Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 7 01.0007: ‘People in the hive all rely on their acting skills’

Horatio leaned against the door with his back, and a crowd of people ran out outside the door.

It's not that these people are stupid. Normally people in danger would not go in the opposite direction like the two of them. It is more normal to focus the search on the periphery of the vehicle.

"Are you alright?" Horatio said with a light on his back and heavy breathing: "They are gathering back, I'm afraid they are going to search the monastery."

'98%...'

'99%...'

[99%, 99%. ]

[Why is it still 99%? ]

Huntress stared at the Thinker's screen, which was always at 99%. She was worried and didn't know what to do.

"Stuck..." She tried using several retry codes, but failed to get the meditator's 'brain' to turn around.

[Isn’t this girl an untouchable? Otherwise, why would she be the same as the Kejihun? ] Horatio frowned.

The untouchables are also called soulless ones. If psykers are the positive pole, then the soulless ones are the negative pole.

The stronger the untouchable, the stronger the power to counter psychic energy, but the aura will be more offensive, and even the machine soul will be repelled.

Upon further reflection, the aura of this Huntress was indeed unflattering from the first time she met her.

"Borrowed it." Horatio strode towards him, his iron fist raised high.

Bang! The cogitator's wetware box, filled with life-sustaining fluid, shook violently.

Horatio hit the processing center of the Thinker Array with an iron fist. The screen turned red on the spot, and several error reports appeared, but soon, these errors disappeared one by one.

'++Transfer completed++'

The ancestral great soul awakening technique will never go out of style!

Click - the storage board jumped out of the slot, Farida immediately pulled out the storage board and walked to Horatio's side.

"Walk."

Dong Dong——

There was a knock on the door.

"Hey, the officiant wants you..."

Seeing that there was only one person outside the door, Horatio opened the door with great momentum. Without giving the other person any time to react, he grabbed the man's collar with one hand and thrust a knife into his throat with his backhand.

"Uh-huh! Cough!"

The knife went in and out, splattering blood all over the wall.

'+Soul Fire: 4/20+'

The smell of blood made Horatio uncomfortable. He looked at the sharp knife dripping blood and wondered if he had killed more KD in a few hours than he had in several lifetimes.

"It's not a good place to stay for long, they will find the body soon."

"Let's go."

The two of them carefully reached a fork in the road. After experiencing the impact of the information just now, Farida seemed a little absent-minded.

Suddenly, Horatio grabbed her wrist and dragged her into a dark, narrow passage.

Farida's heart tightened, and she subconsciously wanted to break away and draw her gun, but she saw Horatio's eyebrows furrowed and his face serious.

"Shh!"

Horatio leaned against the wall and listened.

"The people in the mail room are dead! Search them out! They will live or die or their bodies will be seen! The officiant will never let them go!" A man's voice came faintly.

Horatio listened to the sound fading away and cautiously stuck his head out. A large patrol passed by.

"It's safe for now, what's next?"

Farida walked in front of Horatio and used the auspicious instrument to scan the indoor structure.

"We have to hurry up. We pass by this row of toilets. In front of us is the organ corridor leading to the upper level. I'll lead the way."

"That's really hard on you."

"Don't try to do anything behind the scenes. There are 'eyes' behind my tactical analyzer, so you can see everything clearly."

"..."

Horatio said nothing more.

Well, it's a good thing to be wary. He doesn't think a silly Baitian can survive in the position of a hunting vigilante for long.

After walking a short distance, the toilet door suddenly opened, blocking the way for the two of them. The Huntress immediately raised her gun.

"Hu~ feel comfortable."

A man with a gun walked out, and he walked out without even putting on his pants.

The Huntress was caught off guard and faced him. She was stunned for a moment and pulled the trigger before her hand could even reach her sight, shooting the man through the neck.

[A shot in the neck won't make you lose your ability to react! ]

Horatio quickly aimed at the head, pulled the trigger, and shot again.

The man's eyes suddenly became dull and he fell down.

Even though Horatio reacted as quickly as he could, before the opponent fell to the ground, his spastic finger that was already on the trigger still pulled the trigger reflexively.

The sound of gunshots echoed in the long and narrow corridor, announcing the arrival of battle.

Horatio patted the Huntress on the shoulder and used sign language to communicate tactics, and the two immediately staggered and crossed forward.

After a while, the footsteps in front became closer and closer, and he could already hear the enemy shouting from a distance.

"Lost lamb, believer of the false emperor! As long as you put down your weapons obediently, I promise you, you will be able to enjoy God's blessing! The ultimate happiness in the world! If not..."

The man's voice didn't sound like that of the officiant, and it seemed like he thought it was the Huntress holding down Horatio.

"I will pull out your ribs, spine and tailbone one by one to make a whip to whip your superstitions and make you feel extreme pain before you die!"

Horatio hid at the angle and poked his head slightly, and saw a tall and slender gentleman wearing an exquisite khaki tuxedo, a gold-embroidered top hat, and a butterfly mask on his face hiding behind the bunker. The sinister and arrogant face shouted through the sound array system.

This man is well-known and should be a small or medium-sized leader.

It is usually difficult to associate such a well-dressed gentleman with the lower nest, but if he is a Slaanesh believer, then everything makes sense.

The Empire is not short of such rich and unkind people who are obviously living a comfortable life but are bored and want to take pleasure in the suffering of the poor.

Horatio examined the current situation.

The enemy is numerous and we are few. How can we divide and defeat them before the enemy surrounds us?

