Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 507 06.0506: ‘Shadow Hunter’s Killing Maze’

Chief Kroot, who rushed into the Epic, found that the battle situation was taking a sharp turn for the worse—all the subordinates he had sent out had lost contact, some were killed by the defenders, and some disappeared without a sound.

And after paying so much price, he still couldn’t find the entrance to the bridge.

According to the last report before those tribesmen disappeared, it seemed that an unknown number of genetically modified warriors were shuttling among them.

Every time these genetically modified warriors shuttled, they would cut off the connection between some of the Kroot people in front and the rear, and the tribesmen who lost contact would soon lose contact completely.

The reason why the number is unknown is that he is elusive and will create a lot of noise and movement that affects the judgment of the number.

His whereabouts are uncertain, and his combat style is secretive, unlike those of the Astartes in the past.

It is more like the style of a certain war group that disappeared from the surrounding area after being severely damaged by the Tau allies and even the leader was killed by the Shadow Sun Commander.

But the Tau Empire was not familiar with this mysterious warband. Many of its own troops did not even know their names, not to mention the Kroot who were just mercenaries.

They were not exposed enough, but they always stabbed people in the back accurately and fatally, which was very disgusting.

Brother Korchagin sneaked back to the Epic in the shadows without anyone noticing. Compared with the unfamiliar environment in the pilgrimage ship, he knew everything about the structure of the Epic in just one month after boarding the ship.

From the ventilation duct to the end of each hatch branch, he knew it all.

Guerrilla warfare in the Epic was like shopping for him.

A Kroot exploration detachment looking for a route to the bridge was shuttling through the empty Epic, sniffing the air from time to time, trying to find the right route through some biological instincts.

Suddenly, a hatch on the left side of the team was opened, and the Kroot reacted very quickly and immediately opened fire inside.

After a round of random shooting, confirming that nothing would survive such shooting, a young Kroot, a small team leader, raised his hand to signal a ceasefire.

He walked cautiously towards the room with a tribesman and looked vigilantly, but there was nothing inside except the bed with fluff flying everywhere and the sunken cabin board that was knocked down.

After initially confirming that it was safe, the leading Kroot entered the cabin, and the others were on guard at the back and on both sides.

Suddenly, amid a series of cackles, the leading Kroot was hung up by an unknown device in a very strange way.

A pair of suspended flippers kicked desperately, and the Kroot behind them could only hear the gurgling suffocation sound of being unable to breathe.

The next second, the kicking flippers stopped, and the orange-yellow blood dripped onto the cold deck along the spikes on the soles of the feet.

When its companions came to check, they were shocked to find a rope tied around its neck.

Under the amazing strangulation, the steel wire had cut the throat and even entangled the bones, and even the eyes burst due to the soaring blood pressure.

But what frightened them even more was that they, with biological perception ability, did not detect the heat energy reaction of the enemy around them.

Just as they hesitated, a small movement suddenly came from behind.

When Captain Krut turned his head, a Krut guarding the rear gate had disappeared.

Brother Korchagin, wearing a raven-shaped helmet, was hiding in the darkness beside the door at this time, holding the Krut's giant beak, and the tactical knife painted all black and engraved with the inscription of revenge stabbed into the Krut's throat, twisting it silently.

A body leaning against the wall and bleeding slowly fell to the ground after the instigator disappeared, and was later discovered by other Kruts.

At this point, the captain could only shrink the team and bite the bullet and continue to move forward to find a way to the bridge for the large army.

Everything that happened around them was like a haunted place. They found nothing and did not sense the heat radiation of warm-blooded animals, but they were losing people every moment.

Moreover, as they got closer to the route to the bridge, their loss rate was faster.

Brother Korchagin maintained a steady rhythm of assassination.

When some teams progressed too fast, he would lead them astray.

Although those Kroots who were led to the wrong path would eventually use the method of elimination on the small Epic to find the correct route to the bridge.

But for Brother Korchagin, the extra time they spent was enough for him to kill them one by one before they saw the guards.

However, Brother Korchagin also found that sometimes there were some strange movements in places where he did not set up an ambush to lead the Kroots away.

Although it was a random lead, it actually slowed down the progress of these aliens and kept them mentally tense at all times - this would greatly consume the energy of the creatures, so it would be convenient for him to take action when they were slightly relaxed.

In a certain cabin, a sneaky black cat head peeked out from an inconspicuous ventilation duct upside down, a pair of bright vertical pupils blinked, and looked at the aliens passing below alertly.

After they passed by, a black shadow rushed out from behind them with a whoosh.

The Kroot who was on guard at the end of the team seemed to have noticed something and looked at the place where there was a slight movement.

But after shining the flashlight, he found nothing, which made the alien instinctively feel fuzzy, like a bird being stared at by a cat.

"Be careful, I have a bad feeling." The Kroot who was watching the end of the team said to his companion.

The team remained on high alert.

In the darkness, only a pair of golden brown vertical pupils appeared in the darkness behind the cabin.

A small dagger extended from the dendrites and connected to the inside of the access control.

Squeak!

A closed hatch suddenly opened.

Seeing a figure swaying behind the door, the tense Kroot people almost instinctively opened fire.

After being attacked, the other side immediately fired back, and a fierce gunfight broke out between the two sides, and people from each side fell to the ground.

"Gah! Stop!" The Kroot team leader who found something wrong shouted in their tribe's language, barely covering the gunshots.

The two sides slowly stopped firing.

A closer look showed that it was two Kroot pathfinding teams that collided with each other. Under the high tension and dim light, the two sides had an accidental exchange of fire, and several of their own people died.

In the darkness, the cunning white teeth under the eyes of the vertical pupils were revealed, and they disappeared into the ventilation duct again.

Brother Korchagin, who was hiding in the darkness and preparing to attack him, noticed this detail. He looked at the place where the little noise finally disappeared, his face grim and silent.

Then, he quickly went to another place not far away.

Right below the bridge, a Kroot team finally found the emergency stairs leading to the bridge.