Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

"Are you even listening to me?!"

The angry shout broke the stagnation of thought.

The metal desktop was innocently struck by a heavy blow, and the flat data board bounced upwards with the shockwave.

Henry snapped out of his daze, his gaze snapping back to focus.

The hanging ceiling light emitted a blinding white light, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

All the scenes in my memory have faded away.

Instead, there was a closed interrogation room surrounded by four sides, and a defense officer whose patience was about to run out.

"I've asked this three times already."

The captain of the guard rested his hands on the metal table, looking down at him.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Answer me, you fool, don't even think about lying to me."

Henry ignored him.

He instinctively pressed his palm against his chest.

The phonograph still lay quietly in my pocket.

Icy.

hard.

It truly exists.

A sense of dislocation washed over me once again.

Why is it here?

Before it fell into the abyss, it had already been given to Ian Carlos, and it should have been buried in the collapsing world along with that mad old nobleman.

But now, it's pressed against his chest.

It's as if they never left.

You cunning devil. It's you again?

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"Hello!"

The desktop thudded again. Henry looked up.

"What is it?"

The captain of the guard's forehead bulged with veins.

"I'm asking you to answer! What's your name?!"

After a brief silence, Henry slowly began to speak.

"Henry".

A jumble of memories surged through my mind.

Those fragments that did not belong to the same world or the same era were stitched together.

His longing and his love should not be forgotten.

He finally uttered a surname that even he himself found unfamiliar.

"Henry Carlos".

The recorder paused, pen in hand.

The captain of the guard frowned.

"Carlos? A family name? Which star sector's family?"

Henry remained silent.

Even he himself didn't know the answer.

The recorder dutifully wrote it down.

The interrogation continues.

"place of birth."

"Bohemian II".

"Specific coordinates".

"Baitouwo Town".

The room suddenly fell silent.

The recorder slowly raised his head. The captain of the guard also narrowed his eyes.

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Check it out."

"Yes."

The data terminal lights up.

A few minutes later, the recorder shook his head.

"no."

"Continue the investigation."

Neighboring star sectors, Imperial permanent archives, frontier colony records, and publicly available naval star maps.

I checked everything.

Got nothing.

The recorder scratched his head.

"Sir, there really isn't any."

The captain of the guard's face grew increasingly dark.

"Don't make up stories for me. Which sector does Bohemia II belong to?"

Henry remained silent.

Which star system?

silence.

"To which governor does he belong?"

silence.

"How many years has the imperial calendar been running?"

Still silent.

The captain of the guard slowly leaned back in his chair, covered his face with his hands, and took a deep breath.

"This is truly unbelievable."

He suddenly felt a splitting headache.

As an Imperial veteran who served for over thirty years and retired alive, he had seen Greenskins, Chaos cultists, and even witnessed a warp storm.

But now I'm getting a headache from something that looks like prehistoric frozen meat.

"What about the Psionic Department?" he asked the recorder.

"No time," the recorder replied. "The Star Speaker is currently handling fleet communications."

The other two psionic advisors accompanied the captain to receive the Mechanicus members.

No one would come all the way here just for a homeless person of unknown origin.

The captain of the guard cursed in a vulgar language from his hometown.

"I knew it, they went drinking again."

He scratched his hair in frustration.

On the other side...

Henry could no longer hear what they were saying.

A familiar glow appeared at the edge of my retina.

【条件达成】

[New Trait Unlocked]

The semi-transparent panel unfolds again.

The Knight Who Lost His Homeland

Your homeland has been destroyed, so no one can take it from you anymore. Finally, you have left your own "Skaritz".

Gain additional resistance to fear, allure, and mental corruption.

[When facing a chaotic entity, Willpower checks are increased.]

All exile warrants are invalid for you.

Henry stared silently at the lines of text. For a long time, he remained motionless.

[Wrestler (Unlockable)]

The greater your strength, the harder your grappling techniques will be to withstand.

