Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Henry stood firmly on the layer of rotting flesh.

Instead of feeling any solid ground beneath my feet, it felt like sinking into a boiling, viscous swamp.

Every step of the movement.

Rotten tissue then oozed outwards from the edge of the boot sole.

It made a strange, gurgling sound.

The stench that hit him almost suffocated him.

Countless germs, spores, and toxic fumes floated in the air.

They distort the surrounding air, a concrete manifestation of plague and disease.

Henry swayed, a metallic taste rising uncontrollably in his throat.

He coughed up a thick, foreign substance mixed with dark green blood.

The rotting flesh on the soles of his feet suddenly burst open, and countless pale, wriggling little creatures gushed out from the chaotic mass of tissue like a spring.

Countless white maggots

They caught the scent of the living and snaked their way up Henry's boots.

Those tiny creatures burrowed into the crevices of the armor.

It squeezed greedily into the lines of the skin, through the wristband.

Searching for every hole that can penetrate flesh.

A cool and slippery sensation spread rapidly across Henry's body, gradually numbing his nerves and plunging his consciousness into a chaotic abyss.

  

He seemed to see the sky twisting and turning erratically before his eyes.

The jumbled and unintelligible whispers flooded my ears like a tidal wave.

They speak of the greatness of a loving father.

Its love can travel from the subspace into reality.

All he wanted was to let down his guard and allow his weary frame to fall into a deep sleep in this mud.

Take a nap.

Anyway...

It won't get any worse, and the world after we wake up won't be any worse either.

"Thump."

The drumbeats suddenly pounded into his chest.

The sound was like a heavy hammer blow driven right into the heart.

"Thump—"

Before the echo had faded, Henry suddenly opened his eyes.

The body, which had started to feel cold, quickly warmed up.

The skin has turned an unnatural reddish-brown.

Thin wisps of white smoke emerged from the gaps in the armor.

The maggots that had crawled inside struggled frantically, as if they had fallen into a furnace.

Curled up.

Burnt.

Finally, it turned into charred ashes.

Even the toxins inhaled into the lungs dissipate as if burned by flames.

Khorne is still blessing himself.

She seemed like a girl whose lover had been stolen by a third party.

Knowing there was no hope,

Yet she stubbornly stayed there, waiting for her lover to turn back.

Henry paused for a moment.

He then shook his head violently.

"It seems I'm really quite poisoned."

"How could I possibly have such a bizarre fantasy?"

He gripped the chainsaw sword with both hands.

He stabbed her hard.

boom--

The high-speed rotating saw teeth finally tore open the thick outer skin on the back of the rotting fly.

Green pus and blood gushed out violently.

The shrill screech of a carrion fly is enough to shatter an ordinary person's eardrums.

Its massive body writhed wildly.

I want to throw the person on my back off.

But Henry didn't give it a chance at all, hanging tightly on the chainsaw sword.

His body was almost suspended in mid-air.

The monster shook violently.

It went completely insane.

Its segments inexplicably folded backward.

The sharp bone spur pierced his back, simultaneously penetrating Henry.

It pierced through the shoulder armor, tore through the waist guard, and shattered the back armor.

Henry clenched his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain that pierced his torso.

His hands, however, seemed to be welded to the sword hilt.

And as time goes by.

The monster finally heard the drumbeats on Henry's body...

Originating from subspace, it naturally knew what the drumbeats meant...

It gradually began to feel fear.

Fear often means the end of life.

Henry regained his balance amidst the tremors.

It drew its sword and slashed fiercely through the gap in the monster's flapping wings.

With a deafening roar, those rotten wings that blotted out the sky were brutally torn apart.

The entire wing membrane, along with the internal skeleton, flew out.

A body that laser cannons cannot penetrate.

It was easily cut in half by a chainsaw sword.

It's hard to say how much of it comes from the power of the warp.

The monster, having lost its balance, tumbled in mid-air.

Human limbs began to appear on its body surface.

Several human faces pleaded with Henry in different words.

But Henry gave it no chance to breathe, and plunged the sword in again.

"Demon, stop mimicking human lamentations."

Henry said coldly.

The chainsaw struck again.

The originally jet-black sword blade turned a strange dark red as the pus was splattered.

Its color is like fresh blood, hot and fiery.

"They strip the living of their bodies, yet they don't understand what life truly is."

The flies finally got completely out of control.

It fell toward the deck.

It is still struggling.

It tried to fly towards the crowd.

But Henry repeatedly plunged the chainsaw sword into its body.

It kept adjusting the direction of its fall.

a little.

A little further off.

Stay away from the panicked crowds.

At last.

The massive object, weighing tens of tons, crashed heavily into an empty freight yard.

The billowing smoke and dust engulfed everything, and the enormous creature, convulsing, still tried to catch any living things around it.

It struggled, unwilling to die.

It twitched and raised its head.

It opened its mouth, which was covered with sharp teeth.

It lunged at Henry.

What greeted it was a chainsaw sword falling from above.

The sword tip pierced through the skull.

It disappeared into the ground.

The rotting fly struggled for a moment.

Finally, the world fell silent again.

One of the first soldiers to arrive collapsed to the ground.

Keep climbing backward.

His lips were trembling.

"The God Emperor..."

"By the Divine Emperor..."

Green blood flowed slowly, spreading along the deck and outwards, continuing the demon's dying wish.

And that knight covered in blood.

I stood quietly atop the monster's corpse.

far away.

Cass finally arrived with reinforcements, and he witnessed everything that was happening before his eyes.

Silent for a long time.

At last.

He slowly uttered a sentence.

"May the God Emperor protect you... Just what are you?"

Henry did not answer; his body swayed slightly.

He then jumped off the body.

He was looking for someone, so he handed over the chainsaw sword.

"Could you help me with this? I can't carry it anymore."

Everyone took a step back without prior arrangement.

They only discovered it at that point.

Henry was soaked in the blood of the devil.

Green slime dripped continuously down the armor.

Now, he is also a walking source of plague.

Just when everyone was at a loss.

A hand covered in white armor reached out.

He caught Henry's chainsaw sword.

"Thank you..." Henry stared at the cold, imposing titanium mask.

After a moment of lapse, I tried hard to recall that string of syllables.

"...Susa?"

"Shas』ui T』au Kais."

"You really should give yourself a human name."

Henry swayed.

"Shaswui".

"...You never told me this before."

The voice just fell.

His body suddenly went limp, and he fell forward.

Shaswui instinctively supported him.

Only then did she realize with surprise that the armor on Henry's back had already cracked.

A wound that almost ran across his entire back was constantly oozing blood.