Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

The further you go, the more you need to move forward.

The defensive fortifications that could be seen along the way became increasingly dense.

Damaged automatic turrets lay scattered on either side of the passageway, amidst layers of makeshift sandbag bunkers. Empty ammunition boxes and depleted energy batteries littered the ground.

Remains that couldn't be cleared away were everywhere.

Some of them were the bodies of the guards on the ship.

But more often, they are the corpses of chaotic creations rendered harmless by flames.

The closer they got to the end, the clearer the roar of gunfire became.

He told the fleeing crowd that there was good news.

—There are still people fighting ahead.

at last.

The group arrived at a spacious elevator platform.

At the end of the platform, a high alloy gate, tens of meters tall, stands blocking the way.

The gate is tightly closed.

A complete defense network has been built on the outside.

The heavy machine gun was mounted at the crossfire point.

The automatic turret slowly rotated, inspecting every corner.

Hundreds of soldiers stood ready, guarding against any creature that might try to approach.

In Henry's view, they should be the first layer of a whole line of defense.

Like the thin shell of an egg,

Its sole purpose is to buy a negligible amount of time for the blockade from above when chaos arrives.

Weeks, standing nearby, let out a long sigh of relief.

"We've finally found a complete unit."

He dragged his injured left leg and limped out of the group.

Raise both hands high above your head.

"One of us!"

"We are survivors from the second living quarters for left-wing groups!"

"Please let us through, we still have wounded here!"

  

The shouts echoed across the platform.

His response was met with the simultaneous raising of more than a dozen gun barrels.

With a click, the safety latch opened.

The heavy machine gun turned, and the beam of the automatic turret fixed on Weeks.

A cold voice came from the loudspeaker.

"Step back."

"Stop immediately! This area is off-limits."

Weeks paused for a moment.

"What?"

"We are allies!"

He subconsciously pointed to the tattered military insignia on his chest.

"Deck Security Force of the Voyager, 11th Internal Security Company, 6th Platoon Leader, Number A79-LS2-0647!"

"The region I'm stationed in has completely fallen! These are all loyal subjects of the Empire!"

"Under the Emperor's protection, we fought our way here..."

But the other party's response was only two simple words.

"Step back."

"I don't want to order my brothers to fire on their own people."

"But you are a soldier, you should know how to obey orders."

Weeks' cheek twitched twice.

"At least tell me why!"

"Why can't we go in!"

The other party did not reply.

Weeks took a step forward.

A high-energy beam of light grazed the edge of his boot, melting a charred hole in the steel plate.

This is the final ultimatum.

The veteran stopped and, after a moment, probably uttered a swear word from his hometown.

He turned and retreated back into the crowd.

……

"How is it?"

Balu immediately went to greet him.

Weeks' face darkened.

"Those bastards told us to get lost."

"There has to be a reason, right?"

Theresa frowned.

Weeks shook his head.

"no."

"They just said that entry is strictly prohibited here."

"I guess..."

He glanced at the refugees behind him.

"They're worried that Chaos cultists have infiltrated the ranks... perhaps similar problems have occurred before."

The moment those words were spoken, complete silence fell over the surrounding area.

Many people instinctively stepped back. Others quietly sized up their companions.

No one can guarantee that none of the people traveling together have been corrupted.

Even close comrades who know each other well may waver in their faith for a moment.

Chaos found an opportunity to exploit.

Gradually.

More and more people are turning their attention in the same direction.

That young man named Henry.

I don't know when it started.

The young knight has become the backbone of this refugee group.

People whispered among themselves, looking up at his retreating figure in silence.

Along the way.

Various rumors had already spread among the people.

Some say he comes from a long-lost knightly family and has returned to the stars with the honor of reviving his family.

Some say he was a lucky survivor of a plane crash, a person blessed by the God Emperor.

Some people even witnessed it themselves.

He single-handedly beheaded an angel who had fallen into chaos.

But no matter how incredible the rumors may be.

Everyone knew perfectly well that he was, after all, just a mortal.

They have no way out.

