Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

The chains suddenly tightened.

The other end.

Balu was gripping the iron chain that had been taken from somewhere.

Most of his body weight was resting on it.

The other end of the chain was wrapped around the plague warrior's arm.

On the other end, he tied it to a load-bearing pillar.

"I'm going crazy!"

Balu braced his feet against the gaps in the deck, his face flushed red.

"I must be out of my mind to stay and put up with your crazy antics!"

The Plague Warrior slowly turned his head to look at Balu.

Then.

The massive shell pulled backward with force.

The load-bearing column groaned, and countless cracks appeared on its metal surface.

The color drained from Balu's face.

"Wait."

"Let's talk this over."

The pillar began to tilt.

at the same time.

Yellowish-green rotting matter climbed forward along the iron chain.

Like some kind of sentient mold, it crawled up the chains all the way to Balu.

The plague warrior did not immediately break free of his restraints.

It seemed to enjoy the process.

Enjoy the struggles of ordinary people.

Enjoy watching them fall into a desperate situation step by step.

It had been a long time since it had encountered so many annoying prey at once.

The long-lost joy made it decide to give these mortals, who were like moths drawn to a flame, some extra care.

"This is outrageous!"

Balu watched the corruption draw ever closer.

They unleashed the chains and ran away.

  

The load-bearing column finally collapsed.

A steel structure weighing tens of tons collapsed towards him.

Balu let out a series of incomprehensible screams.

He lunged forward, using both his hands and feet.

Just then.

The newly fitted mechanical prosthesis on the right side operates automatically.

Metal fingers reached for the holster on his waist.

Draw your gun.

Pull the trigger.

Three brass bullets accurately struck the heavy rock falling in Balu's blind spot, shattering it prematurely.

Amidst the flying debris, he rolled forward.

They just barely escaped being buried.

Balu lay sprawled on the deck, gulping in oxygen.

He examined the new arm.

"Praise be to Om Messiah, the god of all machines."

I'm starting to like you.

Two more seconds passed.

"Wait a moment."

"Did Teresa somehow transfer some dead person's used goods onto me?"

the other side.

Henry struggled to lift his head from the ruins.

The gaze passed over the devastation and landed on the top of the residential area.

A large cargo crane was suspended there.

Working precariously.

Below the crane.

A large, fully loaded shipping container is slowly moving along the sliding rails.

It hung right above the Plague Warrior's head.

Inside the driver's cab.

Theresa was frantically pounding on the control panel.

While filming.

They poured holy water onto the control panel.

"May the mechanical god forgive my offense."

"May the prayers to appease the soul of the machine be effective."

"I hope this pile of junk doesn't go on strike now."

She kept repeating it to herself.

He pushed and pulled the stiff joystick with both hands.

however.

The chaotic creations below had already noticed the anomaly above.

Large clumps of blackened, rotting flesh climbed upwards along the main column of the crane.

The dense tentacles intertwined, like a turbid wave rising against the current.

Outside the open hatch of the cockpit.

A lump of flesh covered with fine teeth bounced in.

Theresa gasped in surprise.

He raised his leg and kicked the target.

The mass of flesh traced an arc in the air.

They fell back into the ruins below.

But that kick also caused her to lose her balance.

The crane's support structure had already been damaged by artillery fire.

At this moment, it is subjected to force again.

The entire boom suddenly tilted to one side.

"This is terrible!"

Theresa was thrown out of the driver's seat.

All that was left were his hands, gripping the door frame tightly.

Hanging in mid-air.

The containers above also began to veer off course.

……

Amidst the ruins.

Henry had a clear view of everything.

At the same time, he caught a glimpse of the wreckage lying in a pool of blood not far away.

Beside the incomplete body.

The chainsaw sword lay silently, its hilt broken.

Henry gritted his teeth and propped himself up.

Every bone in his body was protesting; he had almost lost all feeling in his left leg.

But driven by his will, he still stood up.

Walk toward that weapon.

Finally, I grasped it.

And at the very moment he touched the hilt of the sword.

Henry was stunned.

Because he saw a pair of hands.

Pure white, delicate, ethereal.

It gently covered her hands from behind.

hum-

The chainsaw sword, which had lost power, spontaneously ignited and started up.

The saw teeth rotate at high speed along the track.

It erupted with a high-pitched roar.

The Plague Warriors have already noticed him.

He slowly turned around.

Welcoming this mortal who has stood up again.

Henry began to run, dragging his injured leg.

faster and faster.

faster and faster.

Finally, it turned into a charge.

The plague warrior raised his fist.

It crashed down with a deafening roar.

Henry raised his sword to parry.

A deafening roar erupted as metal clashed.

The gap in strength remains significant.

But at the moment of impact, a familiar feeling surfaced in Henry's mind.

[Master's Strike]

The combat experience from the masters flowed by.

