Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

The noisy arena has faded into the distance.

All that could be heard was the sound of the wind.

The breeze that brushed against my cheeks carried the scent of wheat.

A pair of hands wrapped around Henry's neck from behind.

As light as a thin mist.

Henry's body stiffened abruptly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of bare feet stepping on illusory green grass.

Golden strands of hair brushed against his chin.

The feel is just like it was back then.

"Don't do that, Henry."

A familiar voice fell into my ears.

Don't bow down to them.

Henry remained silent, his fists slowly clenching.

"The Emperor will protect you."

The girl continued.

"He loved every one of his people."

Henry suddenly laughed.

He didn't save you.

The surroundings became quiet.

  

"I can't even tell who's behind me."

Henry's voice was hoarse.

"Perhaps this is just another entertainment for the master of trickery."

The people behind him did not refute him.

She simply pressed her face gently against his cheek.

The warm sensation is transmitted to the skin surface.

Henry suddenly remembered an old story from his distant homeland.

When guiding the souls of the dead back to the world of the living, the living must not look back, or they will face eternal farewell.

He stood like a statue, even though his heart ached as if it were about to burst.

"Please, Henry."

The sound became ethereal, gradually dissolving into the wind.

"They are coming soon, and everything except—they thirst for your soul."

"You are going to—'The Tragedy of Santa Celestine'."

"Prevent it from happening."

"The Emperor has always been watching you, and destiny will guide you."

The wind has died down.

The warmth on his cheeks vanished completely, and there was nothing behind Henry.

He opened his eyes.

The arena reappeared before their eyes.

And just then...

thump.

An object fell from a height and tumbled along the tilted metal grandstand.

Stop at his feet.

It was the head of the mercenary who suggested bringing him here.

The face retained the expression it had when it was alive, but its eyes moved on their own, meeting Henry's gaze.

"We meet again, Henry."

The lips of his head opened and closed, and he smiled as he spoke.

"I wish you all the best."

boom--!

The entire skull suddenly exploded.

The putrid pus and blood, along with bits of flesh, were splattered everywhere.

Exclamations erupted from all directions.

Henry looked up.

In the circular stands, dozens of spectators drew their weapons.

The knife tip was pointed at their own necks.

Dozens of jets of blood shot into the sky simultaneously.

These suicide victims, with expressions of relief and joy, as if heading to a grand celebration, collapsed one after another between their seats.

The entire dueling arena fell into dead silence.

Until someone spoke, trembling.

No one responded.

These faces had never appeared on the Farvoor before; they had silently infiltrated every corner.

At that moment, they completed the sacrifice with their lives.

A strong stench began to permeate the air, and a strange change was taking place amidst the fallen wreckage.

Several bodies swelled up like inflated sacs, their skin cracking open under the pressure, turbid liquid flowing from the wounds, abdomens ruptured, intestines dragging on the ground, and countless flies pouring out.

A mutated body supported him as he got up.

Then came the second body, and the third body.

The deformed zombie uttered a murmured mutter.

"A loving father loves all people..."

Embrace this happiness...

The onlookers went completely into a frenzy, and firearms of all calibers opened fire one after another.

Metal bullets and lasers streaked through the air, shattering large numbers of corpses into pieces.

But this did nothing to stop the spread of the zombie horde.

Mercenaries were tackled to the ground by zombies, and even if the infection only started from scratches caused by rotting fingernails, it would take effect.

The injured person developed dense blisters on their skin, which then ruptured, spurting out unidentified blood and flesh.

Not long after falling, it stood up again in the same contorted posture and joined the ranks of the zombies.

Fear spread like a real plague.

Some knelt down and loudly recited prayers to the golden throne, while others dropped their weapons, turned and fled, exposing their backs to the monster.

Some gamblers even suffered mental breakdowns, laughing maniacally, grabbing a dagger from someone else and stabbing themselves in the artery, joining this blasphemous revelry in the most resolute way.

