Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

boom--

A loud noise came from afar.

The two looked up.

The cargo landing gear, tens of meters high, is slowly tilting.

Its surface was covered with flesh and blood.

Tumors throbbed and pulsated, like a heart.

With each jump, it sprays out a large cloud of yellowish-green toxic mist, eventually shattering into a piece of rotten flesh.

Where the fog passed.

The steel began to soften, organs grew on the walls, and the ground turned into constantly writhing muscle tissue.

The landing gear finally gave way and collapsed with a crash.

The numerous monsters attached to it then fell to the ground.

Directly below, a mercenary squad is organizing a defensive position.

Laser cannons and automatic turrets fired simultaneously, the fierce firepower vaporizing large areas of flesh and blood, yet tentacles still reached out from the shadows, dragging people deep into the ruins.

Screams continued incessantly.

"They won't last long."

Baru's face turned ashen.

  

"The entire area has fallen."

"Not just here," Henry said.

Balu followed his gaze.

Further away, dozens of transport tracks were burning simultaneously, and chaos was spreading throughout the ship...

"By the Divine Emperor, how could such a thing happen?"

A hovercar suddenly fell from the sky and crashed in front of the two people.

The car door slowly opened, and a blood-stained hand reached out from inside.

"save......"

The arm began to swell, and numerous pustules bulged from under the skin.

Pop, pop, pop.

The abscesses burst one after another, and yellowish-green liquid flowed out of the carriage.

Wherever it went, flesh and blood trembled.

"Oh, no, no, no."

Balu turned and ran.

"Hurry up!"

Henry followed closely behind.

Chewing sounds came from behind; the survivor clearly no longer needed help.

The two traversed the burning streets, dodging monsters and falling debris along the way.

"Where are we going?" Henry asked as he ran.

"Theresa!"

Balu answered without hesitation.

"Who?"

"That mechanic! You've seen her! If there's any safe place on this ship, it must be her workshop!"

Balu turned and kicked open the iron fence by the roadside.

A huge waste disposal opening is visible below.

"Jump!"

After saying that, he jumped in first.

Henry followed closely behind.

The two of them went down the sloping garbage chute.

Rotten food, discarded parts, smelly clothes, and all kinds of garbage whizzed past me.

Minutes later, they landed heavily in a huge waste disposal plant.

As soon as Balu stood firm, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed.

His body fell downwards.

Holy crap!!!

Balu cried out in surprise.

Below was a pitch-black pond, with countless human faces floating on the surface, accompanied by a cacophony of wails.

At the critical moment, a hand grabbed his collar.

Baru was suspended in mid-air, his legs kicking wildly. Henry used one hand to pull him back.

Balu slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

"Thanks......"

Before they could finish speaking, they both realized something was wrong.

The places Henry touched are changing.

Tiny fleshy buds quickly grew on the surface of Balu's clothes, and those buds wriggled and turned into sharp thorns.

"Hold!"

Balu's expression changed drastically. He quickly tore off his shirt and threw it far away.

As soon as the garment hit the ground, it began to wriggle like a living thing.

The two remained silent for a few seconds.

Henry looked at Baru's bare torso.

It was covered with a dense array of scars: gunshot wounds, knife wounds, burns, and stitches.

There were even huge scars torn open by sharp claws, almost covering the entire chest.

"Actually, I'd be happy to introduce them to you."

"Every wound has a story, and some can even be used to get drinks."

"But the situation forces us to. If we survive, I'll tell you the story slowly."

Behind them, the disaster continues.

After meandering through several maintenance lanes, Balu finally stopped.

He raised his only remaining left arm and skillfully entered the password.

As a result, the button was pressed only halfway.

The passageway door had already opened from the inside out.

Both those inside and outside the door were stunned.

Theresa stood inside the doorway; she had already packed her bags.

He was wearing an oversized Imperial Guard uniform with the cuffs rolled up several times, a bulging tool bag hanging from his waist, and two metal boxes piled up at his feet.

Looks like they're preparing to run away.

"What's wrong with you?"

Baru glanced at Theresa, then at the box on the ground.

Theresa's smile was somewhat stiff.

"I plan to provide some psychological counseling for some veterans suffering from post-war trauma."

Do you believe it?

Baru glanced at the gun handle peeking out from the gap in the metal box.

I don't believe it at all.

