Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Baruch was practically dragging Henry along.

A tremor came from behind.

The chimes echoed along the corridor.

Henry blinked hard, but it was no use; everything in his vision was blurred.

The corridor in front of me kept swaying.

The blood and flesh on the wall, Balu running, the doctor stumbling behind him...

Everything began to melt, like a pool of inferior grease melting under the scorching sun.

In Henry's presence, it became a completely different story.

……

Whoosh!

A basin of icy well water was splashed in my face.

Henry jolted awake and opened his eyes.

The scene before me was a bit dazzling.

The early summer sunlight streamed through the cracks in the wooden window, casting beams of light.

Dust danced between the beams of light.

It was spinning, and it didn't know where it would fall.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A girl's clear laughter came from the doorway.

As soon as Salia put down the chipped wooden basin, she put her hands on her hips and deliberately furrowed her beautiful eyebrows.

He tried to put on a serious face like an adult.

"You've finally decided to let go?"

She sniffed and backed away with a look of disgust on her face.

"Smell yourself."

"He was practically pickled, he smelled awful."

Henry lowered his head.

  

The rough linen clothes clung to his body, sticky and mushy, long since stained with various unidentifiable medicinal liquids, turning him into a tattered rag.

Dark green juice was dripping from the cuffs, and there was a large hole in the trouser leg with a charred edge.

He raised his hand and touched his face, only to find his hand covered in soot from the bottom of a pot.

His hair must have turned into a bird's nest by now...

Salia finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What exactly are you doing in there all day? What are you cooking?"

She peered over Henry's body and saw a colorful mass in the pot.

"I told you that a long time ago."

"Don't always try to be clever; you're still an apprentice."

"Who puts everything into a pot?"

"If you really want to poison yourself, at least stay away from me."

She muttered to herself as she picked up the wooden basin again.

He laughed and splashed a small amount of water on Henry's face.

"Go wash up quickly."

"If you keep smelling like this, you can forget about coming into the house tonight. My dad will definitely scold you."

……

When was that again?

Henry paused for a moment.

Cool water droplets dripped down my chin onto my collarbone, making me feel a little itchy.

Oh……

I remembered.

At that time, I was still in Baitouwo Town.

All I could think about was how to unlock the alchemy talent in the Kingdom Come: Deliverance system.

He locked himself in front of the makeshift alchemy table almost every day.

Salvation Dry Wine, Calendula Elixir, Stag Elixir, Curse Elixir... and the perfume I wanted to give to Salia.

Henry desperately wanted to bring all those things from the game to life.

But reality isn't just about typing on a keyboard and using a mouse.

On Bohemia II, he couldn't find any plants that belonged to Earth...

Even if you finally manage to find a substitute.

The timing of boiling the water, the grinding time, adding an extra coin or an extra ounce—all these can ruin the entire pot of soup.

More often than not.

What awaited him was a muffled "bang" and a pot of slag billowing black smoke.

The pot exploded again and again.

Starting over again and again.

In the end, only the calendula ointment and the savior dry wine were successful.

……

and many more.

Why...

I suddenly started thinking about these things. Have I started having these thoughts running through my mind?

Henry's brow furrowed slowly.

These memories came so naturally.

Naturally...

It was as if someone had thoughtfully opened a dusty old diary for him and even pointed to a line of text for him to read aloud.

The bright sunlight that was just moments ago has faded.

The edges of my vision started to blur again.

Salia was blown away by the wind like a sand painting, leaving only a dark and bleak gray landscape.

At last.

Balu's figure reappeared in sight.

He was gripping his own shoulders.

It kept shaking.

Its mouth opened and closed, as if it were shouting something.

It could reach Henry's ears.

But it turned into another voice.

It sounded like a dying old man breathing in my ear.

It's like thousands of people talking while holding their noses at the same time.

Is it another attack from the warp?

Henry bit his tongue hard.

The rusty taste spread in his mouth, cutting off his thoughts that were beginning to wander deeper.

