Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

The defensive line finally opened up to the refugees.

The long-silent alloy gate slowly opened outwards.

The sounds emanating from the hydraulic system were more pleasing to the ears than any melodious tune in the world to the refugees who had long suffered from chaos.

Before the garrison could even urge them on...

Some people in the line ran inside crying.

They kneel on the ground, kissing the cold steel plate with their hands, or tightly hugging strangers around them, letting tears wash over their faces.

They finally crossed the boundary between life and death, leaving behind that nightmarish place.

An officer came out and waved.

"Everyone was checked in turn, took off their coats, and put down their weapons."

"No crowding."

These words gradually calmed the agitated crowd.

Along the way, they had witnessed too many tragedies caused by Chaos, and they understood the guards' wariness of Chaos.

The defenders set up a portable scanner.

Several medics wearing hazmat cloaks stood on both sides.

Holding holy oil and purifying spray, they carefully examined each person's body.

Ensure that there is no corruption, no physical changes, and no contamination of the soul by the shadows of the warp.

Only after confirming that everything is correct will the vehicle be released.

When it was Henry's turn...

The soldier in charge of the inspection hesitated for a moment.

His gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the bloodstained chainsaw sword.

She tried to look away, but her gaze met that of the knight.

He swallowed hard, completely forgetting to reach out and take Henry's weapon.

Henry offered to hand over the chainsaw sword.

"Do you need to get checked?"

The soldier quickly waved his hand.

"No, no need. I wish you good luck in your military campaigns."

  

He was terrified.

"Sir Knight, please."

……

The investigation continued after Henry's death.

The vast majority of people passed successfully.

Their time in the subspace overlap region was ultimately not very long.

The warp hadn't yet found the loophole in their minds.

Despite being on the verge of mental collapse, his soul still belonged to the God-Emperor.

However, in the end, some people still failed to pass.

The scanner emitted a piercing alarm.

A middle-aged man was deathly pale.

Before he could explain, two soldiers grabbed his arms and dragged him out of the ranks.

"No! I didn't!"

"Please! I haven't betrayed the God-Emperor!"

His shouts gradually faded into the distance.

The only response he received was the crisp sound of the metal bolt being pulled back.

boom.

A gunshot rang out.

Then several more shots rang out.

Everything fell silent.

Henry instinctively stopped in his tracks.

I want to look back.

A hand gently covered his wrist.

It was Theresa.

She didn't turn around, but shook her head almost imperceptibly.

"There's no need to go see it, is there?"

Henry remained silent.

Theresa continued.

"At least we survived, knight."

Henry opened his mouth.

But he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Just then.

A sudden burst of laughter interrupted his thoughts.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Sir Knight!"

The obese businessman strode over.

The smile on his face was so warm, as if he were seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"What a magnificent duel!"

"Please allow me to offer my sincerest respect once again."

"I've traveled the galaxy for so many years and have seen quite a few so-called knights."

"But someone as outstanding as you is truly a once-in-a-lifetime individual."

He bowed slightly, his manners impeccable.

"Your bravery has won me over."

Henry simply nodded calmly.

"Thanks."

The businessman's smile grew even wider.

"Actually, I've always had a small request."

"If you're willing, sir... I'd like to hire you."

Henry shook his head.

"I am a knight."

"I know."

The businessman smiled and waved his hand.

"A knight from an ancient knightly family, now a free blade, walking alone across the galaxy."

Even so, they still haven't forgotten their family.

Such loyalty is truly admirable.

As he said this, he pulled Henry aside.

After confirming that no one was around, he whispered.

"However, Henry."

"You should also think about yourself."

Henry frowned slightly.

"What do you mean?"

The businessman sighed softly.

"But what you knights seek may not actually exist in the galaxy."

"But I can give you something else."

He held up two short, thick fingers.

"If you would be willing to be my bodyguard, accompany me to the tarmac."

"I can help you secure the development rights to an unclaimed colony."

"There."

"You can establish your own territory."

"Rebuild your knightly family."

"Even regain your followers."

Henry listened quietly to his terms.

In the end, he shook his head.

"Feel sorry."

"I'm not interested."

He looked toward the Titan woman in the distance who was wiping her longsword.

"Besides."

"You already have a powerful enough protector."

The businessman followed his gaze.

His smile faded slightly.

"yes……"

He lowered his head.

He seemed to be seriously thinking about something.

After a moment of silence, he smiled again.

"The journey of the Faraway is nearing its end."

"I hope you can reconsider."

"I can help you get more positions."

"You must have a reason for risking your life to come here."

"Don't let those ancient precepts bind your future."

Henry, of course, could not agree to his conditions.

It wasn't that he had any particular belief in chivalry.

However, his knighthood cannot withstand scrutiny...

If the court comes knocking on your door.

My own fate might not be any better than that of a nobody who managed to get on the ship.

Thank you for your kind offer. I wish you all the best in your future endeavors.

"But I can't just leave like this."

After saying that, he turned and walked back towards the group.

He returned to the team.

Balu immediately came over.

"What did that fat guy say to you?"

"He said."

Henry smiled.

"He wants to hire me as his bodyguard to escort him off this ship."

"You refused?"

"Um."

Balu touched his mechanical arm.

"Then can you ask for me?"

"Does he still need a one-armed marksman who can hit the bullseye every time?"

Henry gave him a helpless look.

Balu chuckled twice.

"Just kidding, how could I abandon my brothers and run away?"

The voice just fell.

Theresa slapped him on the back of the head.

"You..."

"Why can't you control your mouth when you have free time?"

Balu rubbed his head.

He muttered to himself.

"I was just trying to ease the tension..."

Theresa ignored him.

Instead, he looked at Henry and said...

"You should say yes to him."

Henry shook his head.

"I have my own goals... By the way, Theresa, do you know about the tragedy of Santa Celestine?"

Balu poked his head out again.

"What place is that?"

"Judging from the name, it sounds like the place where some saint sacrificed himself."

Henry remained silent for a moment.

"I have no idea."

"I only know this name; it appears in my hallucinations."

Theresa chimed in.

"It's amazing, it's like the God-Emperor has been guiding you all along."

"I hope it wasn't some kind of warp spell."

……

The broadcast started.

The lifting platform has resumed operation.

The group walked onto the platform one by one.

Some people finally let their guard down and burst into tears.

Someone slumped onto the cold deck.

The surviving mercenaries hugged each other tightly, celebrating their escape from hell with unrestrained laughter.

On the other side of the platform.

The Titan woman stood quietly behind the merchant.

She noticed Henry's gaze.

Gently raise your hand.

They performed a greeting that belonged to their own tribe.

Henry nodded slightly in response.

The lifting platform began to rise slowly.

The defensive line beneath their feet gradually shrank.