Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

The plague warrior slowly retracted his flail.

Thick chains dragged across the ground.

Foul-smelling pus dripped down the road.

Wherever it went, steel was corroded and corpses were destroyed.

Meanwhile, Henry had arrived at the spot where the battle axe had fallen.

He gripped the axe handle with both hands and pulled the weapon from the floor.

Broken metal flew everywhere.

He looked down

The axe blade became pitted and uneven.

The once sharp edges are now full of nicks, as if they have been soaked in acid, and even the metallic patterns on the axe face have become blurred.

The weapon of mortals, after only one clash with the flail of plague, has become like this.

"Did Theresa cut corners?"

Henry muttered something to himself.

He looked at the green figure again.

Plague Warrior.

Astartes, who fell into the clutches of the evil god Naruto.

  

Even among Space Marines, they belong to the most terrifying category.

Strength, stamina, and recovery ability are almost all at the monster level.

A Space Marine equipped with full power armor typically has their output measured directly in tons.

If its power is factored into the system, the value will fluctuate between 60 and 70 points.

Looking back at ourselves.

Even under the most ideal circumstances, if I activate the "Desperate Measures" skill, I will only have 15 points.

Moreover, it's currently a one-on-one duel.

Fortunately, I am not without advantages now.

While Nurgle's Blessing grants his followers terrifying defense, it also reduces their agility.

Of all the Astartes, the Plague Warriors are always the slowest.

The other side is a walking fortress.

Fortresses are meant to be destroyed.

not to mention……

Henry's blood was boiling, his skin was turning red, and his breathing was becoming increasingly heavy.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, and the sound of war drums was already echoing in the material world.

War, bloodshed, slaughter.

Kharyosis is watching this place.

It sensed Henry's thirst for power.

And so, the power from the subspace slowly surged forth from the depths of his body once more.

"What a great boss..."

"Blood sacrifice to the gods, skull offered as a seat."

The plague warrior opposite him clearly had no interest in hearing his remarks.

The chains suddenly tightened, and the flail came into Henry's view.

And it kept growing bigger in front of him.

It was too fast, much faster than Henry had anticipated.

boom--

The ground cracked open.

Henry tumbled out in a sorry state.

The spot where I was standing has now become a corrosive pool emitting toxic fumes.

Before I could even get up.

The second blow has already swept in.

The heavy iron ball flew past the helmet.

The third strike.

The fourth strike.

The fifth strike.

The entire battlefield seemed to have become a constantly shrinking cage.

Henry could only keep dodging and retreating.

The flail almost grazed his face.

If you're even half a second slower, your head will explode like a watermelon.

"This can't go on."

You have to get close, or it will torture you to death.

Approaching a plague warrior.

What a crazy idea, but only

The power granted by Khorne is helping him resist the plague aura.

The Knight of Lost Home gave him the courage to confront the devil.

Although courage is not always a good thing.

Henry accelerated, sprinting forward, heading straight for the Plague Warrior.

At that moment, the other party suddenly loosened the yoke.

The heavy weapon fell to the ground. Henry was stunned for a moment, then his hair stood on end.

That bastard is laughing.

The thing behind the helmet, which could no longer be called human, was mocking itself.

They didn't see Henry as an enemy at all; they just found him amusing.

Henry roared as he charged into the plague aura.

A putrid stench assaulted his nostrils. He dodged the grabbing hand, then with a burst of strength, swung the giant axe upwards, aiming straight for his head.

Then, it stopped.

The plague warrior stretched out a hand and caught the axe blade, as if it were a stick thrown by a child.

Its speed and power were far greater than Henry had anticipated.

The sluggishness he had shown earlier was all an act.

A cracking sound rang out.

The axe blade began to corrode, the metal peeled off layer by layer, and the cracks spread rapidly.

Henry immediately released his grip and stepped back.

It's too late.

The Plague Warrior's shoulder armor split open, and a fleshy mass covered in teeth shot out, biting into his shoulder.

A sharp pain struck as toxins were injected.

But soon, the tumor emitted a strange wail, the venom could not penetrate any further, and the boiling blood blocked the contamination.

The Plague Warriors seemed somewhat surprised as well.

Henry smiled, clutching his wound.

He tried to create distance while verbally mocking her.

"That's so unfair! Why don't you just take off your turtle shell?"

"Want to have a fair fight with me?"

"Oh, I forgot, guys like you probably don't even dare to look in the mirror."

"After all, you all turned to Chaos because you were afraid of death."

The Plague Warrior finally got angry.

His massive body accelerated, like an out-of-control heavy armored vehicle, charging straight towards us.

Henry's vision blurred.

In a daze, he seemed to return to the training grounds of Latai.

Instead of plague warriors, a four-horse chariot came towards them.

Iron wheels rumbled, warhorses roared, and riders brandished their lances.

"I must be crazy."

Henry sighed instinctively.

The illusion shattered.

boom--

He was hit head-on.

My chest felt like it was about to explode, my internal organs were about to be torn apart, and I was thrown into the air like a kite with a broken string.

But when the body is off the ground.

Henry, with a heavy heart, reached out and grabbed a section of chain hanging from the Plague Warrior's waist.

The toxins entered Henry's body along the iron chain.

But Henry also found an opportunity to hang on the Plague Warrior.

The Plague Warrior clearly hadn't expected this and reached out to grab it.

Henry dodged around its body, moving with the help of chains and armor protrusions, looking like a mad monkey hanging on a bear.

At such close range, the aura of plague eroded Henry's body.

The skin has darkened, and the muscles are twitching.

Even though the power of Khorne was being resisted, Henry still felt weak.

Finally, the plague warrior grabbed his leg.

It was smashed out hard.

boom!!!

The ruins exploded, steel beams broke, and a large amount of rubble flew everywhere.

Henry was embedded in the wreckage, his vision going black.

My left leg went numb, and all the bones in my body seemed to be screaming in agony.

Without the system-provided values, this blow would have been enough to smash him into pieces.

Footsteps approached.

The Plague Warrior approached, ready to end this cat-and-mouse game.

Henry lay amidst the ruins, watching the approaching green giant, and smiled.

"Do you know...?"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I'm not actually a real knight."

The Plague Warrior did not answer.

It raised its hand, ready to crush the mortal's head.

At this time.

Suddenly, an iron chain flew from a distance and wrapped around the plague warrior's arm.

"So I never thought about a one-on-one match."