Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Deep within the lower decks of the ship.

In a walkway that will never be trodden by humans again.

Two searchlights illuminated the darkness, but their beams didn't reach very far.

A thick layer of grayish-white spores floated in the pillar of light, drifting down slowly like snow.

With each breath.

The spores would be stirred up and fly in the air.

The filter of the gas mask cannot give its user any sense of security.

This place no longer resembles a man-made ship.

The normally cold steel walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with a layer of dark red fleshy membrane, which undulated slowly like a living thing, with fine blood vessels pulsating within, transporting blackish-green liquid in all directions.

Occasionally, a large, yellow pustule would swell up, then burst open with a pop, spewing out a foul-smelling gas.

Plants that no one had ever seen before grew in the cracks of the deck.

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They have no branches or leaves, only translucent stalks that grow out of the steel, each topped with a cap the color of rotting flesh.

The edge of the mushroom cap dripped mucus continuously, and each drop that landed on the ground stirred up a series of tiny wriggling movements.

It looked as if countless tiny insects, invisible to the naked eye, had burrowed into the steel plate.

In the distance, a tangled vine slowly twisted.

Strands of intestine covered in granulation tissue intertwined and slowly crawled along the corner of the wall.

hum-

Countless flies swarmed around the entire corridor.

Some of them are as big as a fist, with transparent abdomens through which you can see maggots constantly writhing.

Some of them have two pairs of wings, and their compound eyes resemble yellowish human eyeballs.

Many more clung to the fleshy membranes on the wall, constantly sucking up the seeping bodily fluids.

Snapped!

A fly had just crawled into a criminal's sleeve when he swatted it dead.

The green slurry immediately splattered all over the gloves.

"Pooh."

The criminal shook his hand in disgust.

"You said those guys dragged us out of prison... what were they asking us to find again?"

The companion walking ahead, holding a flashlight, answered impatiently.

"It seems like they're looking for the most corrupted areas..."

The light swept across the front.

A huge mouth full of fangs cracked open on the entire wall, then slowly closed again, as if nothing had happened.

He shrugged.

"God knows where it is."

"Everywhere here looks the same."

"Even if we are found, we'll probably be dead!"

The criminal behind him muttered a curse.

"We should just run away ourselves."

"I don't believe those gentlemen would actually spare my life."

A mouse suddenly darted out from under my feet.

It was almost the size of a dog, hairless, with its skin covered in dense, yellow pustules, and its tail split into several constantly wagging whiskers.

The criminal kicked him.

The rat rolled around on the ground a few times, its pustules bursting one after another, but it turned over and scurried into the darkness as if nothing had happened.

"Where can we escape to?"

The criminal in front gave a wry smile.

"Either way, I'm going to die."

"Besides, at worst we can just find any place to go back to and tell them that the place was the most corrupt."

He chuckled.

"Anyway, the bigwigs at the top won't come down to investigate themselves."

The two continued forward.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor.

pat.

pat.

……

I don't know when it started.

The footsteps sounded like three people.

The criminals behind him frowned.

He stopped and listened carefully for a while.

The third footstep disappeared.

"...Speaking of which..."

He turned around.

"Long arms, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Hmm? Long arms?"

It was pitch black behind me.

Only the beam of light from the searchlight was swallowed up by the dense darkness.

The criminal walking in front turned around, looking completely bewildered.

"What do you mean by long arms?"

"Aren't there just the two of us here?"

The criminal behind him was stunned.

"impossible……"

"He was right behind us the whole time!"

His voice grew increasingly urgent.

"It's that guy with the really long arms!"

"Have you forgotten? That pickpocket! He didn't say a word the whole way!"

The other person was just standing there.

The lenses of the gas mask were covered with a layer of grayish-white dust.

Those eyes, hidden behind glasses, revealed no emotion.

But I don't know why.

The criminal suddenly felt afraid.

A chill, without any apparent cause, crept up my back and up my neck.

He slowly turned his head.

Behind.

The corridor we came from has disappeared.

All that remained was an impenetrable darkness.

From the depths of darkness, faint, rustling crawling sounds could be heard continuously.

It felt like something was stepping on flesh and blood, slowly approaching them.

Heh...

lol...

A suppressed laugh rang out from the darkness.

Like a happy child.

Countless voices overlapped.

Green pus flowed from the darkness, overflowing from the surrounding walls.

The criminal's face turned deathly pale.

"run!"

He turned to run away.

But his companion grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Don't……"

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inhuman.

The panicked criminal struggled desperately.

scoff-

He suddenly ripped off his companion's entire arm.

There was no blood at the cut.

Only countless snow-white maggots gushed out like a fountain.

They crawled all over the ground along the severed arm, and then climbed up the criminal's boots.

The body that had lost an arm was still standing there.

He slowly raised his head.

The mouth behind the gas mask had split open all the way to the ear.

"turn up……"

"It's you."

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the corrupt ship corridor.

The criminal stumbled and ran forward frantically.

