Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

With the complete death of the Plague Warrior.

Its death spread along with the ubiquitous decaying flesh and worms.

The sounds came from all directions.

Through the broken walls and thick fog, several green silhouettes were converging on this side.

These Space Marines had called each other brothers before they fell.

Even though it has become a non-human being, it still retains some of its corresponding emotions.

Henry withdrew his gaze from the distance.

"We have to get out of here."

He turned to Theresa and asked her a question.

"Can you keep up?"

He helped Teresa to her feet.

Try to make yourself look normal.

"sure."

"I have always been committed to exercising."

After saying that, he even tried to take a step to prove himself.

  

As a result, my legs went weak and I almost fell again.

Fortunately, Henry reached out his arm in time and stabilized her falling body.

Theresa felt her cheeks burning and quickly pulled her arm back.

He hurriedly broke free.

"That doesn't count."

"That was an accident."

Even now, she finds it somewhat unbelievable.

A mechanical repair guild apprentice.

A one-armed thug.

In addition, there was a guy who called himself a knight and seemed to be a living saint.

The three of them huddled together.

They were able to join forces to kill a fallen Imperial Angel, a Space Marine born through magical technology.

If someone had described such a feat to her yesterday...

Theresa would definitely suggest that the other person get their brain checked.

But today, a scene that she could never even dream of has become a reality.

Regrettably.

That was a fallen one who sided with Chaos, and with Nurgle.

His entire body was covered in toxins and filth.

Otherwise, no matter how great the risk.

She would always try to remove a few parts of the power armor and bring them back to the workshop.

I should at least keep some spoils for myself...

Even if there's a possibility of being summoned by the court, having their legs broken, and being dragged through the streets as a public spectacle.

Thinking of this.

Theresa suddenly noticed something.

"Wait."

"Has the injury on your leg healed?"

Henry lowered his head.

That's when I realized it.

The left leg, which should have been torn off by the plague warriors, has now fully recovered.

Even the pain disappeared.

He brought up the system interface.

A new piece of information emerged.

[Gain 10 talent points]

[Unlock: Siegfried's Blood]

The ancient hero Siegfried slew the dragon Fafnir and bathed in its blood, making him impervious to swords and blades ever since.

Perhaps you are not the dragon slayer.

But perhaps his blood flows in your veins.

[You demonstrated extraordinary resilience in battle; your armor has been permanently increased by 10.]

Henry glanced at the notification and then looked down at the consumption section.

Upgrade requires five talent points.

His lips twitched.

That's really expensive.

In contrast.

The cost-effectiveness of the "Break the Boat and Sink the Boat" strategy is outstanding.

Only two talent points are needed.

This can result in a significant leap in attributes.

Two points in Strength, Agility, and Weapon Skill Level can significantly boost Henry's combat effectiveness.

But this time, it's a battle against the plague warriors.

It still served as a wake-up call for him.

Teammate support won't always be available on the battlefield.

It's not always possible to trigger the condition of having more players than players.

I have suffered a lot because of this.

Thinking about this...

Henry immediately invested all ten of his newly acquired talent points into it.

Three layers of [Siegfried's Blood]

A warm current flowed through my limbs and bones.

Then it disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

Henry moved his shoulder joints.

No substantial changes were detected.

"..."

"It's best to get good value for your money."

He followed the trail left by Teresa and Baru.

Not long after.

They found Balu and the others.

The sounds of arguing could be heard from afar.

"I saved you!"

"You cripple, do you even know how to be grateful? Believe me, I'll throw you back right now!"

Balu waved his hands.

Emotionally agitated.

Weeks sat on a scrap metal plate, his sprained ankle swollen like a bun.

"I told you to get lost, why did you come back?"

"Can't you understand Common Language? You bastard!"

"Can't I come back with my brother to rescue them?"

"Then you can just come back by yourself!"

Weeks pointed to the young soldier next to him.

"Why did you bring him back!"

The young soldier hunched his shoulders.

They didn't dare utter a single word in rebuttal.

Balu became an instant sensation.

"You think I want to come back?"

"If it weren't for my brother Henry, who can't stand seeing a fool die in front of him, I wouldn't care whether you live or die!"

"You called me an idiot?"

Weeks sneered.

"Who would go to the Chaos Space Marines' aid to save someone? Only a fool would throw their life away for nothing!"

"So I didn't die!"

"That was just good luck!"

"Luck is also a part of ability!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

The two argued louder and louder.

The new recruit next to him became increasingly embarrassed.

