Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 101 You and Me in an Illusion

Henry took the wine from Baru and leaned down to smell the glass.

The liquid in the glass had an amber color with a hint of green, and appeared somewhat cloudy in the dim light. Judging from the smell alone, it was like the most common, cheap liquor in the taverns of Xiachao, pungent and irritating, and there was nothing unusual about it.

He raised his hand and took a sip.

next moment.

"The moment the liquor entered his mouth, it felt like a fire burning down his throat. Even with his current physical condition, Henry was choked and turned his head to the side, coughing out loud."

He frowned and pushed the cup in his hand away a little.

"What is this?"

Balu blinked.

"The doctor gave it to me."

"He said it was something I could never afford in my lifetime—high-end stuff."

"But I thought a knight like you could drink without batting an eye."

As he spoke, Balu boldly picked up the cup in front of him and took a big gulp.

The effect is immediate.

His entire face visibly flushed red.

He covered his mouth, forcing himself to swallow the wine, and the veins on his neck bulged.

After a long while, he finally exhaled a long breath of hot air.

"————That's really something."

"Tell me, how exactly is this demon created—is the demon really that magical?"

Henry did not answer.

Anyway, if you ask Anastasius, the answer you'll probably get will make Baru vomit up all the wine he's drunk.

It would be better to let Baruto enjoy it for a while —

Finding joy in hardship is the best medicine to combat chaos.

He lowered his head.

The wine in the glass swayed gently, reflecting his image.

Strange and familiar.

Stubble has grown out, his chin is much thinner than before, but his eyes are much more expressive.

He hadn't really looked at himself properly in a long time.

Since embarking on this bizarre journey, he has been constantly on the move, either fleeing for his life or fighting enemies.

It seems there's not even time to look in the mirror.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"I discovered it."

"It seems like nothing good ever happens when I drink."

Balu was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"What bad thing could possibly happen?"

He spread his arms and gestured to the surroundings.

"We're now inside a demon's belly, which is probably safer than the fortresses of many planetary governors."

As he spoke, he seemed to feel thirsty and couldn't help but take a sip of the wine in his glass.

This time he wasn't as disheveled as before, but his eyebrows still furrowed involuntarily.

"Besides, we escorted the ship owner and brought so many members of the Mechanicus."

"Broken weapons can be repaired, broken equipment can be maintained, and even the machine servants can do a lot of work for us."

"I guess so —"

He started calculating on his fingers.

"After a while, it will be time to expand the settlement outwards."

"Cass should be discussing a counterattack with the ship's owner right now. We'll take back the lost decks and push outwards little by little."

"Even if a corrupted Astartes unit comes to stop us—"

Speaking of it.

Balu suddenly stopped.

After a while, he added a sentence with some hesitation.

"We—shouldn't be so badly outmatched, right?"

The mercenary's two encounters with Chaos Astartes brought him unpleasant memories.

The image of the enormous figure carrying the rotten bell involuntarily surfaced in his mind, nearly driving them to the brink of despair with its bizarre spiritual power alone.

Even Henry almost fell victim to it.

Balu turned his head to look at the person next to him.

From their first meeting to walking side by side, he has witnessed Henry's growth in strength.

again and again.

Anything blasphemous that is associated with chaos seems to have been transformed into a rough whetstone for sharpening this blade.

His body was becoming increasingly unlike that of an ordinary person, even approaching that of a cyborg—

Whether it's the power to tear steel apart, the unpredictable speed of movement, the endurance, or the incredible resistance to subspace contamination.

If it were any other citizen of the empire, they would probably have already knelt on the ground and begun to believe and spread those absurd rumors about the "saint's" descent into the world.

But Balu always felt that...

Henry seems to have never changed—he seems to have always lived the life he aspired to—

Balu suddenly shook his head, banishing all those chaotic thoughts.

"never mind."

"Let's talk about something happier, where's Theresa?"

"I haven't seen her since I came back."

"I went to become an apprentice with a mechanical priest."

Henry put down his wine glass.

"She seems to be truly gifted; she's a talented mechanic."

"Of course, this is also related to Orion's willingness to speak up for her."

Baru was immediately delighted.

"So, should I call her that from now on?"

He deliberately sat up straight and saluted like a soldier.

"Sir, the Mechanic?"

Henry couldn't help but chuckle.

"It should still be early."

"That's hard to say."

Balu shook his head seriously.

"She is an ambitious and capable person."

Henry did not respond.

He simply picked up his glass and took another sip.

This time, the liquor wasn't as strong as before.

But he felt a strange tightness in his chest, and he sensed something approaching.

Those sounds seemed to be coming from behind a thick layer of glass.

The banquet lasted until very late.

Wine glasses were spilled all over the floor.

In the end, Baru was unable to defeat the strong liquor brewed by Anastasius.

He stumbled and staggered into the bathroom, supporting himself against the wall.

Soon, a churning, turbulent sound came from inside.

Henry stood outside the door and waited for a while.

Until it finally quieted down inside.

He settled Balu, who was already completely drunk and unconscious, aside and poured him a glass of water, placing it beside him.

After doing all this.

Henry pushed open the bathroom door.

The first step was taken.

He realized something was wrong.

The hall outside the door was no longer the bustling place it once was.

There was no Anastasius's ever-undulating forest of flesh and blood.

A thick, grayish-white fog enveloped the entire world.

The air was filled with a pungent, poisonous fumes.

The ground was covered with murky, yellowish acidic water, which corroded the stone slabs and caused them to emit wisps of white smoke.

The dilapidated stone buildings rise and fall, seemingly built against the mountainside.

Black smoke swirled between the rooftops.

In the distance, one could faintly hear the deep roar of some enormous creature.

A narrow street stretched from his feet into the depths of the mist.

Henry looked back.

The restroom behind me.

It has disappeared.

It was as if he had never pushed open any door.

"Is it an illusion? —"

He gazed at the unfamiliar city before him and sighed softly.

"It's a pity that Salia isn't here."

I have experienced one subspace illusion after another.

Now, he is a frequent visitor to the hallucinations he sees.

There was even a hint of disappointment.

Salia isn't here.

Every time Salia appeared, it was far more pleasant than the other hallucinations.

Moreover, Salia never harmed him, unlike those bastards in the warp.

Henry reached out his hand.

A thought subtly stirred within me.

The knight's armor covered his entire body from the void.

The steel is sealed layer by layer.

Finally, it was accompanied by a crisp locking sound.

The chainsaw sword fell back into his hand.

The familiar weight calmed his mind.

Then.

He walked forward along the street shrouded in poisonous fog.

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