Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

"What does it mean to call someone a knight?"

Cass frowned sharply.

"Can't you even verify identities?"

The soldier who came to report lowered his head.

"...I'm sorry, sir, we've lost too much file information."

"And that guy..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, a series of banging sounds and shouts came from outside the conference room.

Then, with a "bang,"

It looked like someone had been slammed onto a metal plate.

Then another disturbance ensued.

"Stop him!"

"Don't let him pass!"

"Damn it! Hold him down! My hand is about to break!"

Everyone in the conference room looked toward the door.

"What's wrong now?"

Outside the door, another soldier stumbled in.

Half of his face was swollen, and his military cap had flown off somewhere.

He leaned against the door frame, catching his breath several times, before he could speak.

"We...can't stop him."

  

Cass's face darkened.

"Useless! Do you expect me to handle everything personally?"

He grabbed the sidearm from the table.

"Get him out."

The soldier with a bruised and swollen face hesitated.

"That knight... he said he knows something about Chaos and must tell you in person."

An officer behind them couldn't help but interject.

"Every day, refugees here say they've seen the devil."

"Some people say that the Emperor appeared to him in a dream last night, telling him to dismantle our reactor. You don't need to pay attention to such a madman."

But Cass fell silent.

A knight appeared on the merchant's ship and was about to come to him at that moment.

He said he had brought intelligence about the enemy...

Even the most inept assassin wouldn't come up with such a flimsy excuse.

But it was precisely because of this that he hesitated.

The Free Blade is a group of unpredictable people.

Sometimes they act as robbers for profit, and sometimes they will stand against an entire sector for a stranger or for justice.

They could be loyal warriors of the emperor, or they might have already sided with Chaos during their long wanderings.

No one can say for sure what they know or what they plan to do.

Cass isn't a believer in miracles, but what if...?

Anyway, the situation couldn't possibly get any worse.

Moreover, I also need an opportunity to breathe fresh air and relax my mind.

His military boots trod across the floor, which was covered in footprints and bloodstains.

People in the meeting room stood up, instinctively wanting to follow.

"The rest of you stay."

Cass did not turn around.

"Continue to produce that personnel statistic for me."

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and walked out.

His adjutant quickly caught up and handed him a power sword.

Cass took the weapon and tucked it back into his waistband.

A number of soldiers had already gathered in the corridor.

Fully prepared and ready to go.

They followed their superior officer to the outer perimeter.

……

the other side.

Henry slowly released the last soldier.

The young man's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

He wasn't seriously injured, except for a punch to the chest that left him breathless for a while.

I received the worst beating of my life.

Henry straightened his helmet and then placed him against the wall.

Then he turned around.

They picked up the laser guns scattered all over the floor one by one and neatly stacked them in the corner.

After doing all this, he let out a soft breath.

He hadn't originally planned to take action.

But the people here didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

It starts with the first sentence, "I want to see the commander here."

He was met with impolite language.

then.

Things have turned out this way.

Of course, Henry may also bear some responsibility here... a small part.

Perhaps I was too hasty.

But he had no other choice.

The old man in that hallucination had no reason to lie to him.

As long as the relic remains on the ship, this area will continue to attract Nurgle's followers.

more and more.

Until the entire Voyager was completely transformed into a loving father's garden.

Sometimes, he wondered if he should stay here...

Ultimately, the fate of the Far Voyager had little to do with him.

I came to this ship in a daze, fled in a daze, and ended up here in a daze.

Perhaps he really is an Oglin reincarnated...

Thinking of this, his thoughts drifted back to when he left.

Theresa.

Balu.

Wesker, and that other guy...

The group of people gathered around the campfire, laughing and drinking.

They always seem to find something to make them happy, finding joy even in hardship.

So much so that Henry ultimately chose to leave without saying goodbye.

Why?

Henry himself couldn't explain it.

They are all very good people.

At least, they're much better than me.

The God-Emperor will bless the kind-hearted; they should all have good fortune.

They should live longer.

If I continue to travel with them.

One day, those damned evil gods will find them by following my lead.

Henry did not want that day to come.

As for myself...

He no longer cared.

The four Chaos Gods are all preoccupied with their own souls; they will not easily let go and have endless time to torment themselves.

If I live, they will chase me.

Even if I die, they will still try to take it.

Henry slowly raised his head.

At the end of the line of sight.

A young officer was leading dozens of soldiers toward them.

The officer was very young.

He was so young that he didn't even seem like a commander capable of leading this region.

But those eyes looked like they had been through decades of war.

exhausted.

Indifferent.

There was also a hint of barely suppressed anger.

Cass first looked at the soldiers on the ground.

They are all still alive.

Although some people were beaten black and blue, they were groaning and clutching their stomachs.

But no one was actually seriously injured.

After a while, they got back up and were still a group of good young men.

Then, his gaze fell on the corner of the wall.

There were more than a dozen laser guns neatly arranged there.

The gun barrels were pointed outwards, deliberately arranged by someone.

At last.

He finally spoke.

"What shall I call you, knight?"

Henry looked at him.

"I am a knight from the Carlos family of Bohemia II."

"Henry".

Cass nodded.

"So, Mr. Henry..."

"Is this the chivalrous etiquette you follow?"

A soldier on the ground slowly woke up, struggled to raise his hand, and tried to speak out in protest.

But Henry kicked him unconscious again.

"I wanted to reason with them, but they didn't give me the chance."

Cass gave a cold laugh.

Do you think I'd believe that?

"I came with a message that could save this ship, but I was treated unfairly."

"Sharp-tongued, the madmen on this ship are all like..."

"The Crown of Corruption"

Cass was interrupted by Henry.

But before he could get angry, he was drawn in by the content of the words.

"A Nurgle relic was brought to this ship, and it attracted Chaos here."

"I need to destroy it, for the sake of this ship."