Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Why?

Why is it here?

Henry's fingers lingered on the surface of the breastplate, the cold metallic sensation creeping up his fingertips.

too familiar.

The inconspicuous dent on the edge of the shoulder armor was left when I fell off Little Gray.

There is a tiny crack hidden on the inside of the left breastplate.

In order to save a piece of good steel, he forced himself to use that scrap piece.

Later, he was even ridiculed by the old miller for not being skilled enough.

There is no mistake, this is his work.

It was the armor he wore when he fled.

The armor entrusted with high hopes, the one that will carry him through the battles of this world...

"What's wrong?" Simon noticed his unusual behavior and came closer.

Henry's throat was a little dry.

"I forged this armor myself."

Simon glanced at the quality of the armor.

"Really? That's quite a skill."

"No," Henry shook his head, "No, it shouldn't be here."

The voice just fell.

It felt like something deep inside my mind suddenly shattered.

A sharp pain occurred in my brain.

It gradually spread throughout the body.

Henry staggered back half a step, barely managing to grab the weapon rack next to him.

Not right.

Where exactly did things go wrong?

Why have I never seriously considered the flaws in front of me?

Why did hundreds or thousands of Chaos cultists suddenly appear in the castle?

Why does Ian Carlos keep saying that his family has completely declined?

But just now, a fully equipped guard could be pulled out of the courtyard, and there were even several knight mechs!

Why?

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Why did I so casually overlook these things before?

Countless questions surged up from the depths of my memory.

He was panting heavily.

Like a suffocating person breaking through the water's surface, greedily seizing oxygen.

If the timeline you are in is the glorious past of the Carlos family.

Everything seems to be logically closed.

Countless soldiers, a chaotic invasion, war.

Ian Carlos (who does not exist)

That makes sense.

Why would his own armor be displayed here?

I am clearly from the future.

Clearly from...

future?

Henry was suddenly stunned.

Why do I now accept the settings from the future so readily?

When did I start to take everything around me as reality, and when did I step into the illusion?

Which part is true and which part is false?

The sharp tinnitus pierced the eardrum.

The surrounding scenery began to spin.

The armory's furnishings were severely distorted and warped in view.

Simon seemed to be shouting something nearby, but the syllables grew more and more distant and indistinct.

"Henry!"

"Henry!"

"Look at me!"

Snapped!

A resounding slap landed on his face.

The searing pain forcibly pulled my scattered focus back.

Henry suddenly looked up.

In the instant their eyes met, he clearly saw a blue feather fall from mid-air.

The feathers shimmered with an eerie light, a light that seemed to belong to a dimension beyond that of mortals.

But when he blinked again...

The space ahead was empty, nothing was left behind, like a phantom.

The armory fell silent again.

The excruciating pain receded like the tide, and the chaotic thoughts gradually came to a head.

Henry wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and finally saw clearly what was in front of him.

At least one thing is certain.

Pain is real.

At least for this moment, I am still conscious.

As for those answers that I can't understand...

Henry lowered his eyes.

Now is not the time to get bogged down in trivial matters, especially since I may never be able to figure things out.

This is Warhammer 40K.

A world where demons crawl out of nightmares.

A world where time, space, and reality are distorted.

When something like this happens, it's most likely due to the chaotic energy of the subspace at work.

To uncover the truth, we must trace the source of this invasion.

"I'm fine," Henry waved his hand. "I might be a little low blood sugar."

Simon frowned.

"really?"

"If you can't hold on, it's best to say so directly. Chaos demons are best at finding weaknesses in the minds of mortals when they are weak."

"I'm really fine." Henry rubbed his throbbing temples. "It's just that seeing these things reminded me of the past, and my mind is a bit muddled."

He grinned self-deprecatingly.

"I just felt like I was someone who came from hundreds of years in the future to the past."

"Then suddenly I saw something that belonged to my own era."

Simon was taken aback for a moment after hearing this, and he actually started to think about it.

"It sounds quite interesting, like a fairy tale I read when I was a child."

"Fairy tales?" Henry was somewhat speechless. "Are all the fairy tales in your family about this kind of thing?"

"Of course." Simon nodded matter-of-factly. "All sorts of strange things happen during warp travel. Some starships set sail with crew members who were teenagers, and by the time they leaped out of the net, they were already white-haired old men."

"Some people set a ten-year voyage, but arrived at the end decades before departure."

"There are many similar stories within the empire's borders."

Henry shut his mouth.

Fine.

Simon seemed to recall some past events, and a rare smile appeared on his lips.

"You probably don't know this, but the Carlos family's surname also originates from a legend about a long voyage."

"Carlos".

"In the ancient language, there is a story of an angel who longed to reach the heavens but ultimately fell."

He turned around, his gaze piercing through the mottled stone walls of the armory, as if cast towards a more distant starry sea.

"Therefore, those who have the blood of the family in their veins yearn to return to the sky, to return to the stars that truly belong to humankind."