Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

"Thank you for your blessing, sir."

"But if He were really here, no one on this ship would die."

Henry uttered words that bordered on blasphemy, but the old man before him did not react much.

He closed the holy book in his hand and slowly spoke.

"But if it weren't for Him..."

"And how did you come to be standing before me?"

"I'm more convinced that I did it myself."

When the gods no longer respond to mortals, mortals must find their own way to survive.

The old man nodded slightly.

"It seems so."

He said.

"You've been through a lot, those memories have reshaped you... Would you like to share them with me?"

Just as the old man finished speaking.

Henry suddenly smelled something.

Incense.

A rich and ancient incense.

It seemed to drift from deep within a church.

The sound of prayers gradually filled my ears.

It was very far at first.

Then it got closer and closer.

It's getting clearer and clearer, getting closer step by step.

It was as if hundreds or thousands of people were reciting sacred words at the same time.

He frowned and looked around.

The figures of people coming and going around me have become blurred at some point.

Everyone's silhouettes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

Even the sound gradually disappeared.

All his senses could no longer perceive reality.

In the entire world, only the old man remained standing before him.

  

The old man called out softly.

"Henry".

Henry's pupils suddenly contracted.

This old man...

How could I know my own name?

A chill ran down my spine and up to the back of my head.

Henry slowly stepped back.

His expression gradually turned cold.

"Is this another one of your tricks?"

The old man frowned.

"What?"

Henry stared intently at him, a slight smile creeping onto his lips.

"The cunning and treacherous."

The old man was stunned.

"What kind of treachery—"

Henry had already rushed forward.

He punched the old man hard on the bridge of his nose.

The force was so great that the old man's body leaned backward.

The old man was completely stunned.

Blood started flowing from my nose.

"etc!"

The second punch landed on his left eye.

"Listen to me—"

Henry grabbed his beard.

His forehead slammed into it.

Boom!

The old man's vision went black, and he staggered backward.

"Tyrant!"

Henry practically roared it out.

"You're trying to drag me into your magic tricks again!"

The old man finally came to his senses.

"You brat! I—"

Henry gave him no room for explanation.

He pounced on it like a wild beast unleashed from its cage.

His shoulder slammed heavily into the old man's chest.

Henry rode on the old man's back.

He was holding his beard with his left hand.

His right fist slammed down like a torrential downpour.

"Get out of my head!"

With each punch, the world around him trembled.

The steel corridor began to twist, and the walls transformed into flowing light that moved outwards.

Outline some neat lines.

The prayers grew louder and louder.

Golden cracks appeared on the ground.

Henry, however, acted as if he hadn't seen anything.

Keep throwing punches.

Until the final punch landed.

The whole world collapsed.

……

When Henry opened his eyes again and saw the scene before him clearly...

He was only holding a black robe in his hand.

The people inside are gone.

He slowly raised his head.

The surroundings were no longer those of the Faraway.

In its place stood a temple of indescribable magnificence.

Hundreds of meters high pillars rise straight into the dome.

Pure white marble stretches all the way.

The pure white curtains fluttered in the wind.

Solemn hymns echoed throughout the entire temple.

Holy light poured down from the sky, and countless golden dust particles drifted slowly within the pillar of light.

And at the end of the temple.

The old man was standing there.

Beneath the beam of light, bathed in its light.

only……

He looked somewhat disheveled.

The robe is gone, and the bridge of the nose is crooked.

His left eye was swollen and purple, and a large tuft of his beard had been torn off.

The old man touched his nose.

He was in so much pain that he kept hissing for breath.

Then he looked at Henry.

A look of helplessness.

"Henry, I come bearing the will of the God-Emperor."

"I am not your enemy."

Henry picked up the chainsaw sword that had somehow reappeared at his feet.

The engine roared to life.

"Then tell the God-Emperor to come himself, Tzeentch!"

The old man's facial muscles twitched, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

at last.

He couldn't help it.

"Oh shit!"

"I'm going to teach you a lesson today, you brat!"

He ripped off the remaining half of his robe.

His ridiculously large body was exposed.

His chest, shoulders, and back were covered with crisscrossing scars.

Each one felt like a real life-or-death experience.

A heavy hammer appeared in the old man's hand in an instant.

The hammer fell to the ground.

The entire temple trembled.

Henry didn't want to say a single unnecessary word.

He drew his sword and charged.

The chainsaw sword slashed fiercely at the old man's shoulder.

The old man simply stepped to the side.

With a gentle flick of the hammer handle.

Henry was sent flying.

Before they could even stand up straight...

The hammer had already struck his left leg.

A sharp pain shot through me.

Henry didn't even utter a sound, and instead turned around and pounced back.

The more the old man hit the wall, the more his headache worsened.

This young man is clearly like a knight, but when you fight him, he's like a thug.

"stop!"

"Listen to me first!"

His answer was a sword aimed directly at his face.

The old man raised his hammer to block, sparks flying everywhere.

"I'm really not—"

Henry kicked him again.

The old man was so angry that his veins were throbbing.

"Do you even have a brain, you brat?!"

He finally stopped holding back.

The speed was so fast that it defied common sense.

It's as if the power comes from outside the body...

Henry didn't even have time to swing his chainsaw.

His wrist had already been struck hard, and the intense pain almost made him drop his weapon.

Followed by.

knee.

Shoulder.

elbow.

The old man struck four times in succession.

Each blow caused Henry to gasp in pain.

"Stand up!"

The old man shouted loudly.

"Again!"

Henry gritted his teeth and lunged forward again.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Henry finally lay sprawled out in the center of the temple.

My limbs ached as if they were filled with lead.

He was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift a finger.

The old man was also exhausted and out of breath.

He carelessly tossed the hammer on the ground.

Then he plopped down next to Henry.

He took a couple of breaths and suddenly raised his hand.

He slapped Henry on the forehead.

"I finally understand."

The old man rubbed his swollen eye sockets.

Gritting his teeth.

"Why hasn't Tzeentch captured your soul yet?"

Henry tilted his head.

The old man slapped him again.

"Because you're an idiot."

"Stubborn as Oglin, destined to suffer."

"Pooh!"

The old man spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and let out a long sigh of relief.

"They've finally behaved themselves."

The temple returned to silence.

A long time passed.

The old man stood up again.

His body was once again enveloped in light.

Those bruises and swellings on his face began to heal little by little.

Listen carefully.

"My name is Celestine, and I am the Emperor's most loyal subject..."

Henry chuckled.

"If you were Saint Celestine."

"Then I shall be the emperor."

The old man's eye twitched, but he forced himself not to slap him again.

"Go to the place where I died, and stop a betrayal... The God-Emperor will bestow upon you the grace you deserve."

Henry closed his eyes.

Why should I believe you?

The old man remained silent for a while.

He finally sighed.

"The God-Emperor knows what you are looking for."

Henry's body stiffened abruptly.

"And the answer you've always wanted to know, but never found out."

"Go there, and He will tell you everything."

Henry slowly opened his eyes.

The light in the temple began to dim, and the old man became increasingly blurry.

"Time is up."

"That's what the old man said."

"Damn it, it's all your fault, you little bastard."

"There's one more thing."

The old man's voice began to fade into the distance.

"All the hardships you are experiencing now come from a crown."

"Nurgle's followers believe that by obtaining that blasphemous item, they can gain more of the Father's grace."

"As long as it remains in this area."

"The filthy retinue will continuously gather here."

"You will never find true peace where you are."

The last time the old man spoke was when he spoke.

"besides……"

"Next time we meet, remember to ask my name first."

"Don't start hitting me right away...it fucking hurts."