"Hmm...... So, why should I talk about ideas? ”

Lamizan looked at Peturabo in front of him.

"What about the reason why your opinion is as important as guiding our next actions?" The dog squinted at its body.

"Although, but. I do love to hear it. His body announced.

"The Destiny Steel is a big ship, and since Magna hadn't been able to detect any obvious problems before, and my monitoring of the infirmary hadn't reported any anomalies, it's clear that either someone has done something or that our target has something peculiar about itself."

Perturabo flexed the tip of his claw and tapped on his input device, revealing a three-dimensional holographic image of the ship they were on, some of which had been hidden, of course.

"But nothing was lost in the armory, and Sharokin didn't have any weapons or equipment when he slept in the training barn, so ...... What conspiracy is being carried out by someone on our ship? Lamizan seemed to remember something, and cast his eyes on some old man.

"Don't look at me, it's not me. Also, not alpha. The old man in the civil robes looked back at him indifferently, and in the depths of his eyes, a symbolized eye-like psionic magic pattern was as active as a flame at the bottom of the abyss, showing the confrontation and high-speed operation of something invisible.

Someone retracted his gaze, a hand naturally reached for the table, and the attendant suddenly appeared at the table, filled the captain's cup with a hot Reca latte, and then returned to the spot like a breeze.

"Okay. That's neither. Picking up the cup and taking a sip of the familiar taste of Reka coffee, narrowing her ice-blue eyes in satisfaction, Ramizane began to slowly gather her thoughts.

"Hmm...... We have summarized, collated and analyzed the previous data to compress his possible hidden areas and activity routes to less than 15% of the ship's area. He looked at the delicate, shimmering three-dimensional holographic projection, his gaze moving from one intricate structure to another.

"He doesn't have power armor." He said suddenly.

"What?"

"He doesn't have power armor, unlike the other people who have been caught!" Lamizan said hurriedly, "Emenute, the first to be caught, retains most of his abilities and equipment, and the way Chiko hides his thoughts and methods may be different from those of the Nineteenth Legion, so there is not much reference...... And the second captured Vannas is also a ...... A Raven Guard, who had the help of his own Power Armor at the time," he followed his train of thought, "The Space Marine's Power Armor is very important to them, not only for protection, communication, and movement, but it also provides them with shooting aids, the ability to analyze items, and fight for long periods of time without eating or drinking, so ......"

He hurriedly clicked on the list of statistical reports in the officer's cafeteria, "The statistics here are starting to be different from those of Vannus. ”

Although Vannus didn't touch the normal food at the time, he could also find clues that he still ate the food in the cafeteria. But this time, there is no armor, so it is clear that he needs food more to maintain his activities, but the same data does not show it. So the trap we set in the officer's cafeteria didn't catch anything, and the trap in the armory, this is the one that allowed us to catch Vannus, and there was no movement that was triggered. ”

He pondered, quickly, "So unlike Vannath, who had already thrown himself into a member of the Chaos at that time, Sharokin was the kind of person who could not have voluntarily rebelled, and he must have been very wary of the effects of Chaos, so he must be very concerned and would not eat food from unknown sources?" And he is known to be a calm, tenacious, very patient and very cautious fighter......"

"If I were him, I would definitely care about a few things, one is how to get the equipment, the second is how to get out of here, and the third is how to get food and clean water if the first two can't be done, and finally, the nutrients that Astarte needs are very special, and mortal food can't support the space marine's activities for too long if the amount of food is very small."

Ice blue eyes sparkle with pleasure.

"And we just have strengthened the security measures several times for various reasons, and he really has less options than before."

"Here." His fingertips landed on a point in the hologram, zooming in on the area, "I have a feeling we can catch Nikona Sharokin here." - What color sack do you say he likes? ”

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The Raven Guard crouched in the narrow, wet pipe where he usually dined, and suddenly shivered for no apparent reason.

He immediately became alert, in this demonic world incarnated as a void ship, all cause and effect were closely related, he would not have such an inexplicable feeling of being devoured by greed, there must be some powerful being who noticed him.

Pure black shadows flowed with life around him, even trying to dissolve into his long hair that spread all over the ground, but Sharokin gently but firmly refused, the raven guard's complexion was now so white that he could almost see the blue veins under his skin, his body temperature became low, his heart beat slower, and his hair was as black as ink, dimmer than the deepest of the night.

It's time to leave, he thought. While it may not be safe to stay somewhere else, it is even less wise to stay here.

Stuffing the last of the nutrient-rich soil and plump grass roots into his mouth, the Raven Guard soaked his mind and relaxed his muscles, like some surreal imaginary image, the tall, emaciated, pale warrior "sank" into the shadows under the leaves beside him like a dolphin in water.

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[We're a step late.] 】

Peturabo wandered around the neighborhood for a moment, and told Lamizan with certainty that he had just left. 】

Are you sure? 】

[I'm sure, but you're right.] If you think about it, where might he go? 】

Standing on the now lush farm on the lower deck of the Destiny Steel, at the junction of the corn field and the field of colorful turnips, they stared at the traces of someone who had eaten here for a long time and hastily smoothed the ground, so carefully that if they hadn't arrived in time, the only traces that would have been blurred after the first irrigation spraying today, and they would have been eliminated more carefully on a normal day.

[Although there is speculation, a Space Marine's only rely on carrots, nutrient soil, and ditch irrigation water...... Although it is true that this is an improved nutritive variety. For a moment, I didn't know if I should admire him. Do I look that scary? Surely you wouldn't, you look so cute...... However, it seems normal for crows to be afraid of dogs......]

What are you muttering? 】

[Nothing, I think the next place we should go to is ......]

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The smell of oxide metal and the figure of the uninvited guest gradually dissipated into the air as the crackling spark of the teleportation sounded, and a corn in a nearby corn field shook its branches.

Then he shook it again.

Like the most grotesque of magic, a figure with long black hair "walked" out of the shadow of the narrower blades of the sturdy but slender corn stalk.

He stood there again for a moment, making sure no one else was there.

It seems that this place has indeed been discovered, but they are in a hurry, perhaps to hunt him down, he should gather some food resources for the next meal as soon as possible and hide to see what happens......

The moment the crow guard's long, pale legs stepped across the narrow ditch in the field.

A voice sounded happily.

"Got it."

Nikona Sharokin wasted no time in even responding, he leapt high and instantly burst out with all his remaining agility and strength, delivering the fastest blow of his life at the triumphant demon.

"(Gutera swears) Wait a minute, I'm such a big sarokin?!!"

(End of chapter)