The world changed in an instant.

at last.

Several huge clumps of rotting flesh fell from the height of the stands.

Pus and entrails flew everywhere, yet those things continued to wriggle, as if possessing consciousness, drawing together and piecing themselves together, reshaping into several bloated giants.

Dozens of yellow-glowing eyeballs swirled within the fat layer, eventually settling on the two figures in the center of the arena.

The mutant let out a grotesque laugh and dragged its heavy steps closer.

Balu patted his forehead with his only remaining left hand.

"I must be a cursed jinx."

He joked, "Or am I hallucinating from a brain injury?"

Henry looked around.

Outside the iron railings, a large number of zombies surged over the stands like a tide, their screams echoing everywhere.

The remaining mercenaries are being slaughtered.

"Do you have an escape route?" Henry asked, kicking away the head that was trying to bite him.

I know a passage.

"But we need to get past those...fat guys?"

Balu stared at the writhing clumps of rotting flesh in front of him, his features contorted in pain.

"May the God Emperor protect you."

"I've lived for over forty years, and this is the first time I've ever seen such a disgusting thing."

Several monsters made of corpses and pus blocked the exit.

The murky fat stretched the skin, and with each rise and fall of the chest, large amounts of yellowish-green pus would be squeezed out and drip down the folds of flesh.

Undigested limbs and eyeballs tumbled deep within the fat.

The only way out was hidden behind these monsters.

Balu glanced down at the broken prosthetic limb, then looked at the infected surging around him like a tide, and simply sat down cross-legged on the ground.

"You might as well just leave me behind."

"If you're lucky, they'll be too busy eating me to let you go."

Henry turned his head

"I almost killed you just now."

Balu smirked, "I almost killed you too, well, maybe a little too close."

The screams from the stands gradually subsided.

They will soon become the target of public criticism.

Henry stared intently at the mountain of flesh ahead and let out a long breath.

"I can take them down."

I don't know if this is an answer to Balu.

I'm still trying to convince myself.

Balu was taken aback.

"The divine emperor has manifested."

"I'm starting to believe you're a knight now."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw the other person approaching.

"etc"

What are you planning to do?

The sound of metal breaking rang out.

Henry used a single hand to forcefully break off the last remaining section of steel forearm from Baru's prosthetic body.

Balu screamed in agony.

"Holy crap! That's the only part of my body that can still be sold for money!"

Henry weighed it in his hand; it was a solid steel wreck weighing several tens of kilograms, with half a hydraulic hose hanging from the end, barely usable as a warhammer.

He tore off a relatively clean piece of cloth, wrapped it tightly around his mouth and nose, and ran towards the pile of zombies.

He ran faster and faster, like a knight on horseback charging towards the city walls.

[Break the Boat and Burn the Boat] Activated.

Power surged back into the body.

Despite being outnumbered, he actually reached his peak.

At the very front, a bloated, spliced-together structure emitted a gurgling laugh that let in drafts, and several arms of varying thickness reached out to grab it.

Henry suddenly accelerated.

He slid across the ground.

Pass between the monster's enormous legs.

The spliced ​​creature tried to turn around, but the flesh on its back tore apart first, and a newly grown limb, covered in pus and blood, emerged from its body, attempting to catch its prey.

But this disrupted its original balance.

With a loud crash, the massive body toppled over, knocking over another monster beside it, and the two mountains of flesh became intertwined.

Just then, the sound of war drums rang in Henry's ears.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It seemed to come from outside the world.

Henry ignored him and continued his leap forward with fluid steps.

A spray of yellow-green venom splashed in their face, and the air immediately filled with the acrid white smoke of strong acid corrosion.

He rolled to his right to dodge, the venom grazing his shoulder armor and splashing onto the ground.

As soon as he regained his footing, he swung the severed steel arm in his hand into a full moon shape using the power of his waist.

boom--

The air exploded with a piercing whistling sound.

