Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

The refugees moved along the intricate corridors inside the ship.

Time has become a concept.

No one can say for sure how much time has passed.

As they continue to rise.

The surrounding environment is also quietly changing.

At first, only a few blurry afterimages occasionally appeared.

It resembles a holographic image that has been interfered with.

It flashed by in an instant.

Some people thought they were seeing things.

Until more and more people see them at the same time.

His expression was one of terror.

Run as fast as you can.

Some people kept turning around to look.

Some people ran while crying and shouting.

It felt as if something terrifying was relentlessly pursuing them from behind.

But no matter how others investigate.

The corridor ended in complete emptiness.

  

The group of soldiers walked past the crowd, some even overlapping with Balu's body.

It brings a nauseating, cold, and sticky feeling.

Then it disappeared.

It's as if it never existed.

"Those things just now..."

The young soldier's face turned pale.

No one answered.

Because nobody knows the answer.

That was, after all, a tragic image of the past remaining in reality.

No one can be sure.

Did that person actually exist?

Keep going.

More and more bizarre sights began to appear.

In a certain corridor.

The crowd saw a guard standing alone in the corner.

He had his back to the crowd, his shoulders heaving.

She appears to be crying.

But when Weeks raised his weapon and stumbled closer...

The humanoid silhouette suddenly disintegrated.

It flowed into the ground like a candle, melting directly into the metal grille beneath one's feet.

Only a badly worn military cap remained in the same spot.

Balu mustered his courage and stepped forward to kick him.

The military cap instantly turned into a pile of ashes.

It blends into the air, leaving no trace.

The atmosphere in the team plummeted to freezing point.

No one was willing to initiate a conversation anymore.

Every corner around us is filled with the unknown, and no one can tell what's going on.

What comes into view is the reality of the physical universe.

Or is it a dream refracted from subspace?

sometimes.

They would hear conversations coming from the end of the corridor.

The sound of wine glasses clinking.

A rude shouting and cursing.

The off-key singing.

It's like the daily life of the lower classes before this behemoth fell.

But when everyone followed the sound, they went to investigate.

There, apart from the cold, mottled steel bulkheads, was nothing but cold, weathered steel.

All that remained were traces of blood, long since blackened and dried.

The physical laws inside the ship began to collapse.

A hatch that was originally closed.

It might appear illogically on the other side of the wall after a turn of the head.

The same branch roads and pipe valves will appear twice in a row, like copying and pasting.

The bloodstained footprints would extend forward on their own, leading to a dead end with no way out.

Some mercenaries even swore, their faces turning ashen, that a figure standing in front of them looked exactly like them.

But when he caught up with his gun to investigate...

There was only a dark corridor ahead.

Weeks's face grew increasingly grim.

As someone who has lived on a void ship for a long time.

He knew what this meant.

The veil of reality is thinning, and the subspace is permeating.

The boundaries between two distinctly different worlds are merging.

Something hidden behind the curtain.

It is trying to tear open the rift and extend its tentacles into the material universe.

suddenly.

The last emergency light overhead flickered twice.

It returned to nothingness.

next second.

Laughter echoed from the depths of darkness.

The voice sounded like a woman's.

It's like a child.

Sometimes near, sometimes far, intermittent.

It was as if it were whispering right next to people's ears.

A disturbance broke out in the crowd.

Some people screamed, and some began to pray.

A mercenary whose nerves had been stretched to the limit finally broke down; he went mad.

His madness led to his discovery by the inhabitants of the warp.

And so... illusion became reality.

"Get out of here!"

"Get out of here!!!"

He raised his laser rifle and fired blindly in all directions.

The frequent flashes of gunfire illuminated his face, contorted with fear.

It also illuminated the equally terrified faces around them.

Then.

Everyone heard a dragging sound, as if something had reached out from the darkness.

The mercenaries' shouts abruptly stopped.

The laser beam then disappeared.

Darkness returned to its deathly stillness.

A few seconds later.

The lighting system restarted for some unknown reason.

The pale white lights once again illuminated the corridor.

The mercenary had vanished without a trace, leaving only a long trail of blood in his wake.

It extends all the way into a dark ventilation opening on the side.

No one spoke.

Balu swallowed hard, trying to appear calm.

"idiot."

"Serves you right for being scared to death."

Even so, he still subtly moved a few steps closer to Henry.

Then, he paused for a moment.

"Wait."

"What's that on your sword?"

Henry lowered his head.

The teeth of the chainsaw sword are slowly rotating.