Horatio pondered for a while.

Right! Take advantage of information asymmetry!

They don’t know that they, the death row prisoner, and the Commissioner of the Ministry of Justice have formed a united front.

His blue eyes flashed.

[+Miss Hood, can you play a play with me? +]

[+What? +]

The Huntress half-knelt on the ground, ready for battle, her mind was highly focused on the next head-on conflict, but was interrupted by the guy’s call.

[It’s urgent and you are still talking about acting...]

[Is he trying to pretend to be a cultist? Pretend to change your faith, and regret it later? Tsk, if he dares to think about it, I dare to kill him! ]

Farida became more and more angry as she thought about it. Her beautiful almond eyes glared at Horatio who was standing opposite her with resentment, and she also included his position in the warning area.

[+I think...+]

Farida listened to Horatio's plan impatiently, and her fingertips had already pressed the close button of the communicator.

But soon, her frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed as Horatio spoke.

[What this guy said seems... not impossible...? ]——

"I'll give you one last chance!" The gentleman shouted impatiently.

The cultists under his command had already aimed their guns at the corner of the dark corridor.

"Sir! I don't want to die! I subdued this cop! Come on! I can't hold it back!" The timid voice of the young man came from the alley in front of him.

"Good!" The gentleman was overjoyed and clapped his hands excitedly, completely ignoring the decent image he deliberately maintained.

"Go! Those in the front, go and support!"

A group of cultists walked out from behind the bunker and walked into the alley with guns.

When their figures were reflected on the wall opposite the corner by the light of the searchlight, Horatio quickly moved back and told the female hunter to let the man into the corner before shooting.

The gentleman was very proud, with his hands on his waist, watching his men walk into the corner of the alley.

Soon, the dark alley was illuminated by the fire reflected from the muzzle.

At first, the gentleman was shocked and didn't understand the situation.

"Sir! The female cop is out of control, save me! She's going to kill me!" Horatio pretended to scream and gave him another shot of cardiac stimulant.

Sure enough, the gentleman slapped his thigh after hearing it and couldn't sit still.

"That's a precious sacrifice! Quick! You bunch of idiots who eat dry food, bring him out for me! If you can't catch the woman, just kill her!"

Except for the guards who protected the gentleman, everyone else rushed up and poured into the alley.

Boom! The sound of a grenade exploding came from the alley, followed by more intense gunfire.

The gentleman panted and bit his scarf nervously.

After a long while, everything seemed to be settled.

A vigilante who was holding a burdensome prisoner, facing so many people at this time, would definitely be caught or killed.

"Where is the female policeman?"

"Dead." The young man's voice came from inside, but the man didn't hear the indifference in his tone at this time.

The man stood up and sighed: "What a pity, look at the photo of such a good-looking noble girl, I wanted to compete with the chief priest to see who will be first..."

Just as he was about to adjust his scarf, the lace white cloth slipped from his collar because he pulled it too hard.

Bang!

The man sat on the ground with fear and confusion in his eyes.

If he hadn't been ready to bend down to pick it up, the bullet shot from the darkness would have opened a big hole in his head.

Soon, the man felt a burning pain on his cheek. He trembled and reached out his hand to wipe it, and the pain became quite severe.

When he put his hand in front of his eyes again, it was full of bright red. Judging from the bumps and bumps just now, he might have rubbed off a bunch of meat.

A stun grenade was thrown out.

"Ah! Ah!" The gentleman screamed in panic, his face pale, as if it was not a person but a ghost that appeared in the darkness.

"How is it possible! How is it possible!" He couldn't believe what he saw.

They were two fully armed soldiers, well-trained, cooperating tacitly and moving forward in a cross-wise manner, firing in an orderly manner, and covering shooting.

The guards around them were no match for the two men at all. Many people were killed and fell to the ground without firing a shot, just as easily as the well-trained special forces members who wiped out the gangsters who robbed the gas station.

As a noble of the prominent naval family in Abyss Port, how could that little girl join forces with the death row prisoner? !

Brainwashing! It must be brainwashing!

How could that death row prisoner cooperate so well with the police?

This is impossible!

If he hadn't read the message sent by the insider, he would have every reason to believe that Horatio Cochrane was an undercover agent sent by the Ministry of Justice.

The situation was completely beyond his expectations. The gentleman climbed up the spiral staircase in a hurry, and he didn't even bother to pick up his luxurious woolen hat when it fell off.

Snap! Plop.

As the last armed man fell to the ground, Horatio changed the magazine, and the Huntress wanted to chase the guy who escaped.

"Don't chase the desperate enemy, Miss Hood." Horatio stopped him when he saw that the man had disappeared in the spiral staircase, and took a look at the progress of the Soul Fire.

'+Soul Fire: 15/20+'

"Why?" Farida looked puzzled: "Now is a good opportunity for us to kill our way to the top of the tower!"

"Believe me, there are five or six times more people up there than this group of people, and there is a super big guy waiting for us. We have no chance of winning if we go up."

The reason why Horatio dared to say this is that he had just activated the omen fragment again and saw enemies several times larger than himself, as well as a huge Ogryn ape man covered in steel armor.

Horatio had seen this kind of big guy in the game Dark Tide. They are legal sub-humans in the empire. They generally have low IQs, but their strength is terrifying.

And the guy he saw from the fragment was also a circle bigger than the one he had seen in the game.

"Then what do you say we should do next?" Farida frowned, looking like "If you stop me, then you can find a way."

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