In the dark steel jungle, a huge and strong body moved slowly. He tried hard to lower his body so that every time his feet left the ground and landed, there would be no movement.
"...This is the dark and cruel forty-first millennium. The great Emperor has been sitting quietly on the golden throne of Terra for more than a hundred centuries. He is the Lord of mankind who rules all living beings with the will of God.
He is the Lord of the Galaxy who rules millions of worlds with his endless army, he is the corrupted body that writhes in pain with the technological power of the Dark Ages, he is the Lord of the Empire who sacrifices a thousand souls every day to continue his remaining life -
—”
In his mouth, he whispered the words he had read a hundred times, and around him, more shadow-wrapped figures began to move.
The terrain here is complex and there are many facilities. They must surround the target from multiple directions.
This will be a hunt, a silent hunt.
"...even in this eternal death, the Emperor's vigilance remains unflappable, and his mighty fleets stride across the daemonic miasma of the Warp - the only link between the distant stars.
Armies of the Emperor fought to the death on many worlds in the name of the Emperor. The strongest among them were the Astartes, Space Marines, genetically enhanced super-soldiers, who could barely fend off the ever-present threat - the xenos.
, heretics, and even worse enemies, who threaten every world, steal what belongs to the Emperor, and must be completely destroyed..."
Gradually, he got closer to his goal, but this did not let him relax, 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 again. Years of experience in moving in the shadows made disguise almost an instinct for him.
He is the shadow, he is the revenge, he is the death...
What he wants to hunt is the thief who boldly breaks into human territory and plunders the property that should belong to the emperor, a robber, an inhuman predator...
Not long ago, he had failed several times, which made him unbearable. Failure is more terrible than death for people like him, but the other party is too cunning and fast, and it can always sense their approach in advance.
It can always escape from the dragnet they set at an incredible speed, and messes up the surroundings provocatively.
Then this time is the last chance. He can't let down his bloodline, the emperor, and himself...
Squatting on the ground close to the towering metal cabinet, he quietly stretched out a mirror stained with a dagger. Even though it was a primitive method, the furry alien had an almost instinctive response to any instrument.
Through the mirror, he saw that in the light coming from the gap in the cabinet, the ugly, bloated shadow was clearly visible, and the cold mist was overflowing from it.
They tried freezing the bastard to death, but it didn't work. It was able to escape out of thin air.
It is a thief of sorcery, but even so it will tremble under the sword of the Emperor's Angel of Death.
He promised and swore.
Then, with a gesture, his comrades began to deploy a device, an anti-psionic device.
At the same time, two other figures, one thin and one short, also approached from the left and right, and above the head, a vague shadow had already deployed positioning equipment.
The hunter, almost in a crawling posture, slowly reached under the freezer.
So--
"For the Emperor! Kill this thief!!!"
Rozim suddenly pulled off his cloak and stood up, taking out the flamethrower from his waist. At the same time, all the lights in the kitchen were instantly lit.
Among the messy upper floors of the refrigerators, there was a plump cat with orange fur and stripes on its back. It had a big head, a broad forehead, a thick and long tail, and short and pointed ears.
, the eyes are large and round and appear a strange green color. The elegant face has a small pink oval nose and three beards on the left and right sides, giving it a certain cunning temperament.
In its mouth, it still held half of the ant beef roll that had not been swallowed. This is Rozim's specialty and one of the most popular dishes in the Chapter canteen, but the originally full plate of meat rolls was now
Only a few scraps were left, and the rest went into the thief's belly.
"Tonight's supper is grilled cat thief!!!"
Rozim directly pulled the trigger, and blazing flames poured into the freezer, instantly making the freezer crackle, and then the entire rear part exploded in sparks.
However, the sound of plates being disturbed made Rozim turn his head.
I saw that the thief cat that was supposed to be roasted ran to another cupboard at some point, and stood up on his legs, with his forelimbs on his hips, his belly bulging, and he walked mockingly like a proud king.
It walked through the piles of porcelain plates and used its tail to push the porcelain plates over one by one and smash them to pieces on the ground.
Obviously, it was provoking another failed hunter.
"Hmph! I already knew you would make phantom clones! Come on!"
As the air suddenly tightened, the fat cat suddenly felt uneasy, returned to the state of all fours and began to run.
"Wow!!"
Dogo suddenly jumped up from the side, and the plasma battle ax in his hand hit the cabinet with a clang. Hundreds of porcelain plates were overturned and smashed in a burst of sparks and lightning, but not even a hair on the cat was left.
Haven't encountered any.
"Kill you stinky cat!!"
Iswin also kept firing with the laser gun in his hand, but it had no effect except hitting a bunch of pots and pans.
“waaaagh!!!”
Karen even took out his revolving gun and fired wildly at the walls and ceiling, wherever an orange figure flashed by.
The kitchen instantly became like a battlefield with bullets flying everywhere, but the fat cat was darting around among a bunch of messy objects, unaffected by its fat body at all.
Just as it crossed a sink 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 from above, the small metal balls that fell seemed to be alive.
, stretching out a large amount of iron wire to wrap around the surrounding things, immediately blocking the windows and various vents.
The fat cat could only turn and run towards the door.
"I'm going to hang you from a tree! Skin you alive!"
So in the kitchen, which was spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people, a group of people struggled to catch up with a big orange cat.
It seemed like it had been cornered, and even Loken kept trying to block its route with his pistol that fired white slime, but it still exuded a mischievous aura, as if it was still toying with those people.
When Rozim waved the pan and tried to use his own physical combat skills to catch it, it ducked to dodge, then swooped back, overturning an oil pot. Rozim stepped on the oil, and suddenly