Continue forward to the upper level.

Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope.

Back behind, at the cabin that was overlapping with subspace.

Without strength and hope, they were doomed to die.

As everyone fell silent, Henry stepped out of the group.

Theresa quickly caught up with him and grabbed him.

"Wait, Henry!"

She lowered her voice.

"If we can't reach an agreement..."

"Try to avoid conflict; we can find other ways."

Henry stopped and turned to look at her.

"Are you worried about me?"

Theresa avoided eye contact.

"Idiot, I'm just afraid you'll act impulsively and lose your life."

"If you die, most people here will find it difficult to survive in the chaotic creations..."

Henry remained silent for a moment.

She chuckled softly.

"I also long to survive."

Believe me, I fear senseless death more than anyone else.

After saying that, he continued walking towards the defensive line.

Teresa was left standing there alone.

I watched his retreating figure.

……

"Put down your weapons!"

Dozens of guns were pointed at Henry.

For some reason, the soldiers behind the defensive line seemed even more nervous when faced with the young man who was walking alone.

It's unclear whether it was the terrifying blood of the Nurgle creatures in Henry's veins, or the subtle changes in his demeanor after several life-or-death crises.

Henry stopped in his tracks.

Henry stopped, placed the chainsaw sword on the ground, and raised his hands to show that he had no hostile intentions.

"We can talk. May I ask your name?"

A cold laugh came from the loudspeaker.

"Don't try to get too close to me."

"Mercenary, if you know what's good for you, take your men and leave immediately."

Henry raised his chin and shouted.

"What if the person standing in front of you was a knight from a family of knights?"

His voice was clearly audible on the open platform.

"A knight of the Carlos family."

"The heroic bloodline whose imperial glory still remains."

A commotion suddenly broke out behind the defensive line.

Many soldiers exchanged glances; although none of them had ever heard of the Carlos family,

But knight families are mysterious to ordinary people.

Most knight families live deep within the planets bestowed upon them by the Emperor.

Some even lowered their guns, fearing that they might offend the powerful figures and be punished in the future.

however.

The officer at the very front shook his head.

"It's a pity."

"Under the current circumstances, we are unable to verify your identity."

"If you are truly a noble knight, you should know better than us that the Empire has never lacked imposters."

His gaze swept over the fleeing group behind him, and he continued speaking.

"How can you guarantee that among those you shelter there are no criminals, no liars, and no traitors who have already succumbed to chaos?"

"We have come all the way from the boundary between reality and the Warp. If there were any disloyalists to the Emperor, their souls would have been taken by the Warp long ago."

"I swear in the name of knight Henry Carlos that their loyalty to the Emperor can be tested."

But Henry's oath meant nothing; the people above the stars did not believe in chivalry.

"I'm sorry, Knight, we can't believe your side of the story."

The atmosphere was somewhat tense, and the two sides remained deadlocked.

The guards' palms were sweaty; Henry's mere presence alone exerted a considerable sense of pressure on them.

Just then.

A bulky figure slowly walked out from behind the defensive line.

He was dressed in an exquisitely made robe, and his ten fingers were adorned with all sorts of rings.

"Don't be so nervous."

He waved with a smile.

"We are all citizens of the empire, fighting for the great emperor. There's no need to make things tense."

He looked at Henry, his smile widening.

"I can vouch for this knight who adheres to the ancient commandments."

"but……"

He drawled out the tone.

"I want to see for myself whether you truly deserve the title of knight."

"Can your bravery prove what you say?"

Done.

He nodded slightly to the side.

A tall figure slowly walked out of the defensive line.

The power armor on that person didn't seem to be the technology of the human empire.

Beautiful, slender, and flowing.

It was covered with a large amount of light blue and white armor plates.

The shoulder armor was decorated with unfamiliar geometric patterns.

The eyes behind the mask gleamed with a ghostly blue light.

Its overall size was nearly 2.5 meters, even taller than the plague warrior we had encountered before.

Balu couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"What is that thing?"

Weeks' face darkened.

"Titanium group..."

"How did they end up here?"