Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

"Why are you suddenly so insistent on sticking to this?"

Balu ran wildly, glancing back at the same time.

Several corrupt giants chasing behind were smashing through the iron railings surrounding the arena.

Their bulky bodies squeezed into the passage.

As they ran, the thick layers of fat rubbed against each other, making a nauseating slapping sound.

"My lord knight."

Balu gasped for breath repeatedly.

"Did you take some sacred objects from them?"

"no."

"Then why are they specifically targeting you?"

"I have no idea."

"That means we're in trouble."

Balu rolled his eyes.

"I've never been this unlucky before I met you."

The two plunged into a long, dark maintenance passage.

The alarm lights on top were flashing wildly.

The red light made the narrow corridor look like a pool of blood.

The sound of their footsteps echoed back and forth between the metal walls.

boom--

A loud bang came from behind, and the leading monster had already squeezed into the entrance of the passage.

The steel plates on both sides began to bulge outwards, as if some living thing was struggling in the interlayer.

Followed by.

A face slowly emerged from the surface of the wall—a woman's face, her eyes fixed on Henry.

"Henry..."

She uttered a mumbled whisper.

"We've finally found you..."

Henry ignored him and continued running.

A second face appeared on the wall ahead.

The next one was a man, his mouth torn to the sides, revealing uneven teeth.

"Why did you leave your country?"

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"Isn't that place nice?"

Everyone misses you.

"Shut up," Henry snapped.

The face on the wall immediately burst into laughter.

Laughter spread rapidly like a plague, becoming more and more frequent and intense.

The entire passageway seemed to come alive, laughing and joking along with it.

"Henry..."

"Come back..."

"Come back..."

"Come back..."

Balu, who was running ahead, also looked grim.

The sounds he heard were clearly quite different from those of Henry.

"Baru".

"Um?"

Where can I get a boat?

Balu was taken aback.

"Boat?"

"spaceship."

"You think you can just run away now, Knight?"

"I have that plan."

Baru almost laughed out loud in anger.

"May the God Emperor protect you."

"I want to too."

"The question is, can you pilot a spaceship?"

Henry didn't reply.

Balu understood immediately. "I knew it."

"However, the Faraway's defenses should be able to handle this intrusion. Unless—"

"Unless what?" Henry frowned.

Balu did not answer.

Because the answer was already right in front of them.

They rushed out of the narrow maintenance passage and both stopped in their tracks.

The market, which was bustling not long ago, has now turned into a decaying ruin.

Thick smoke billowed up, and the flames illuminated half of the cabin.

The once-crowded crowds have vanished, replaced by corpses and writhing flesh scattered everywhere.

"By the Divine Emperor..."

Balu murmured.

"How could it be so fast..."

In the distance, the tin stage erected for the foreign songstress had completely collapsed.

Half of a steel beam was stuck diagonally in the ruins.

Dozens of corpses were scattered around, while the Elven songstress who had once drawn countless cheers remained in the same spot.

But she could no longer sing. Several thick, fleshy tentacles pierced through her slender body, suspending her in mid-air. When the wind blew, her broken vocal cords would still produce intermittent syllables.

Like a requiem for the dead.

Henry looked away and glanced to the other side.

Several mechanic priests were chanting loudly around a large weapon.

They continuously poured holy oil onto the machine and used the robotic arm to carve sacred patterns in an attempt to stop the spread of corruption.

However, that weapon had long since become something else.

Gears and flesh were intertwined.

Countless mechanical parts grew out of the tumor, interlocking with each other like teeth.

next second.

The entire machine cracked.

Dozens of tentacles, made of a mixture of steel and internal organs, spewed out.

The priests didn't even have time to scream before they were all dragged deep into the machine.

Accompanied by chewing sounds.

The hymn stopped abruptly.

"I hate Mechanics."

Balu swallowed hard.

"But the way he died was still a bit gruesome."

The two continued forward.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from ahead.

In the center of the market, the few Oglin mercenaries who had gotten completely drunk while listening to music were still alive.

They formed a temporary defensive line.

Armed with a machine gun and chainsaw, they held their ground against the horde of zombies.

Each swing smashes large swathes of monsters, scattering blood and flesh everywhere.

However, there were simply too many monsters. A massive, corrupt giant, as fat as a mountain, fell from the top of the cargo platform and crashed into the center of the defensive line.

When the blood mist dissipated, nothing was left on the spot except a pile of flattened steel and broken bones.

"Gorgroot would cry if he saw this."

"Baru said in a low voice."

"He is the kindest Oglin I have ever met."

"The God-Emperor protects the good people; he's probably in a safer place than we are now."