Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Henry slowly opened his eyes.

First, a blurry white light appeared before my eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a burning pain came from my face.

Snapped.

Another slap is about to land.

Henry instinctively raised his hand and grabbed the wrist that was about to slap him again.

Balu was taken aback.

"Oh, Henry, you're awake."

Henry glanced at the brand-new mechanical prosthetic limb, then touched his face.

"Next time you wake me up, could you please not slap me with your new arm?"

Baru then realized what was happening and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot in my haste."

He scratched his head awkwardly.

"I was going to gently pat you awake, but you know, I'm a bit of a nutcase, being a newbie."

"That slap of yours is enough to wake a dead man."

Several onlookers couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Balu chuckled twice as well.

"It seems she's really awake. You've worried us so much."

Teresa then squatted down.

She held up two fingers and waved them gently in front of Henry's eyes.

"Can you see it clearly?"

"able."

  

Are you feeling dizzy?

"A little."

"Do you remember what just happened?"

Henry remained silent for a moment.

"I think I... fought a dead old man. He was really good."

Balu blinked.

"Did we win?"

"We lost."

"Oh, that must be a dream."

Balu nodded seriously.

"Dead people generally can't beat living people."

Henry couldn't help but glance at him.

"What kind of logic is that?"

"That's how my mother lied to me when I was a child."

Baru shrugged.

"Since then, my father, who died young, has never appeared in my dreams again. He was terrified of me."

Theresa couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But he quickly realized it was inappropriate and stopped smiling.

She gently touched Henry's forehead.

No fever.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You were walking alone just now, and suddenly you collapsed and started talking nonsense."

"We thought you had been bewitched by chaos."

"This place is too close to the subspace overlap zone; people are having mental breakdowns every day..."

She stood up and looked ahead.

"Let's find a place to rest first."

"You need to get some sleep now."

……

The group moved forward with the flow of people.

The upper decks remained crowded.

But compared to the lower classes, the people here are relatively more detached from the chaos, and at least they still maintain some semblance of dignity.

Someone was squatting in the corner repairing a torn military boot.

Someone brought over some planks and built a small shed that could barely provide shelter from the wind.

Several women were gathered around an iron pot, cooking mushroom chunks and starch together, which they had somehow acquired.

It doesn't taste particularly good.

But it was enough to make a hungry person stop and look.

Several children stood by the pot, constantly swallowing their saliva.

The pot isn't cooked yet.

They've already started guessing whether they'll get a second bowl today.

War never stops because of a meal.

But people still need to eat.

We still have to live.

while walking.

Theresa suddenly stopped.

She took out a strip of blue cloth from her small bag.

It was an old piece of cloth that had been washed until it was faded, and I don't know why I'd never seen her wear it before.

She untied the wire binding her hair and used a strip of cloth to tie her disheveled hair back up.

He skillfully circled around several times.

Finally, tie it into a simple ponytail.

It made her look younger and cuter.

She had just finished tying it up.

He then noticed that Henry had been watching him the whole time.

Theresa blinked.

"Is it pretty?"

Henry looked at it carefully for a while, then shook his head.

"It's not suitable for you."

Theresa was taken aback.

Why?

"It's too neat."

Henry said.

"You suit the natural look better, like when I first met you."

Balu immediately burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, you really should learn how to compliment people."

Theresa rolled her eyes at Henry.

But they didn't remove the cloth.

She simply patted her hair lightly.

"You can't keep wearing it like that forever."

"It's too inconvenient when working."

She stole a glance at Henry.

"I still need to make myself look more presentable."

But Henry didn't notice her gaze; he was looking around.

Some of the refugees were even humming tunes, like some kind of local music from another planet.

Although he is tone-deaf.

However, this also drew a few rounds of applause in agreement.

Several newly acquainted mercenaries were sitting together, rolling dice.

The loser was cursing and swearing.

The winner burst into laughter.

Several engineers sat on ammunition boxes, using empty shell casings as chess pieces, playing a game of chess that Henry had never seen before.

He finally couldn't help but ask.

"I always thought..."

"The war against chaos is not over yet, and people shouldn't be like this."

Theresa followed his gaze, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

"What else could it be?"

"Crying together in each other's arms?"

"Or do you just wait for someone to rescue you every day?"

She looked at the people who were smiling.

"Henry, we must live."

"Find joy even in hardship, and chaos will stay away from us."

"Ordinary people will find their own way."

The voice just fell.

A scream suddenly came from ahead.

A man suddenly stood up from the crowd.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The facial skin flowed like melted wax.

A horrifying gash appeared on his chest.

He held aloft a rusty dagger and shouted wildly.

"A loving father is watching—"

He didn't even utter the last word.

A sapper who was moving steel plates nearby grabbed a wrench and smashed it on his head.

Followed by.

