Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

"Ha ha, you unruly commoners, just wait for Lord Henry's triumphant return!"

The wind whistled in my ears.

Little Grey vigorously shook off Old Cold Leg, leaving Whitehead Wo Town far behind.

To be honest, Henry had never even ventured beyond the ten-mile-long wilderness outside the town in his entire life. The strange local beliefs and strict dogma prevented anyone from leaving the town.

But those guys took it for granted, like pigs locked in a sty.

Except for Salia.

Oh, what a beautiful name, a white flower blooming on a wild land, brave and resilient. Even Henry, who initially didn't want to have too much to do with this world, was deeply fascinated by it.

She was one of the few who supported Henry's dreams; she was a different kind of girl.

"Henry, is the heaven you speak of the abode of the God-King? Hmm, is that so? Well, I don't understand, and may your kingdom come to pass."

Silly girl.

Henry felt a surge of energy again as Salia's words echoed in his mind.

His future was so bright that he left Baitouwo Town. With his blacksmithing and medicine-making skills, plus his strength, where couldn't he find a way to make a living? A smart person, as long as he's willing to work hard, can always make a name for himself.

He spent more than a decade studying the systems that come from the brain.

Gradually figuring out the rules of this world, secretly saving money, and painstakingly crafting equipment.

What is the purpose?

All he wanted was to one day embark on a great adventure, achieve fame and fortune, return home in glory, give Salia the life she desired, and leave with her in a grand and glorious manner.

It doesn't matter where she goes, as long as she's happy.

however.

The beautiful vision couldn't even withstand two mountains.

Behind me, trees were being felled in swathes, and a strange metallic noise came from behind me.

Henry was startled and quickly spurred his horse on, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning, and dirt and leaves flew everywhere in the path trodden by the behemoth. The sound of the wind and the clanging of metal created a frenzied symphony.

A bipedal steel monster, taller than two people, trampled through the bushes and strode out with its mottled camouflage paint.

It's too fast and too huge.

This was clearly a land where firearms hadn't even appeared yet, but suddenly a bipedal walking mech belching black smoke appeared, so absurd that it made one wonder if they had traveled through time again.

It's like an old priest suddenly running up to you and telling you: Your dead father has just crawled out of his grave, holding a willow branch ready to whip your bottom.

Henry had lived in this land for so many years and had never seen anything like it.

It was so enormous, a purely industrial creation, that if it had actually existed before, Henry couldn't possibly have been unaware of its existence.

It's as if he knew the other was about to leave, and then suddenly appeared in this world, his sole purpose being to stop him...

  

"My legend has barely begun before a deus ex machina strikes?"

He roughly figured out what it was—a Sentinel mech from the Warhammer 40K universe, a science fiction universe setting.

He had previously wondered if he might have been transported to this world.

After all, when the people around you are constantly talking about the God-Emperor, any time traveler would probably doubt that they have arrived in Warhammer 40. Even when Henry was still an infant, he already had the idea of ​​ending his suffering.

However, more than a decade of peaceful life dispelled Henry's doubts.

A true agrarian society has no strange heretics or evil gods, no strange insects or aliens from outer space.

Although the residents are carefree, they are all good people. Despite the lack of resources, they are all living a happy life.

Moreover, it's a bit too much to ask yourself to survive in 40K with a system from Kingdom Come: Deliverance. You should at least have transmigrated to Warhammer Fantasy.

Over time, Henry stopped thinking about it too much and simply regarded the title "God-Emperor" as an honorific for the ruler. After all, in his original world, there was also an empress with the title "Holy Mother God-Emperor." Who knows how many God-Emperors there are in this world?

"So your God-Emperor really is that God-Emperor who sits on the golden throne!"

Henry felt a buzzing in his head.

Things that seemed off before now all make sense.

I never imagined I would be so lucky, born on a feudal planet, in a remote place where human empires and all sorts of strange creatures wouldn't bother with me, where everyone here looks human, and where all the crops and creatures are pretty much the same as on Earth...

How is that possible!