Don't think about it, don't think about anything.

He made up his mind and kept focusing on just one sentence.

"Blood sacrifice to the gods. Skull offered as a seat."

"Blood sacrifice to the gods, skull offered as a throne!" he murmured to himself.

Indeed, the familiar sound of war drums rang in my ears.

But it was intermittent.

It was nothing more than a few hollow echoes.

The god who sat high on the brass throne suddenly stopped paying attention to him for some reason.

But the power of mortals ultimately has its limits.

Henry was still dragged into the dream that Nurgle had prepared for him.

Corrupted ships.

It all turned into a thick, grayish-green mist.

In the center of the fog.

There was an enormous, unimaginably huge cauldron on the table.

There was no fire under the pot.

The pus inside was churning as if it were boiling.

Green, yellow, mottled and blackened.

Countless colors are mixed together.

It was as thick as a pot of rotting life.

One bubble after another rises and bursts.

Each time a bubble bursts.

A scene would appear before Henry's eyes.

The town of Baitouwo burned in a fire.

In the firelight, one could vaguely make out a figure on a stake, writhing and struggling, his skin torn and bleeding, howling silently.

They project their anger onto the world.

The foam burst.

A new scene emerges.

The open field outside Carlos Castle.

The steel mech, over ten meters tall, roared, but was tightly bound by large swaths of dark red living flesh.

The gears jammed, and the armor cracked.

After the colossal structure collapsed with a deafening roar, from the depths of the pile of metal and flesh...

A loud baby's cry rang out...

Every single scene.

They were only gone for a brief moment before sinking back to the bottom of the pot.

It's like... being put into a pot.

Another layer of dense foam burst open.

Henry saw a gray, withered planet, its crust slowly cracking open like a ruptured belly.

Dark green mist surged through the cracks, covering the entire continent.

Next comes a magnified close-up.

From the eye sockets of an unidentified corpse, plump maggots squeezed out.

The first fly shook its slimy wings and took flight.

A plague has struck.

My field of vision was filled with countless dead bodies.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of millions?

It's impossible to calculate.

The blackened flesh lost its original shape and crawled slowly across the planet's surface like a melting mudslide.

They pile up, ferment, grow granulation tissue, and continue to rot.

Disease and death have no end here.

It slowly seeped into the bottom of the pot, desperately... nurturing something.

Glug glug...

The sound of the iron pot boiling grew louder and louder.

A thick layer of green foam floated on the surface, mixing all the images together.

The fire in Baitouwo Town burned into that dead star, and the wreckage of the Carlos mech merged with the pile of billions of corpses.

Henry's life is being stitched together and overlapped little by little.

as if……

It records the entire process of the birth of a Nurgle archdeacon.

And the outline in the pot.

I don't know when.

It's becoming more and more like a person...

Just then, the sound of children's laughter came from beside Henry.

A dozen or so short, green-looking men were holding hands, circling around the cauldron and Henry.

Each of them, with their round bellies, bounced around, the excess fat on their bellies jiggling with each step.

They grinned widely and sang in sticky, childlike voices:

"Gurgle, gurgle—it's been simmering, simmering—"

"Happiness will sprout, and decay will blossom—"

"A loving father gives gifts; everyone has a home—"

cluck cluck.

The laughter was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"Bless you! Bless you!"

"Don't be afraid, the pain will fly away, but the illness will stay—"

Then.

The little creatures suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Dozens of pairs of round, bright eyes.

They all looked toward Henry.

in unison.

"What should we put in last?"

"Henry".

"Just like before."

"The last ingredient."

"What is it?"

They approached, swaying unsteadily.

"hug--"

"Let's hug—"

"Let's all give each other a hug—"

Several of them pounced on Henry's legs.

Henry kicked it apart.

The smoke dissipated, and in less than two seconds it regrouped into a short figure next to it.

They weren't angry at all.

Still smiling.

"Love—"

"It's love—"

"The most important thing."

"It's just love—"

Henry looked at them.

Suddenly it felt somewhat absurd.

