Chapter 1082: Going deep into the secret realm
To be honest, in the environment of human society, Karen is not so comfortable. After all, even an Ork does not like to live a life of hiding his face, although they have never doubted it. It turns out that the tightly wrapped guy next to me is an Orc.
But one thing that makes Karen feel good about humans is that they don't get beaten for no reason - most of the time.
More importantly, in his opinion, Rozim is a very reliable boss, and there is no need to worry about following him up the mountain of swords and into the sea of fire.
So this operation will look like usual to him. Rozim will defeat those weirdos with his wisdom and kill them all easily.
This was indeed the case. After they broke through many obstacles, they found a gathering of wizards in a hall full of blood.
Kelen hates psychic boys very much, and naturally also hates psychic shrimps.
After a brief but fierce exchange of fire, most of the members of the Secret Order lay dead on the ground. A few panicked survivors tried to escape along the corridor, but they could no longer put up any resistance and were also beaten from behind. Shoot them down one by one.
"It went well. After fighting for so long, the big guy is hungry."
While putting his meat cleaver back into its sheath, Rozim twitched his nose slightly in a strange way. , which he often does.
For a chef, even if he is deeply involved in the most intense battle, he has to put down what he is doing when he urgently needs a little energy.
"Fire! Get some food!"
"Ah, boss, this-"
Hank Evans glanced around sadly.
Blood, bones, devil totems, and corpses all over the ground, it doesn’t look like a good picnic spot.
"How about changing to another place?"
"This damn place is the same everywhere. It's clean enough here, but there are no moving things-"
Rozim didn't finish his words. The corpse of a wizard more than ten meters away from him suddenly bounced on the ground, and a pink tentacle burst out from his chest.
The cook turned his head and shot him, turning the body and its tentacles into ashes.
“Okay, now it’s really gone.”
Hank Evans rubbed his head helplessly and took out the portable self-heating stove, and then the pots and pans.
Xinlata, who was still wearing sunglasses, was sitting on a rock, with her arms crossed and the black knife in her arms. She didn't know what she was thinking.
After eliminating this group of wizards, he was no longer in a hurry.
Rozim took out a pile of semi-processed ingredients and began to cook his plate-style stew, smacking his lips and mumbling from time to time.
“It would have been nice if I had a little wine, bad decision, bad decision”
Karen was stunned for a moment. He remembered that he had noticed a kitchen when he rushed past the servants' quarters, and was sure that he could find it there. That place might-
When Rozim lowered his head and started to season the food, , he immediately slipped away quietly to find it.
The chaotic layout of this underground space was a little confusing, but he easily found the object of his exploration. He just had to follow the scars caused by the battle and the pits made by the laser on the wall. , many burnt tapestries or the occasional scattered intricate inlaid table top, mark the way back to the entrance.
Most of the tables had once been covered with glassware, but little remained intact, especially around the frag grenade explosions, with scorch marks all over the carpet and holes in the walls and furniture.
It didn’t take long for the opulent furnishings to give way to the stark simplicity of the servants’ quarters, although Keren wasn’t expecting to encounter waiters – most of them screamed at the first appearance of the four. Then they ran away, and those who were not immediately knocked over quickly fell into disrepair with their complicit masters.
As a skilled mechanic, Keren was expected to remain alert, ready to raise his blaster at a moment's notice.
The surviving cultists are almost certainly gone, but some may be hiding, hoping to escape once the noise subsides.
Thinking like this, he finally saw his target. Behind a half-open door, there were neatly placed pots and pans.
When he was about to go in, he hesitated and pricked up his ears.
Someone was talking inside, and the cadence of the voice was undoubtedly the rhythm of the chant.
"You're a gram, a gram, a gram, a gram..."
Kren didn't know what that meant, but there was no need to know, it sounded like something from subspace, not a good sign. , and may even cause them trouble. He realized he'd better stop it now, and he needed to use that kitchen, too bad it was currently occupied by the enemy.
Kren readied his big gun and rushed behind the door, his eyes darting left and right in search of his target.
His guess was correct, someone was performing a subspace ceremony: a tall, dark-skinned man wearing an expensive-looking robe and a lot of jewelry, waving his arms, A stream of nonsense spewed out from his lips.
".Ah↑ah↓ah↓ah↓ah↓ah↑ah↓ah↓!"
The eyes of this loud and noisy man seemed to be flashing with fire like a beast. After looking up and seeing the unexpected intruder, His mouth twisted into a disgusted grimace, as if he had just found something dirty on the soles of his shoes.
Kren's finger tightened around the trigger of the big gun, but before he could pull it, the air between them exploded and it sounded-
Like the biggest fart in the galaxy. .
And it smells similar.
In the blink of an eye, a thing with eyes, mouths and teeth all over its body stepped through the cracks in reality, swung half a dozen whip-like tentacles toward him, and made a weird cry——
"Whoosh!"
"Get rid of this scum."
The disdain in the wizard's words can drip off like the raw matter from the newly revealed subspace creature.
“Do it!”
Karen also growled and pulled the trigger of the gun.
The demon staggered back, wailing in pain, and a terrible wave of heat cut it in half.
Kren has been struggling for so many years, but it is far from the real troublesome things he has encountered. When he followed the Bonecrusher army through the warp, he also saw it. It was a huge man with red wings, dozens of meters tall, and a weird thing with two heads and feathers all over it.
According to his experience, the so-called subspace demons are not as troublesome as Rozim said.
“Oyster, no oyster~~”
After a few more shots, and with a loud bang, the warp evil suddenly disappeared, driven back into the strange realm that the psykers had torn apart.
Clen turned and took a quick glance at the rest of the kitchen.
The psyker was still standing in front of the fire, with a look of astonishment on his face, mumbling another string of mysterious syllables.
"Damn it, let me see what's in your brain! Become my puppet!"
Green witch fire rose from his raised fist As he stood up, Karen felt something lightly hit his head, so he took a step forward.
And the witch fire flickered, like a candle in the wind, and went out.
"Holy shit! You are actually a green-skinned person!!! How can there be green-skinned people here?"
"Go to hell!"
Karen fired at the man, erasing the man's stunned expression with one shot.
Then he stepped over the convulsing body, slung the weapon behind his back, opened a cabinet with his free hands, and after rummaging for a while, he found a black glass bottle and shook it.
There was a rattling sound in the bottle.
Then he pulled out the cork and smelled it. It was indeed wine.
Kelen thought he was lucky, so he returned to the original place with the bottle.
“Where have you been?”
Rozim was pouring food onto the plate, and it tasted delicious, although it was messed up by the smell of blood around him.
(End of this chapter)