Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

The white world began to collapse.

Henry instinctively reached out to grab the feather.

But as soon as your fingertip touches the edge of the feather, it disappears.

The world is starting to turn again.

His eyes suddenly opened.

The cold air filled his lungs, and his nasal cavity was filled with the mixed smell of engine oil, rust, and dust, which made Henry cough repeatedly.

All that remained was the dim light.

He was standing in the center of the abandoned hangar.

He was still in the same place, but not the place he had expected. This was the hangar that Ian Carlos had brought him to.

The wrecked Knight mech still stood in the shadows, the powerless Sentinel mech sat silently in the corner, and the spaceship that could no longer take off remained lying in its original place.

The surrounding scenery seemed normal, yet something was different.

Henry straightened up and looked around.

Large patches of charred marks appeared at my feet, stretching into the darkness into the distance, as if a great fire had once ravaged the area.

Scarlet, moss-like material spread and grew along the cracks in the steel, slowly wriggling as if it were alive.

Henry felt a chill run down his spine.

Subspace contamination? It wasn't there before, how could it suddenly appear?

Just now.

A terrified scream came from afar.

"A ghost—!!!"

The torch clattered to the ground.

One of the night patrol guards was so frightened that he turned pale and retreated repeatedly, almost dropping his spear.

"How did you get here! Don't kill me!"

Henry then realized what was happening.

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He should be in a guest room in the eyes of these guards, but now he has suddenly appeared in the hangar.

It's truly frightening to see someone suddenly appear out of thin air.

"Shut up!"

Henry, whose head was throbbing from the loud noise, interrupted.

"I'm still alive!"

The guards looked on with suspicion, but still cautiously backed away.

Henry had no time to pay attention to the coward, and instead looked down to examine his entire body.

The torso was intact, and the clothes were the ones he was originally wearing.

But the memories in my mind are exceptionally vivid.

The castle invaded by chaos, the mutated monsters, the burning hangar, Simon... all of it is still vivid in my mind, and even my senses are still stuck in that time.

What's going on? Why do I have this feeling of familiarity...?

At that moment, a familiar scent entered his nostrils, and Henry froze.

Salvation Dry Wine?

It's a similar feeling.

But all of my medicine is on Little Grey's body, and when did I drink it?

Or have I been dragged into an illusion again?

But his thoughts were interrupted time and time again. A voice deep inside Henry kept urging him on, and he didn't have time to think about these things anymore.

We must go back.

Go back to that ongoing battle and eliminate that monster.

Otherwise, something terrible will happen, a fate worse than death.

He couldn't explain it.

But that premonition was stronger than ever before.

"you."

He looked at the trembling guard.

"Go and fetch Ian quickly."

"Now...now? To find Lord Ian?"

"Now!"

The guard looked around, swallowed hard, and turned and ran away.

……

Less than ten minutes later, hurried footsteps came from the end of the passage.

Ian practically ran all the way there.

The old man hadn't even had time to change his coat; he just hurriedly threw on a bathrobe, his hair a mess.

But when he saw Henry in the center of the hangar...

He was stunned on the spot.

Especially when he saw those hands that had broken free of their shackles, his mechanical prosthetic eye lit up red.

"A magnificent existence..."

Ian's voice trembled, and he became incoherent, talking to himself.

"Did He respond to you?"

"Did He free you from your bonds?"

"He has finally bestowed knowledge upon you? Now, in accordance with His will, tell me what, Henry."

Their fanatical expressions made it seem as if they had witnessed the descent of a saint, though a saint in the subspace should be called a Great Demon.

Henry rolled his eyes.

"Perhaps the God-Emperor finally remembered that he still has a group of loyal subjects, and appeared to me in a dream."

Ian's expression immediately turned somewhat awkward.

As a cowardly person wavering between loyalty and betrayal, these words truly sting.

After a long silence, the old man let out a bitter laugh.

"If he really is the God Emperor, that's not bad either."

"At least he will give me the punishment I deserve, punishment for my infidelity."

Henry was too lazy to discuss matters of faith with him.

"Enough with the nonsense, where's my horse? You should have found it by now."

"Your horse?"

"I have something in my bag, something important, something that can save your Carlos family."

Ian waved his hand, and the guard beside him immediately obeyed and left. Then the old man looked at Henry again.

"So, what exactly did you see?"

"Your infidelity will be punished by God."

Henry replied.

"There is another hero named Simon Carlos."

Ian frowned, clearly unfamiliar with the name.

Henry did not elaborate further.

At this moment, another matter came to mind.

"By the way, where is your family's genealogy?"

"Family tree?"

"I want to see."

……

Half an hour later.

In the castle archives, centuries-old parchment scrolls and data tablets are piled up like mountains.

Ian personally carried an oil lamp and searched high and low, finally managing to retrieve a thick family tree from the deepest part of the shelf.

Henry took it and began flipping through the pages.

At first everything was normal, but as the page numbers continued to move forward.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.