The two resting soldiers pounced on them almost simultaneously.

One person stepped on the corpse.

Another person raised a laser gun and fired three more shots into the head.

The entire riot lasted less than ten seconds.

Someone dragged the body away.

Someone came over with a bucket of water and washed away the bloodstains on the ground.

The person who had just been singing paused for a moment.

After the body was dragged away, they continued singing.

Henry stood there, watching the patch of ground that was quickly washed clean.

He didn't speak.

Theresa did not speak again.

When they arrived at the upper deck residential area.

It had gotten completely dark.

To be precise.

The ship proactively turned off most of its lighting.

In order to save energy.

Only a few scattered emergency lights remained in the entire area.

The light was dim and yellowish.

Large areas were shrouded in darkness.

This place originally belonged to the people of status aboard the Voyager.

The rooms are almost fully occupied now.

Armed soldiers stood at the entrance.

They continue to refuse entry to new refugees.

"It's full."

"Next place."

"This place is full too."

"Keep moving forward."

But the answer was still the same.

More and more people are forced to carry their luggage and find places to sit on either side of the corridor.

Some people simply spread blankets on the floor.

Someone crawled into the abandoned repair shop.

Some people even put several wooden crates together to use as their bed for the night.

Henry and his group eventually stopped as well.

We found a relatively spacious place.

Baru picked up a few pieces of cardboard from a packing box from somewhere.

Weeks dismantled another broken table.

The group lit a small fire.

The flames illuminated the faces of the people in the circle.

It also dispelled some of the chill in the cabin.

Not long after.

Balu mysteriously pulled an iron wine jug from his pocket.

It swaggered around triumphantly.

"Guess what I got?"

Weeks took a sniff.

His face was all wrinkled.

"liquor?"

"certainly."

Balu chuckled.

"A truly fine item; you'd be hard-pressed to find this treasure on any other ship in the Empire."

"I traded two boxes of bullets with someone."

He said he poured a little for everyone.

The wine was yellow and cloudy.

It smelled like rotten fruit soaked in a diesel drum.

Balu, however, looked completely captivated.

"Come."

"To survive."

The group gently tapped the iron cup together.

I took a sip.

next second.

Everyone's expression changed.

Weeks coughed until his face turned completely red.

Theresa frowned and put down her cup.

Balu himself was so choked that his eyes rolled back.

"Oh shit……"

"Was this batch of wine mixed with shoe polish today?"

Henry also took a sip.

There was a moment of silence.

Suddenly he said.

"It doesn't taste as good as the one I brewed."

Balu almost burst out laughing.

"You can also brew wine, Henry?"

"You're just bragging."

Henry just smiled.

There was no explanation.

The firelight illuminated his profile.

I don't know why.

Theresa suddenly felt that the smile was much fainter than before.

It seemed like he was thinking about something else.

She gazed at him silently, feeling a tightness in her chest.

Henry was a very special person.

She knew it from the moment they met...

Henry's world was different from theirs; his eyes reflected a different scene.

They were only temporarily traveling together because of an escape and an accident.

He is a true knight.

They will continue on their own path.

And that road.

She couldn't even imagine it.

Theresa gently hugged her legs.

Bury your chin in your knees.

The firelight flickered gently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim in front of her.

Henry has never had anyone talk about his past...

Thinking of this, she lowered her head.

For some reason, my eyes suddenly felt hot.

the other side.

Balu was completely drunk.

He was holding up a wine jug.

Her face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

"Ha ha!"

"I'm free!"

"Most of my creditors are dead!"

"The remaining few... couldn't possibly have escaped here."

"He's probably dead too!"

"From this day forward, I am free!"

No one ignored him.

But Balu got more and more excited as he talked.

"Once all this is over, I'll sneak onto a ship to go overseas. I'm going to..."

"Where was I going again...?"

He scratched his head for a long time.

I just couldn't figure it out.

One last slap on the thigh.

"never mind!"

"Wherever Henry goes, I go!"

"To hell with that...that tragedy!"

"The Tragedy of Santa Celestine".

Henry corrected.

"right!"

Baru raised the wine jug.

"The God Emperor saved my life, so I should make a pilgrimage to him."

"Wait until my brother receives his fiefdom."

"I'll be his knight."

"No."

"To be an aristocrat!"

He collapsed after saying that.

He even forced himself to keep his head up.

"At that time..."

"I want to marry three..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

His head tilted to the side, and he started snoring.

The flames flickered gently.

No one spoke anymore.

Exhaustion finally overcame everything.

One by one, people fell asleep.

Theresa leaned against the wall.

My consciousness gradually sank into sleep.

Just as she was about to fall asleep.

She saw it vaguely.

Beyond the firelight.

A familiar figure stood up gently.

Alone.

Slowly, I walked into the darkness.