Behind him, countless flies took flight at the same time, making the entire corridor seem to come alive.

The shadows cast by the lamplight became distorted and chaotic.

At the same time.

On another, more distant corridor.

Henry suddenly stopped at an intersection.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the constantly writhing darkness on his left.

Balu nearly bumped into his back.

"What's wrong?"

Henry did not answer immediately.

He listened intently for a few seconds.

Like...

Someone is screaming in agony.

The sound was distant, as if separated by a thick wall, intermittent and almost indistinguishable.

"I heard some sounds."

Baru also cautiously raised his rifle and looked around.

But there was nothing around them except for the flesh and blood spreading unconsciously.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're just hallucinating. Nothing would be surprising here."

"Besides, there are only a few of us in this area..."

"If you ask me, you should really call that guy and give him more people... instead of this bunch of ugly ducklings."

Henry did not refute this.

He glanced at the darkness once more.

Finally, take another step.

The three continued forward.

The doctor stepped onto the deck, which was as soft as internal organs, carefully avoiding a constantly wriggling clump of fungal growth, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"I shouldn't have come with you... Even if I wanted to stay here..."

"They couldn't bear to kill me."

Balu didn't even turn his head.

"Nobody forced you to come with us."

"You can definitely go to one of the other safer teams."

"Those passages had been cleared before, and many people used them."

"No matter what, bad things will never happen to you."

The doctor opened his mouth.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

Yes.

Nobody forced him.

Even he himself didn't know why he would voluntarily apply to join this team.

He had clearly seen with his own eyes the knight at the very front, bathed in the blood of a demon yet remaining uncorrupted.

That fighting style was almost like that of a wild beast.

By any measure, he doesn't seem like someone you can trust.

But rather...

For the past few days, he has been having the same nightmare every night.

I dreamt that the upper deck turned into ruins, and countless demons crawled out from underground.

Poisonous fog filled the air, and corpses littered the fields.

At last.

Only one knight stood firm amidst the demons, bathed in green light.

He had always believed that dreams and reality were opposites.

But rather than believing that the upper defenses could hold out until Chaos departed, he was more inclined to believe that the knight before him was truly a savior.

"By the Divine Emperor..."

He muttered something under his breath, as if trying to convince himself.

pat.

A piece of rotting flesh the size of a palm suddenly fell from above and landed at his feet.

The doctor shuddered and almost dropped his medical kit.

Balu glanced back and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're such a scaredy-cat, how about I take you home?"

The doctor kicked the piece of rotten flesh away in annoyance.

The rotting flesh fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then slowly stopped wriggling.

They walked another ten meters or so forward.

The three of them finally arrived in front of a huge alloy gate.

The door is almost unrecognizable from its original state.

Layers upon layers of dark red flesh completely sealed the door, with countless tentacles of varying thicknesses wrapped around it, rising and falling slightly in rhythm with each breath.

Balu pulled out the ship's structural diagram, which was already crumpled and creased.

He looked at it over and over again, then looked up and compared it to the symbol next to the door that was almost covered in blood and flesh.

"That's roughly where Warehouse Number Twelve is..."

He scratched his head.

"It should be."

"possible."

The doctor glanced at him.

Are you absolutely sure?

"These blueprints are older than me; it's a miracle we even found them."

Baru rolled up the drawings again and said.

"Those supplies inside have probably long since become nourishment for chaos."

"No wonder those officers didn't think about taking this place back."

He grinned.

"Henry, we might just run into another fallen angel."

"The Fallen—"

The doctor hadn't finished speaking.

Clang—!

The chainsaw sword suddenly roared.

The roar of metal echoed throughout the corridor.

Henry stepped forward, and the chainsaw, burning with sparks, slashed fiercely into the flesh covering the door.

Foul-smelling pus splattered everywhere.

The flesh and blood seemed to have a life of their own, and immediately began to writhe wildly.

A dozen thick tentacles suddenly sprang out from the door, lashing out at Henry like venomous snakes.

They were met with a sweeping attack of serrated teeth.

Countless tentacles were severed.

The remaining limbs writhed wildly in mid-air, spraying a foul-smelling, dark green liquid, before falling to the ground, still twitching.

Large pieces of rotten flesh were continuously shaving off.

The heavy metal gate finally reappeared.

Beneath the thick rust.

One distorted number can still be vaguely discerned.

12.

"This is it."

Henry sheathed his chainsaw and stepped back.

Baru immediately stepped forward and took out two magnetic breaching explosives from his tool bag.

"Fortunately, those guys were fairly generous."

Skillfully securing the explosives to the door hinges and lock.

He stroked the outer casing of the explosive while reciting a prayer for it.

"Holy saltpeter and anointed iron, finely forged... what was it again... anyway, I hope you can carry out your mission."

It was accompanied by two crisp magnetic clicks.

The explosives were firmly attached to the gate.

Barula pulled out the detonation wire and retreated to Henry's side.

"Alright, Henry, I'm about to open the door."

"You need to be careful..."