Henry felt that he was still drunk from yesterday and was still dreaming.

He was jolted awake by a burst of bullets whizzing past his ear.

He suddenly remembered what the priest had said before he left yesterday: he had sent someone to a nearby city to invite a "knight" to deal with the heresy.

At the time, he thought it was quite intimidating.

But looking back now...

"Wait a minute."

"The knight he's talking about, could it really be that knight?"

Suddenly, a distorted electronic noise came from behind him, and Henry shuddered. He dared not think any further, because no matter what the answer was, it would not make his situation any better.

The worst thing right now is the reality before our eyes.

He secretly glanced at the system panel:

Strength: 6+0

Agility: 6+0

Vitality: 6+0

Eloquence: 10+1 (Commoner)

There has been no change at all.

The third layer of "Desperate Measures" is gray and unresponsive.

I checked again, but there was still no response.

"No way..."

Henry's face gradually turned pale.

The trigger condition is being outnumbered and outgunned; there is only one person who can chase him.

Although this "person" is sitting in a sentry mech that is two stories high and has a heavy machine gun mounted on the side, and their combat capabilities are vastly different, the system obviously does not think so.

It seems that, in rigid judgment logic, a pilot plus a mech is still counted as a unit.

The result was still one.

"You're pretty meticulous, fucking."

Henry almost cursed out loud.

Without any special attributes, he remains the same country blacksmith who can forge iron, brew medicine, and hang out on the streets.

Even if Henry could activate his talent, he wouldn't have much of a chance of winning. Even if there were ten times as many humans, it would be impossible for them to survive being stepped on by something weighing forty or fifty tons.

Such extraordinary individuals are the hardest to remove from shoe soles. Right now, Henry's exceptional wisdom tells him to utilize his superhuman eloquence.

"brother!"

Henry turned his head with difficulty. "We can talk this over!"

The only response he received was the roar of engines.

"I think there must be some misunderstanding here! Really! I am actually the God Emperor's most loyal follower!"

Da da da da—

The heavy machine gun spat fire, bullets swept past the horses' hooves, and mud and gravel flew everywhere.

Little Gray was so frightened that it let out a howl and ran even faster.

"Okay, okay! Actually, our misunderstanding isn't that big!"

Henry quickly changed his tune, "Well, can we at least chat? Sir, what are the benefits like in your defense force? Are meals provided? Is there a pension? Is the death benefit paid to the individual or their family?"

This time, the other party finally responded.

The machine gun barrel, aided by a remote locking system, was aimed at Henry. (VidCom-17)

Henry wisely shut his mouth. "I understand. Looks like the benefits aren't great."

Finally, the chase came to an end, and a large pothole, washed out by rain, appeared on the muddy road ahead.

Little Grey used its hind legs to propel itself into the air, its movements so graceful it made it look ten years younger.

Henry, on the other hand, flew off his horse along the original trajectory.

The man and the horse parted ways peacefully in mid-air.

Time seemed to slow down.

Henry saw himself leave the saddle, saw Little Grey land steadily, and even glanced back at him.

The look in his eyes was hard to describe; he was probably confirming: if something was lost, it wasn't me, then everything is fine.

The next second, bang—

Henry, armor and all, crashed into the roadside bushes, breaking branches, sending dirt flying, and countless leaves swirling in the air.

The world seemed to have been turned upside down.

After a long while, Henry slowly opened his eyes. His head felt like it was being struck with a hammer, and his ears were ringing. He felt as if he had been hit on the forehead.

The scene before me turned crimson, the trees twisted and turned, and flames erupted in the forest.

But as Henry blinked, everything returned to normal.

"They're still alive..."

He spat out a mouthful of sand and said, "At least the money spent on this armor wasn't wasted."

He looked towards the road, but Little Grey had already vanished without a trace. Not only was the horse gone, but even the medicine he had hung on its back hadn't been left behind.

"You beast!"

Henry gritted his teeth. "You eat more than anyone else all the time, but when it really matters, you run away faster than anyone else. If I survive, I'll rename you the 'Runaway General'!"