Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

at last.

The cobbled-together platform was completed.

It was pieced together from scrap armor plates, wooden crates, and scaffolding, and stood crookedly in the center of the hangar.

Henry stepped back half a step, put his hands on his hips, and examined his work.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"..."

"Why does it look more and more like a gallows to me?"

No one answered his question.

The guards who were helping to move bricks looked at each other. They had been wondering about it for a while, but out of politeness, they had kept quiet.

Henry found it increasingly absurd. He considered himself quite skilled; he had made handicrafts for Salia before, and the girl always loved them.

After all that fuss, he ended up making himself an execution platform.

It doesn't feel good no matter how you look at it.

Just then, a screech came from outside the hangar.

"Whoosh—!"

Henry paused for a moment.

  

He could actually hear Little Gray's voice through the metal wall?

He turned his head to the side.

Even with his view blocked, he could roughly guess that the creature was pawing the ground anxiously with its hooves raised, wagging its tail and calling out to its master.

"Stupid horse"

He suddenly fell silent, then turned and climbed onto the high platform.

The wooden planks beneath their feet creaked under the weight. The distance from the ground wasn't too great, but falling headfirst would be fatal.

Standing at the top, you can see the entire hangar at a glance.

The wrecked knight mechs stood like iron towers, while the spaceships that could never take off lay in the shadows.

The dim yellow light illuminated everyone's face, and further away...

The Carlos family has been waiting for centuries.

It's inexplicable.

Henry felt a little hesitant.

The Savior Dry Wine can preserve time anchors, archiving his story.

It was all his one-sided reasoning.

That's all. What if the judgment is wrong? What if he was just lucky last time, and it was purely a divine intervention that saved him?

If he jumps off, he'll be completely finished.

I would become the dumbest idiot in the world, and even the demons of the warp would probably despise my soul.

Thinking of this, Henry couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"May the God Emperor protect you."

"Oh shit."

"I'm getting so used to this awful place."

The people below all looked up in unison, their faces full of astonishment, completely unable to understand what the guy upstairs was laughing about.

Henry looked up at the dome, his mind filled with images of the streets and alleys of Whitehead Town.

The blacksmith's furnace, the wheat fields outside the town, and that blonde girl who always stood by the water lost in thought.

Ultimately, he could have simply walked away.

Taking Ian's keepsake back to his hometown, no one could find fault with it.

Then he found an opportunity to marry Salia, and spent his days farming, drinking, and chatting idly in taverns.

I was the champion of the previous brewing competition, and I will be the champion of every future competition.

He will become the most prestigious person in Baitouwo Town.

Living a peaceful and stable life until old age sounds wonderful.

But the world wouldn't allow it.

This world has a subspace.

This world has chaotic evil gods, and there's probably also a candidate for the Dark King disguised in human skin.

Thinking back to the ruins in that sea of ​​fire, thinking of Simon, thinking of the sacrificial remains scattered everywhere.

The smile on Henry's lips vanished.

"That's fucking awful."

He was cursing and swearing.

He casually pulled the recorder out of his pocket and tossed it down.

Ian caught it in his arms in a flustered manner.

"Old man."

"Keep this safe for me."

"If I don't return, please send someone to Baitouwo Town to deliver it to Salia."

Ian was clearly stunned.

"Henry—"

"Don't ask." Henry waved his hand. "I don't even know what I'm doing right now."

"Maybe I really am just an unlucky guy who was bewitched by the warp, and it was all just a dream."

He held the last bottle of Salvation Dry Wine in his hand.

The green liquid swirls inside the glass container.

This is the last chance.

This is also the only chance.

Pulling out the cork releases a pungent herbal aroma.

Henry raised his wrist.

Glug, glug

The entire bottle of medicine was poured into his stomach without leaving a drop, and the warm liquid flowed down his esophagus straight to his lungs.

The Salvation Dry Wine has been consumed.

He exhaled a long breath and looked down.

"Feed".

No one responded.

"I'm talking to you guys."

The guards looked up blankly.

"Is it okay if you're a little hostile towards me?"

"What?" Finally, a guard shouted.

"You can insult me ​​if you want, but you'd better imagine I'm a bastard who stole your wife."

The crowd was even more confused.

Henry scratched his head.

"never mind."

"You people don't understand anything."

The faces of those below grew increasingly blank, and Henry irritably rubbed his hair.

"Relying on you is a waste of time."

To trigger the talent "Desperate Measures," it seems I'll have to resort to drastic measures myself.

Henry cleared his throat.

"I've wanted to say this for a long time."

"That bastard god-emperor you all kowtow to every day."

"What kind of thing is it?"

"He's just a useless idiot who holds a position without doing any work. If I replaced his horse with mine, the empire would be better off than it is now."

The entire hangar fell into dead silence; the guards' eyes were wide open, and their faces were deathly pale.

"You brat spouting nonsense!"

"Don't think we won't beat you up just because you're Lord Ian's guest."

The familiar heat finally began to surge.

A surge of energy coursed through my body like fire, and pale blue lettering lit up at the edge of my retina.

The "Do or Die" strategy has been activated.

Live together.

Henry grinned.

"Thank you all, may Lady Luck smile upon each and every one of us."

"Especially me"

Followed by.

Arms outstretched.

He took a big step forward and fell headfirst out.

The world began to turn upside down.

The whistling wind filled my ears.

The ground below is getting closer and closer.

Getting closer.

In the final moments before landing, Henry suddenly remembered Salia's words.

Then take me to see the outside world.

"I know, you idiot, I'm practically dying for our happiness."

He answered softly.

Then.

His head slammed heavily onto the ground.

Darkness swallowed everything.