Finally, they simply pretended they didn't exist.

Until Henry and others arrived.

The two then stopped.

Weeks fell silent.

Half an hour passed.

He looked up at Henry.

"You solved it?"

Henry shook his head in denial.

"We did it together."

Weeks was speechless once again.

After a while.

The veteran snorted and turned his face toward the bulkhead beside him.

"Thank you... Knight."

"But I don't have anything I can offer as payment."

"All our possessions combined are not worth as much as your battle axe."

Balu chimed in from the side.

"Actually, that axe doesn't fetch much money these days."

Henry resisted the urge to kick the guy into the ventilation duct.

After the team regrouped, everyone began to evacuate to the outer perimeter.

Along the freight corridor.

Scattered survivors gradually joined the queue.

The team gradually grew in size.

Someone is holding a child.

Someone was dragging their injured companion along.

Some people, clutching laser guns with empty magazines, followed at the back of the crowd with blank expressions.

They did not know each other.

But they all tacitly moved in the same direction.

live.

At the very least, we must survive.

The distant sounds of gunfire still echoed inside the Faraway.

The sound of the explosion could be heard through several layers of bulkheads.

Occasionally, you can feel a slight tremor in the ship's hull.

Fighting continues in other areas.

Those plague warriors are advancing deeper into the heart of the world.

Their location has been temporarily forgotten, or perhaps the monsters have a more important objective.

Fortunately, there weren't many enemies along the way.

More often than not, they are chaotic creations left behind.

They are like parasites breeding in rotting organs, distributed in this area that overlaps with the subspace.

Hiding in the shadows, waiting for the prey to pass by.

The group passed through an abandoned warehouse area.

A corpse hanging from the ceiling suddenly split open.

Dozens of teeth-covered tentacles shot out.

It rushed towards the crowd below.

Screams erupted as people fled in panic.

But next second.

The roar of the chainsaw sword drowned out everything.

Henry swept his sword across.

The tentacles, along with half of the corpse, were cut in half at the waist.

Black pus and blood were splattered all over the floor.

The crowd stared at him in disbelief.

Henry skillfully shook the dirt off the sword.

The movement was so natural that even he was taken aback for a moment.

I don't know when it started.

I'm getting more and more comfortable using this thing.

Even Henry himself had a strange feeling.

If I can find Rattay myself.

Participate in the sword fighting tournament.

I can probably call myself a chainsaw sword master now.

Although this title sounded somewhat outrageous in that era.

……

The group slowly trudged along the winding corridor.

Weeks walked at the front, dragging his injured leg.

He was limping.

He kept cursing under his breath.

It seemed that every step he took was a curse on the bastard who caused all of this.

But I have to admit.

This veteran knew far more about the lower decks of the Voyager than anyone else.

Henry walked beside him.

After thinking for a long time.

Finally, the long-standing question was raised.

Do you know where you can find intact warships?

Weeks turned his head away.

He looked at Henry as if he were an idiot.

"Do you know how to pilot a ship?"

"I don't understand at all."

"You mean...she understands?"

Weeks pointed at Theresa.

Theresa shook her head in response.

"don't know."

"Then it's pointless for you to ask."

Weeks rolled his eyes.

"To escape a subspace storm, a spacecraft must be equipped with a subspace engine."

"And the smallest Imperial ships equipped with that kind of engine were several kilometers long."

"You think that's a horse-drawn carriage you can just drive around on a dirt road in the countryside?"

"Can it be started just by picking any ship?"

"The operation of the bridge alone requires dozens of professionals, each with their own responsibilities."

"Star communicator, navigator, steering wheel operator, priest who soothes the soul of the machine, and technical genius who monitors the engine."

"If any link is missing, the ship won't move an inch."

Henry frowned.

"So what should we do?"

Weeks was silent for a moment.

Give the answer.

"Go find the owner of the Faraway."

"If anyone can take others off this ship, the ship's owner must be one of them."

Henry pressed for an answer.

"Where is he located?"

Weeks looked up at the ceiling.

His gaze pierced through the thick, multi-layered armor.

To the commanding heights of the giant ship.

"Upper deck, core area of ​​the bridge."

"That's assuming that person is still alive... This was a premeditated attack."

"There are human traitors and Chaos working together from the inside."

Everyone present knew the answer.

The bridge serves as the command center.

Possessing the most reliable defensive capabilities on board, it will inevitably become a key target area for the Chaos forces.

Go there,

It's hard to say they went to seek hope.

Or they walked right into a trap.