A few drops of clear, viscous liquid dripped down the edge of the gear.

It made a faint hissing sound when it hit the deck.

It was as if some living thing had just been cut open.

"I don't know," Henry replied.

Balu opened his mouth, but ultimately decided to pretend he hadn't seen it.

Delving too much into these things is bad for mental health... Curiosity always allows chaos to take hold.

Just now.

Exclamations came from the other side of the group.

"God Emperor—"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A huge crack had appeared in the bulkhead on one side of the cabin.

Through that gap, one could see directly into the warehouse area on the other side of the ship.

And it was right there in the warehouse.

Several enormous creatures were slowly passing by.

Those creatures resemble insects.

However, this goes against common sense.

The swollen, rotting body was larger than a heavy transport ship.

When the transparent membrane wings flap, they drop large amounts of green powder downwards.

Countless compound eyes rotated continuously on the head.

They wander within space.

It looked like they were searching for something.

Fortunately.

The creatures did not notice the people at the gap.

After the terrifying figure disappeared into the distance.

Only then could everyone barely catch their breath.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Balu's face turned pale.

"How did this thing end up inside a ship?"

But a different voice answered him.

"Because this place is quickly becoming its paradise."

Everyone turned around.

The speaker was a crew member in the group.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes unfocused.

He kept muttering words to himself.

"The devil has come...we will all die."

"No one can escape."

"It's coming to hug me..."

His voice grew softer and softer.

It felt as if I had truly witnessed something beautiful.

Henry frowned.

"What did you see?"

The mercenary looked up and revealed an indescribable smile.

boom.

Gunshots rang out.

Blood splattered.

The mercenary fell backward.

He was still holding the smoking pistol in his hand.

Shortly after the body fell.

A blood-red branch burst forth from his chest and slowly grew.

Like a plant, it stretches outwards.

Its root system continues to expand outwards...

Repeat what the crew member said before his death.

Weeks leaned against the wall and fired another shot.

Smash that branch to pieces.

"Don't die with too much emotion in your heart."

The veteran laid down his gun.

"Fear, obsession, hatred."

"These will all become nourishment for chaos."

No one objected.

Because everyone has already seen it.

A woman in the group spoke, her voice trembling.

"So...should we continue forward?"

Weeks remained silent; he could not offer an answer.

He is not an expert in dealing with subspace.

He was just a veteran...

But veterans will die someday.

When he felt fear, when he became cowardly, when he became weak...

That day is almost here.

While everyone hesitated.

Henry strode forward.

He put the chainsaw sword back on his shoulder.

"Keep moving forward."

Everyone looked at him.

Henry did not turn around.

"At least we should die with dignity."

"Those who have given up their right to life... cannot enter the residence of the God-Emperor."

Some people in the group hesitated.

But I still caught up with him again.

Balu quickly took two steps to get closer to him.

Lower your voice.

"Did the God-Emperor really say that?"

"Not necessarily."

"Maybe it means something else?"

"A person has to say so much in their lifetime."

Henry shrugged.

"There's a chance that's one of those lines."

Balu remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter a single sentence.

"You might be able to get a bachelor's degree someday."

"You're not the first person to say this to me, but I still want to know why?"

"Because academics are best at deceiving people."

Balu laughed first after he finished speaking.

Some people in the group laughed out loud after hearing this.

The laugh seemed forced.

It wasn't exactly pleasant.

This eased the tension within the team somewhat.

……

The journey ahead is still long.

Those strange phenomena have not completely disappeared.

Occasionally, a phantom would flash by at the end of the corridor.

Some people heard the voices of their deceased relatives.

Some people also claimed to have seen their own bodies lying in pools of blood.

But oddly enough.

Those things could no longer take anyone away.

The people in the group began to learn to ignore it.

Upon hearing the call, they lowered their heads and hurried on their way.

If you see an illusion, look away.

Some people began to recite prayers.

Some people even joined Baru in swearing to bolster their courage.

No one knew that this was the protection of the God Emperor.

It was because of that seemingly absurd statement.

Continue up.

Signs of human activity gradually began to appear in the surrounding area.

Traces of gunfire, burned bunkers.

Molten steel plate.

Craters left by the explosion.

There were also large swaths of rotting flesh and blood, charred and burned by the flames.

The walls were covered with burn marks left by the flamethrower.

But everyone read the same message from these traces.

The humans here have triumphed over chaos.

They've won at least once.

"May the God Emperor protect you."

Someone was praying quietly.