The chainsaw blade brushed against the enemy's fist and deflected smoothly.

Draw the attack to the side.

The Plague Warrior lost his balance for the first time.

Henry had already closed in.

The chainsaw sword plunged viciously into his exposed, decaying internal organs.

Black blood and yellowish-green pus gushed out together.

The wildly spinning metal gears cut mercilessly.

Large swaths of blackened, rotten tissue were shredded to pieces.

The plague warrior lowered his helmet.

He stared at the weapon embedded in his torso.

Somewhat hesitant.

The source of corruption that they themselves are so proud of.

It was impossible to leave even a trace of rust on the blade.

Followed by.

next second.

The monster, unusually, took a step forward on its own initiative.

Let the serrated edge continue to penetrate deeper into the body.

Henry's pupils contracted.

But the plague warriors remained stationary.

It was as if I had fallen into a long-forgotten memory.

Chaotic, fragmented, and out of reach.

Through its tainted psychic perception, it saw a planet that had been forgotten for millions of years.

Azure sky.

The grass is lush and green.

Blood relatives.

And there was the version of myself back then, before I bowed down to chaos.

That memory is too distant.

The distance was so great that it evoked a feeling that was difficult to understand.

anger.

It suddenly flew into a rage.

Those past glories should have long since faded away.

It's just an insect!

The plague warrior raised his arms, ready to smash Henry into a pulp.

And right at this moment.

Henry suddenly spoke up.

"You're going to die."

The Plague Warrior paused for a moment.

Henry rammed into it.

It all depends on seizing the right opportunity.

While the other party's thoughts were still not calmed down.

The enormous object was pushed back a step.

The next step is the second step.

third step.

Henry used the rotting leg armor as leverage to leap into the air.

He then smoothly withdrew the chainsaw sword.

It brought out a string of black, foul-smelling blood.

The plague warriors were forced to retreat.

Henry pressed forward relentlessly, his longsword flashing and slashing.

One step at a time.

at last.

The two sides struggled back to the bottom of the container that was hanging in mid-air.

Everything fell into place naturally.

May the God Emperor protect you.

Boom! ...

The container, weighing tens of tons, fell vertically after losing traction.

The plague warriors were hit with perfect accuracy.

The metal enclosure has been severely deformed.

Dust and blasts of air shot into the sky.

Henry rolled to the side to avoid the impact a second before it occurred.

It stopped outside the affected area.

And in mid-air.

Theresa's physical strength had also reached its limit.

My wrists trembled uncontrollably, and my vision was blurred by sweat.

Fortunately, a spare safety rope was still fastened to the waist of the work clothes.

Just as her fingers lost their strength and fell downwards.

A figure sped over the tilted wreckage.

Open your arms.

They caught the falling engineer safely.

Theresa gazed at the face so close to hers, her face flushing slightly.

My heartbeat had calmed down after a long time.

He spoke in a low voice just now.

"I'm starting to hope you're not a saint."

Henry looked puzzled.

"What saint?"

Theresa turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.

"I didn't say anything, I just didn't expect it."

"I never thought I'd encounter such a bizarre experience in my entire life."

And shortly after they landed.

Behind the ruins, thick smoke billows.

The brief peace was shattered by the creaking of metal and the wails of monsters.

The dented container was slowly lifted up by a tremendous force.

A filthy arm peeked out from the edge.

Then.

It is an incomplete upper body.

The monster trapped in chaos was still alive.

Even the power armor shattered extensively under the heavy impact.

Half of his torso was crushed into a pulp.

Even so, it is still active.

It opened its mouth, which was covered in pustules, and roared.

Calling out to the rest of our plague-stricken comrades.

However, there was no response from any direction.

Their previous arrogance led to their excessive dispersion on the battlefield.

The battlefield is too vast.

There was absolutely no way that reinforcements could arrive in time.

Henry gently laid Theresa down.

Pick up that chainsaw sword again.

Moving forward step by step.

The sound of war drums resounded once again in the material world.

The owner of the brass throne cast an expectant gaze.

The sacrifice is about to be completed.

The sacrifice is about to be completed.

Henry read aloud an unfamiliar prayer, and a girl's voice could be faintly heard in it.

"If my fist must shatter flesh and bone."

"Give it the infallibility of punishment, not the pleasure of killing."

"If my sword must drink blood."

"May the flower of compassion bloom from the pool of blood."

"Let this power..."

"Be your storm."

"Not my rage."

The plague warrior unleashed a final, defiant roar and charged forward.

Henry walked towards him.

The chainsaw sword drew its final arc.

puff-

The head flew off.

It tumbled several times in mid-air before finally crashing down among the ashes of the wreckage.

Plague Warriors are not easily killed.

But now, dead.

This is also an unchanging outcome in the material world.

The sound of war drums abruptly ceased.

It is waiting for the next time.

An opportunity to seize Henry's soul.