【Strength +1】

Master Strike (Unlockable)

Having received the master's guidance, you have gained a deeper understanding of combat.

[After a successful block, the counterattack accuracy increases significantly.]

The information slowly dissipated.

Just then.

boom--

The interrogation room door was suddenly kicked open.

A tall, burly man squeezed in.

The metal prosthetic limbs gleamed in the light, and the broad shoulders almost filled the door frame.

"Baru!"

The captain of the guard's forehead veins bulged instantly.

"This is not a place for you! Get out!"

"Hey, Captain of the Guard, don't be so heartless."

Balu's face was all smiles, his already unattractive face squeezed into a chrysanthemum shape.

"The news has spread."

"Hawk and his men salvaged a knight from a wrecked ship."

"A legendary survival story! Everyone is very curious."

The captain of the guard's face darkened.

"Before ruling out that he is a heretic, a Chaos, or an alien spy."

"No one is allowed to see him."

Balu looked at him strangely.

"Alien?"

"If I tell anyone what you said, you'll get a lot of beatings."

"We have quite a few strange fellow countrymen on our ship."

"Besides, he clearly looks like a human."

Baru looked at Henry.

"My boss would like people with a story."

"Get out." The captain of the guard's face turned red, then darkened.

"All right."

Baru shrugged.

But instead of leaving, he sat down on the side.

Captain of the Guard: "..."

Followed by.

A head popped out from outside the door.

Then the second one.

The third.

the fourth.

In less than half a minute, the entrance was already packed with people.

Mercenaries.

Artillery crew members.

Engine mechanic.

Medic.

cook.

There were even a few things that didn't look like humans.

Everyone was peering inside.

Holy crap.

"Is he really a knight?"

"He doesn't look very bright, like a skinny Oglin."

"How did you figure that out?"

"He's been staring blankly at the air for five minutes now. Could it be that he doesn't understand Common Tongue?"

That makes sense.

The captain of the guard's face turned completely dark.

"Get out of here, all of you!!"

No one paid any attention.

Balu even pulled out a packet of dried meat containing some kind of meat from his pocket.

"Keep going, let's see."

"Don't speak."

"I promise I won't say a word."

The words had barely left his mouth when...

Someone called from outside the door.

"I bet ten Throne Coins that this guy is a fraud!"

"twenty!"

"I bet he's a true knight!"

"thirty!"

The captain of the guard felt his blood pressure rising rapidly, and his hand was already reaching for his sidearm.

Just then.

I don't know who suddenly spoke up.

"Why don't we find someone to take his place during the interrogation?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at each other.

Then they all nodded.

That makes sense.

"really."

"Anyway, you won't get anything out of them no matter how long you ask."

The captain of the guard was stunned.

"You dare?"

Five minutes later.

A group of people were already playing rock-paper-scissors in the center of the interrogation room.

The captain of the guard was so angry that he was trembling all over.

In the end, one unlucky gunner lost.

The crowd cheered and pushed him into a chair.

Tie it up.

Sit up straight.

He even struck the exact same pose as Henry.

The captain of the guard slowly stood up.

Expressionless.

Pick up the notepad.

"very good."

"very good."

"You like to play, huh?"

"Then let's continue."

He sat back down at the table and opened the notepad.

He gave the gunner a cold look.

"Name."

The gunner was completely bewildered.

"what?"

boom!

My desktop is damaged yet again.

"I asked for your name!! You idiot!"

"Jack!!"

"lie!"

"My fucking name really is Jack!!"

The entire interrogation room erupted in laughter.

Even the recorder lowered his head, trying to suppress his laughter.

The real suspect.

At this moment, Balu had secretly freed him from his restraints.

He sat down among the onlookers.

Someone had shoved a steaming bowl of rotten stew into my hand.

He stared blankly at the absurd scene before him.

Suddenly I realized...

He had fallen into the trap of the cunning villain again.