Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Not long after Henry and his party left the fractured area.

Intense gunfire erupted behind them.

The deafening explosion echoed through the ship's structure.

The hum of a laser beam passing through the air.

Human wails mingled with some inhuman roars.

Henry looked back.

It seems that the Faraway has not been completely paralyzed.

The ship's guards may be helpless against the subspace contamination that has already seeped into every part of the ship and is ubiquitous.

But what about enemies who board from the outside?

They still know how to handle it.

Veterans from the Imperial Army are reorganizing the defensive lines.

One firing point after another was restarted.

The automatic turret started operating.

The armored isolation doors were closed one after another.

The entire ship was like a wounded wild beast, instinctively retaliating.

Just then.

Several bright lights suddenly appeared at the end of the passage ahead of Henry.

"Stop! Hands behind your head!"

More than a dozen laser rifles were raised simultaneously, their red beams shining on the men.

Baru reacted quickly, immediately raising his only remaining left arm.

"One of us, sir."

"That's what every madman who has taken refuge in Chaos says."

The man at the head of the group quickly stepped out of the line.

  

Henry paused for a moment.

It turned out to be the guard captain who had interrogated him.

However, at this moment his officer's uniform was disheveled.

The buckles on the bulletproof vest were all misaligned, and the military cap was missing.

The most absurd thing was that he was only wearing a standard military boot on his right foot, while his left foot was only covered by a gray cotton sock as he stepped on the iron plate.

They had obviously rushed over after hearing the alarm.

After seeing who it was, Weeks' face fell.

"Balu? How come you're everywhere I go?"

Balu grinned.

"Oh, Weeks, my old friend."

"It seems fate has brought us together again."

"You'll let us pass, right?"

"Get out of here!"

Weeks waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

"Get out of my sight right now. Nothing good ever happens when I run into you."

"team leader!"

A young soldier standing nearby couldn't help but speak up.

"This does not comply with ship management regulations, you—"

"Which regulation is it from?"

Weeks turned his head abruptly.

"Am I the captain here, or are you the captain?"

The young soldier immediately stood up straight.

"Report, it's you."

Weeks glared at him menacingly for a few seconds.

He suddenly sighed.

It was as if all the air had suddenly deflated.

He looked much older.

"How long have you worked for me?"

"The report has been pending for two whole years."

"Only two years..."

Weeks rubbed his forehead, then waved his hand.

"That's perfect. You can take these civilians who are suspected of being cult members to the refuge area."

The young soldier was stunned.

"I?"

"You have a problem? Can't you even do these little things right?"

"No!"

Weeks nodded in satisfaction.

Weeks nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Henry.

"Especially this big one, you better keep a close eye on it."

"When I get back, I'll have to continue interrogating this bastard who's impersonating a knight family."

Balu laughed out loud.

Henry suddenly spoke up.

"Do you really know what happened up ahead?"

"They're just a few corrupt Astartes who've been attracted by something and want to cause trouble for the boss."

He spoke of it casually, as if he were just talking about a few drunken troublemakers.

Henry suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

"Are you still going?"

Weeks raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't think I've never seen anything like this before, do you?"

"If you are truly a knight, you should put away your arrogance."

"I've seen more dead people than you've seen living people."

After he finished speaking, he turned around.

"Everyone line up! Follow along!"

The guards quickly passed the three men and rushed toward the area where the fighting was most intense, without looking back at any of them.

Weeks limped along on his sock-clad foot, making him look like a penguin.

Henry watched the figure gradually disappear into the distance.

There is a certain outline that overlaps with it deep in my memory.

Soon only the young guard remained in the passage.

He leveled the laser rifle.

Trying hard to imitate the tone of the superior.

"Let's go, don't make things difficult for me."

along the way.

There are significantly fewer chaotic creations now.

The metal floor was covered with large charred burn marks, and the mutated tissue attached to the walls was completely carbonized.

Occasionally, human skeletons can still be seen remaining in the ashes.

Balu suddenly spoke.

"Don't take that old bastard's words too seriously."

"It's only thanks to the Emperor's blessing that a veteran like him, a scoundrel, survived to retirement."

Theresa glanced at him: "You know him very well?"

"I've known him for a long time, ever since he was discharged from the army and had nowhere to go."

Balu smiled.

"We arrived here on the same refugee boat back then, when I still had two hands."

Theresa rolled her eyes.

"stop."

I've heard the story of you losing that hand at least ten thousand times.

"But Henry has never heard of it."

Balu was dissatisfied.

"That's a legendary story."

"then--"

The footsteps ahead stopped abruptly.

The young guard stopped in place.

Balu stopped and turned to look.

The soldier's face turned deathly pale; the young man finally realized what was happening.

"team leader……"

His voice trembled.

The young guard turned around and ran back the way he came, disregarding everything else.

"team leader!"

Balu reacted quickly, grabbing the opponent's tactical vest and forcibly dragging him back.

"Let go!"

"I need to go back and help!"

"Are you going to your death? The old man has handed you over to us!"

"Let me go!!!"

As the two were entangled...

Strange noises came from the metal ceiling above.

crunch--

The alloy plate twisted and broke under immense force.

A large, bloated mass of rotting flesh fell down, heading straight for the young guard.

The soldiers had no time to dodge.

A blur streaked across the sky.

Henry used the bulkhead as leverage to lift himself into the air, raising the massive battle axe high in the air with both hands.

The axe blade fell with immense force.

The tumor, which resembled a small mountain, was split in two from the center.

The foul-smelling fluid and entrails poured out like raindrops.

However, the two halves of the body continued to writhe.

Countless human arms extend from inside.

They grabbed Henry.

It looked like something was trying to crawl out of there.

They tried to grasp at any glimmer of life they could reach, amidst muffled wails.

Henry refused to back down.

The battle axe was swung again, hacking and slashing until all the young knight's anger was vented, until the flesh on the ground turned into a pile of mud that could never be pieced back together.

The passageway returned to tranquility.

Henry stood amidst the chaos.

A strange sense of irritability spread through him, and he could barely hear his own heartbeat.

The sound of war drums in their ears only grew more deafening.

It knew what Henry wanted to do.

Now it is urging Henry on frantically, making promises to him.

It will bring the justice that Henry desired to the world.

"I don't like this world..."