Three times the strength of an ordinary person.

In addition, there's the boost from the third tier of [Wrestler].

This blow even exceeded the power of Balu's full-force punch.

A blunt metal object slammed into the skull of the assembled object, like smashing a rotten fruit.

The skull collapsed, and yellowish-brown tissue fluid and bone fragments splattered everywhere, inevitably soaking Henry all over.

An eerie, joking sound then echoed through the air.

whee.

Haha.

Hehehe—

It felt like countless children were whispering and giggling in my ear.

The dirty liquid clinging to the nail guards seemed to wriggle and seep into the skin like a living thing.

The original penetrating wound began to scab over in an unusual way, and the severed capillaries reconnected.

The fatigue is also subsiding.

A morbid sense of comfort washed over me.

Henry quickly realized something was amiss.

The Father truly deserves to be called the most benevolent warp god; he is generous in bestowing his blessings upon anyone.

Even if mortals are reduced to monsters as a result.

Even if worlds are destroyed as a result, becoming its garden.

But the next second.

The drumbeats in my ears suddenly grew louder.

boom!!!

Like a thousand troops beating drums.

The crimson torrent swept away the sounds of laughter without restraint.

Henry felt his body temperature rise sharply, his skin began to turn red, and fine beads of blood seeped from his pores.

Blackish-green pus mixed with other substances was continuously discharged from him, and two completely different subspace forces were vying for control of the battlefield.

terrorism?

But why?

A thought flashed through Henry's mind, but he had no time to dwell on it.

Another spliced ​​monster had already charged close.

A fist as thick as a water bucket slammed down with a whooshing sound.

Henry raised his arms to defend himself.

boom! ! !

The massive impact caused the steel plate beneath their feet to dent.

His legs even sank into a layer of mud formed from rotting flesh and blood.

But in the end, it caught.

The monster roared angrily, its massive body continuing to exert pressure.

Henry, however, defied the pressure and took half a step forward, his right hand closing up and slicing into the other man's swollen abdomen like a blade.

puff!

A large amount of pus gushed out.

His arm continued to reach forward, relentlessly tearing through the rotting layer of fat until it touched a pulsating, slippery sphere—a contaminated and distorted brain.

The splicing monster's movements completely stopped, and all its eyeballs bulged outwards.

"No--"

Bring your five fingers together.

His brain was crushed to pieces.

The massive mountain of flesh lost its support and collapsed to the ground.

The obstacles that had been hindering the export process have finally been cleared away.

The corpses were piled up like mountains.

The stench was so strong it was suffocating.

Henry was breathing heavily.

He turned and extended his hand to Balu.

"stand up."

Balu instinctively took a step back.

His face was deathly pale.

It was like seeing a ghost.

"Don't touch me."

Henry paused for a moment.

Then he lowered his head.

That's when I realized what I looked like.

Its entire body was covered in rotting flesh and blood.

Yellow pus dripped down the armor.

The skin surface is covered with black blood vessels that have not been completely drained.

They looked like monsters that had just crawled out of the temple of plague.

The toxins that he had suppressed were still deadly to ordinary people.

Balu swallowed hard.

The voice is dry.

"What exactly are you?"

Henry remained silent for a moment.

Then answer.

"...Knight, probably."

Balu stared at him for several seconds.

Ultimately, they gave up thinking.

"Alright, knight."

Henry withdrew his hand.

Looking towards the exit.

More chaotic creations are pouring out of the stands and passageways.

A dense, dark mass, and their numbers kept increasing.

"lead the way."

"Where is the passage you mentioned?"

Balu finally got up.

He glanced at the filth on Henry's body.

Then he looked at the monsters that were approaching.

I couldn't help but shiver.

"Alright, Sir Knight."

"But before we run for our lives."

"We'd better find you a place to wash up first."

"Otherwise, I suspect they haven't escaped yet."

"You've already infected me and made me a relative of those fat guys."