device.
At the same time, the other two thin and short bodies also approached from the left and right directions, and above the head, a blurred shadow had been deployed with the positioning equipment.
The hunter slowly touched the refrigerator almost in a crawling posture.
So--
"For the Emperor! Fight this thief to death!!!"
Rozim suddenly pulled off his cloak and stood up, took out the musket from his waist, and all the lights in the kitchen were lit up instantly.
I saw a fat cat animal in the upper floor of the messy freezer, with stripes on its back. It has a large head, a wide forehead, a thick and long tail, short and slightly pointed ears, large and round eyes, and a strange green appearance. It has a pink oval nose on its elegant and luxurious face, and three beards on each side, which makes it have a certain cunning temperament.
In its mouth, there was still a half-small ant beef roll that had not been swallowed. This was Rozim's specialty and one of the most popular dishes in the Warring States cafeteria. However, the meat rolls that were originally filled with a plate were only a little bit of residue left, and the rest were all in the thief's stomach.
"Today's night snack is a roasted thief cat!!!"
Rozim pulled the trigger directly, and the blazing flames rushed into the freezer, instantly causing the freezer to crackle, and then the entire rear part exploded in sparks.
However, a sound of disturbing the plate made Rozim turn his head.
I saw that the thief cat, who was supposed to be roasted, ran to another cabinet at some point, and stood up with his legs, with his forelimbs on his hips, and his big belly, walking through a pile of arranged porcelain plates like a proud king, and used its tail to push the porcelain plates down one by one, and smashed them to the ground and smashed them into pieces.
Obviously, it is provoking another failed hunter.
"Hmph! I've known for a long time that you can phantom clones! Go!"
As the air suddenly tightened, the fat cat suddenly felt uneasy and turned back to his limbs and began to run.
“Wow!!”
Dogo suddenly jumped up from the side, and the plasma battle axe in his hand slashed on the cabinet with a thrust, overturning and smashing hundreds of porcelain plates in sparks and lightning, but he didn't even touch a single hair of the cat.
"Battle you to death!!"
Isven also kept firing with the laser gun in his hand, but it had no effect except hitting a bunch of pots and pans.
“waaaagh!!!”
Kron even took out his large gun to turn the pipe and fired wildly at the walls and ceiling where any orange figure flashed by.
The kitchen instantly became like a battlefield, but the fat cat flew around in a bunch of messy objects, not affected by its fat body.
Just as it passed a bathroom and went straight to the window, a lot of things suddenly fell from above. The cat immediately turned around flexibly. Although it avoided the attack above, the small metal balls fell down seemed to have life, stretching out a large amount of iron wire to wrap around the things around it, and immediately blocked the window and various vents.
The fat cat could only turn to the gate.
"I want to hang you on the tree! I'll peel you alive!"
So in a wide kitchen that was enough to accommodate hundreds of people, a crowd tried to catch up with a big orange cat.
It seemed as if it had been forced into a desperate situation, and even Loken kept trying to block its route with his pistol that could fire white mucus, but it still exuded a naughty atmosphere, as if it was still playing with those people.
When Rozim waved the pan and tried to use his hand-to-hand skills to catch it, it leaned over and dodged, then pounced back and overturned an oil pot. Rozim stepped on the oil surface and staggered a few steps and almost fell.
Chapter completed!