Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

"But I long for a pure land."

Baru and Theresa didn't understand what Henry was saying.

But they heard the sound of war drums coming from Henry.

They came from another world into their reality.

……

At the same time, several kilometers away.

The Voyager, Left Wing Living Quarter Section 2.

The war has fully broken out.

This is a remote area, not even a main battlefield.

This was just one of the breakthroughs after the Nurgle landed.

But for the hundreds of thousands of people in it.

This is their whole world.

boom--

A high-energy laser beam blasted through the corridor.

The entire passageway was bathed in white light, and the high temperature caused the air to ripple with distortion.

Hundreds of guards opened fire from makeshift bunkers.

The defensive line stretched along the cargo deck.

Sandbags, armor plates, abandoned containers, and automatic turrets form a multi-layered fire network.

The people stationed there were a very mixed group, including mercenaries, sailors, veterans, guards, and even gang members who hadn't had time to evacuate.

  

Everyone is firing in the same direction.

Laser beams and live ammunition intertwined to create a torrential downpour.

Tons of metal warheads slammed into the bodies of the plague warriors.

The clanging and clattering sounds blended together, the concentrated firepower enough to tear a light armored vehicle to shreds.

But not even a noticeable scratch was left.

The green power armor was covered with a thick layer of pus and rust, and foul-smelling fluid flowed down the seams of the ceramic steel.

The rotting armor seemed to possess a life of its own.

The wound is moving on its own.

The crack is healing rapidly.

In some of the damaged areas, extra eyeballs and sharp teeth have even grown.

A military doctor collapsed to the ground.

He stared blankly at the Geller force field detector in his hand.

The screen had turned completely crimson, with glaring alarm symbols flashing incessantly.

"The Geller force field has failed..."

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

"This area has become a non-functional zone..."

No one paid any attention to his announcement.

In fact, most of the lower-ranking soldiers had no idea what that meant.

But the veterans on the ship knew.

Geller force field.

That was humanity's last resort when navigating the unpredictable subspace.

It's like an invisible wall.

To separate the real universe from the subspace.

But the previous large-scale sacrifices have already exposed the reality.

The deaths of tens of thousands of lives.

Intertwined with fear.

Accompanied by despair.

This area has been transformed into a wound where subspace and reality overlap.

This place can no longer be fully considered part of the real universe.

The laws of physics no longer apply here.

The emitted laser beam will bend or extinguish, while the live bullet will slow down to be harmless.

In a sense, it is evolving into an extension of Nurgle Garden.

Thus, the plague warriors who walked among them received the blessing of the god they worshipped.

Even with a few bullets blessed by the God-Emperor, they couldn't penetrate the Plague Warrior's kinetic armor.

Even though the high-energy laser melted the surface of the rotten flesh.

Immediately afterwards, the rotten flesh began to grow back like weeds.

They were not soldiers who could be eliminated by conventional weapons.

A flamethrower soldier carrying heavy weapons rushed out of the sandbag bunker.

He was wearing a heavy protective suit, with a huge fuel tank weighing down on his shoulders.

The eyes behind the gas mask were bloodshot and red.

"For the God Emperor—!!!"

A stream of scorching plasma was ejected.

The sea of ​​fire engulfed the three plague warriors at the forefront in one go.

The terrifyingly high temperature baked the surrounding metal bulkheads until they turned red and deformed.

But the sound only lasted for a moment before it stopped abruptly.

Amidst the raging flames, the sound of footsteps could be clearly heard; they continued their advance.

Several enormous figures emerged, braving the raging flames.

The terracotta armor covering them was glowing red-hot.

The internal structure, however, remains intact.

The leading plague warrior raised his large palm.

They captured the flamethrower soldier's gas mask.

Bring your five fingers together and tighten them.

boom.

The blood mist dispersed in mid-air.

The headless remains of the body still standing there, hands in the position of pulling the trigger.

The flames inside the fuel tank continued to shoot forward.

Until it is completely exhausted.

The people in the front row began to retreat involuntarily, their defenses dominated by fear.

Right now.

The dull thud of tracks grinding against each other echoed from the rear passage.

A Chimera infantry fighting vehicle crashed through a metal roadblock and roared into the battlefield.

It was an old vehicle that had been in service for who knows how many years.

The side armor was covered with rough welded patches.

The original fire control interface had long been lost in past battles.

The only remaining top turret is spinning with the grinding of gears, searching for its target.

"Open fire!!!"

The commander's furious roar came through the communicator.

The high-explosive warhead was ejected from the barrel and hit the target squarely.

It blew up half of its body.

But the plague warrior did not die; his body was repaired by decaying flesh and blood.

It raised its hand, and the plague flail flew out with a whoosh.

The chain, spanning dozens of meters, slammed into the turret.

The turret was uprooted, and the chimera lost its weapon.

A few breaths.

The fallen monster straightened up again.

The crew members who witnessed all of this were plunged into despair.

Their reason was shattered by a scene that defied reality.

The driver's roar.

"Smash them!!!"

The steel behemoth, weighing over thirty tons, pushed its engine to its limit and charged forward at full speed.

Sparks flew as the tracks rolled across the deck.