"it's a pity."

Theresa sighed.

Henry broke the small talk with his voice.

"Who is that?"

He looked into the room and saw a pair of military boots peeking out from behind the worktable.

"My ex-boyfriend."

Her answer was very natural.

"He's a little sleepy."

"You killed him?"

"no."

Theresa shook her head.

"He's just asleep... he'll probably wake up in a while."

Balu peeked out.

Behind the worktable.

A man wearing only underwear is lying face down on the ground.

There was a noticeable lump on the back of his head.

There was also a wrench lying next to it.

"She's sleeping so peacefully."

Baru commented.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Theresa responded politely.

Henry didn't ask any further questions.

Because there are clearly more important issues now.

Theresa finally stopped joking and her gaze fell on Balu's mutilated right shoulder.

"Looks like you didn't have much fun; your creditors are coming after you again."

"I just lost an arm, but gained a new friend."

Balu didn't care.

Do you have a spare part?

"have."

"How much?"

"You haven't settled your bill from last time."

Can I buy on credit?

"cannot."

Baru sighed, then stepped aside to let Henry behind him pass.

"What if I told you that this knight could get us off this ship alive?"

"Henry, protected by the God-King, is not afraid of the poison of Chaos."

Theresa raised her beautiful eyebrows.

"A protected knight?"

She looked Henry up and down.

From the armor stained with pus.

To the bloodstained hands.

Then there was that odor that even a Nurgle demon would frown upon.

"All I saw was a stinking can."

"Plus a naked, one-armed man."

"If I could find more guards, I would have kicked you out long ago."

Balu was speechless.

Theresa walked up to Henry.

He reached out and tapped his breastplate with the metal handle of a screwdriver, producing a hollow echo.

"And if Henry is really as valiant as you say..."

"Then why should I bring you along, Balu?"

"After all, every young girl dreams of marrying a nobleman, not a servant."

She was speaking to Baruch, but she was looking at Henry.

But Henry looked back at her and said nothing.

This made Theresa feel somewhat discouraged.

"This is so boring."

She muttered to herself.

"If you use more sweet talk, you can win a woman's favor."

"I'm sorry, I said all my sweet words to someone else."

"..."

Theresa was even more disappointed.

Balu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Then he was glared at fiercely by Theresa.

"Shut up."

"OK."

In the end, Theresa chose to compromise.

"never mind."

"Come over here and sit down properly."

"I'll give you an arm."

Baru immediately beamed with joy.

I knew you were the best.

"I'm just afraid you'll die on the way and no one will pay the bill for you," Theresa sneered.

Soon, the workbench was running again.

Sparks flew and the noise of tools clashing continued.

Balu was strapped to the repair chair, screaming in agony.

While doing so, he didn't forget to spout nonsense to provoke Theresa.

Henry walked to the other side of the room, where there was an emergency flushing system.

He removed the filthy outer armor and stood below the spray nozzle.

Cold water poured down, and brownish-yellow pus, dried blood clots, and rotting bits of flesh were continuously washed away through the drain.

The world returned to peace for the time being, and his heart also found a rare moment of tranquility.

Henry closed his eyes.

One question kept lingering in my mind.

Why would Khorne, the ruler of the Bronze Throne, extend a helping hand to me?

Could he be one of the Four Gods who doesn't covet his own soul?

Even though he had clearly refused to offer his soul, the evil god not only did not punish him, but also helped him resist Nurgle.

The gifts of the subspace are never given away for free.

Every gift comes with a price; the only difference is the timeframe for repayment.

So what exactly is the price?

What kind of debts do I actually owe?

Or perhaps, for that Lord of War, a soul that constantly rebels, struggles, fights, and refuses to submit is more favored by him.

Henry couldn't find the answer.

He felt as if the sound of war drums was still ringing in his ears.

But it never stopped.

wow-

Cold water is continuously flushed.

Time slips away quietly.

Until Baru's shouts came from outside the cabin.

"Feed—"

"Henry—"

"Are you planning to settle down there?"

Balu pounded on the metal hatch.

"You've been showering for a while."

"Theresa said that if you didn't come out soon, she would go in herself to check if you had drowned."

Theresa's rebuttal came immediately from outside.

"I didn't say that."

After a while, she added

"But I do have this idea now, let's come out."

"Henry, I've taken care of your equipment."