It crashed straight into the plague warrior that had just been reassembled.

The massive armored vehicle ran over it solidly.

The ground in the area of ​​fire trembled violently.

however.

The internal communication channels of the Chimera fell silent.

All the occupants inside the vehicle died.

Even before the impact occurred.

They then lost their lives.

Inside the enclosed cockpit, the chemical protection system was practically useless.

The skin of everyone turned black and ulcerated at a visible rate.

Yellowish-green pus kept gushing out of the mouth and nose.

The lifeless bodies slumped limply in their respective operating positions.

The out-of-control armored vehicle crashed into the side load-bearing wall.

It triggered a violent explosion and fire.

And the plague warrior who was caught under the vehicle by the tracks.

He rose from the venom and debris scattered on the ground.

Keep moving forward.

Invincible.

Unstoppable.

Their advance itself is destruction.

Captain Weeks, standing behind the bunker, witnessed the entire incident.

He saw a renowned chainsaw sword master.

That man boasted of his achievements, claiming to have won championships in several worlds and never met his match in his life.

Then the man rushed forward.

But he only ran twenty or thirty steps.

His steps became unsteady.

Dark red sores quickly appeared on her exposed neck.

Physical strength is rapidly depleted.

When they finally stumbled and fell to the plague warriors.

Even lifting the chainsaw sword became extremely difficult.

The master managed to deflect the blow by instinct.

The serrated edges sparked as they rubbed against the ceramic steel surface.

But it left only a faint white mark.

Followed by.

The plague warrior reached out and clamped his torso.

It was as easy as tearing up a piece of waste paper.

Cut him in two.

The splattered blood stained the metal wall within a dozen meters in a crimson red.

A large number of guards were turning around and fleeing.

The sound of discarded weapons echoed throughout the room.

Some people knelt down in despair and began reciting prayers.

Weeks walked against the flow of people.

To keep the morale of the troops high, and to make everyone hold the line to the death.

But just as they were crossing a bomb crater,

His left foot, clad only in a grey sock, stepped on a sharp-edged piece of metal.

His body tilted to the side.

He fell onto the deck.

At that very moment.

A massive, detached ship's roof panel swept past him.

A dozen or so soldiers behind them who didn't have time to duck were flattened on the spot.

Only two twitching limbs remained at the edge of the shattered deck.

Weeks stared at the flattened area, speechless.

After a while.

"..."

"Hold."

A sharp pain shot through my ankle; the sprain made it impossible for me to put any weight on my foot.

There is no turning back.

He simply adjusted his posture and sat firmly with his back against a broken load-bearing column.

He pulled his sidearm from the holster and released the safety.

Fire at the approaching green figure.

Brass bullets struck the Plague Warrior's helmet and headband repeatedly.

All you can hear is a sound.

Weeks twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a bitter expression.

"God Emperor."

"Bless us."

Very few people were still standing alive.

The plague warriors spread out in formation.

Like hunters clearing their hunting grounds, they search for survivors behind cover.

A large-bodied Oglin mercenary staggered to his feet.

His nearly three-meter-tall frame blocked a large portion of the view.

He just held the crane gun with both hands.

The mutated plague took away his life, and his whole body began to liquefy like a candle exposed to high temperatures.

His once strong physique turned into thick, yellowish fluid.

The massive torso collapsed into a pool of flesh so large that its shape could no longer be discerned.

When this natural barrier collapsed.

Weeks, who was hiding in the rear, was also exposed to the enemy's view.

The nearest plague warrior stopped in his tracks.

He turned his massive helmet toward the veteran who had nowhere to retreat.

Weeks gripped the gun with both hands.

Empty the remaining bullets from the magazine all at once.

bang bang bang-

The flashes of light continued, and the bullets bounced off the ceramic steel surface.

No effect.

The plague warrior raised his thick arm, lifting the heavy flail high.

The iron ball covered in barbs flew out of his hand.

The thick chain drew an arc in mid-air, hurtling towards its target with a whooshing sound.

Weeks picked up his sidearm, which was idle in the magazine, and threw it at the monster.

Faced with the heavy object coming at him, his twisted ankle left him with no room to dodge.

At the critical moment.

A spinning black shadow flashed through the air.

boom!

The battle axe struck the chains.

The flail veered off course and crashed into the ground next to Weeks.

The foul-smelling liquid spread along the flail.

The high-strength alloy floor reacted as if it had encountered strong acid, sizzling and melting, creating large craters.

Weeks didn't care about his appearance and crawled backward several meters on his hands and feet.

The plague warrior, whose attack had been interrupted, did not pursue, but instead slowly rotated his neck joints.

Look in the direction from which the battle axe was thrown.

At the end of the ruined corridor, filled with firelight and black smoke.

A figure was walking over what appeared to be a corpse.

Henry shook his aching wrist.

The sound of war drums echoed in the real world.

An opponent that is impossible to defeat, an absolute gap in strength.

He stopped in his tracks, meeting the hostile gaze of the plague warrior.

He shouted.

"Why not find someone stronger as an opponent?"

"The Fallen."

Henry raised his hand, his thumb pointing back at his chest.

"Right here."

"Just you and me."