What last ingredient? What damn love?

When did I ever study this kind of thing?

He even felt like laughing...

If these guys really want to know something.

Why not just go through your own memories? Why play tricks on yourself?

Anyway...

It's not the first time.

When I first learned that the beings in the warp had spied on my memories

Henry would feel as if he had been stripped naked and become extremely agitated.

But after being done this many times, people become resilient.

Just think of it as running naked in a bathhouse. Let them look; it's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh anyway.

He now only feels that these evil gods have some kind of serious brain disease.

He could have simply killed himself and taken his own soul.

But they insist on adding these pretentious riddle-solving segments just to scare themselves.

I'm so fed up with this kind of pretentious nonsense.

Henry lifted his eyelids and casually tossed out a remark:

Add salt last.

The whole world.

Suddenly it was quiet.

All the bouncing Nurgles froze in place.

Look at me.

Let me look at you.

An eerie silence fell over the air.

It took several seconds of stunned silence before a Nurgle tilted its sore head.

Muttering with some grievance

"You're being disobedient."

"But it's okay."

The other one immediately took over, and the smile returned.

"Your loving father still loves you."

The third one simply raised his short, stubby hands high and cheered.

"Gifts should be shared! Gifts shouldn't be wasted! Everyone has some—everyone wants some—"

boom--

The giant cauldron suddenly began to boil violently.

Thick green pus gushed out in a jet-like manner.

A crown slowly rose from the bottom of the pot.

It looks like it's woven from dry bones.

Countless tiny human faces wept softly inside the crown.

It floated there silently.

It seems to be waiting for its owner.

And at that very moment.

distance.

A familiar war drumbeat.

Finally, we broke through the illusion.

That hot-tempered guy probably finally realized something was wrong.

Henry suddenly lowered his head.

Sometime later, the chainsaw sword returned to his palm.

The feel of my fingers touching that rough trigger was more comforting than ever before.

Without the slightest hesitation,

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands behind his back, pressing down the start button with his thumbs.

puff!

Amidst the ear-piercing roar of the chainsaw spinning wildly, its sharp alloy teeth plunged into his own chest without reservation.

It hurts.

The intense physical pain was like a violent bolt of lightning, instantly piercing through all the senses.

The green world before my eyes, covered in pustules, along with that floating bone crown.

It collapsed with a crash.

Countless gray-green fragments scattered in all directions, and the laughter of the Nurgle was prolonged and distorted, eventually being drowned out by the increasingly loud war drums.

Henry opened his eyes again.

The chainsaw sword was still in his hand.

His chest was not pierced.

But the palm holding the sword hilt was already bleeding from his own clenching.

Before me had once again become that corrupt ship corridor.

[Gain the talent—the secret within a secret.]

Familiar system text appeared before Henry's eyes.

The Secret Within a Secret

Your understanding of alchemy has reached a deeper level.

The quality of all potions has been improved.

You can obtain a magical potion named after yourself.

Henry only glanced at it.

I was just about to turn it off.

But below that line of text, they discovered a description that had never appeared before.

The line of text appeared as a murky, dark green.

It's as if something forcibly wrote it in.

[The loving father is willing to grant your potions more possibilities, and you will not be limited by the materials... As long as you are willing to accept its love, it does not mind bringing you miracles.]

Henry's gaze sharpened.

next moment.

The line of green text slowly moved.

It spontaneously dissolved into a pool of green pus, which dripped from the system interface.

The entire notification returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Henry did not continue looking.

Now is clearly not the time to study the system.

In front.

More and more corrupt humans have begun to climb over the pile of corpses again.

Deep within the warehouse, the heavy tolling of the bell grew ever closer.

It was as if the entire ship was trembling slightly.

"Henry!"

Balu shouted at him as he backed away.

"That thing is coming out soon!"

Henry did not answer.

He simply glanced around.

His gaze then fell on the top of the corridor.

There, a row of load-bearing pillars had been corroded and riddled with holes by the grime.

The steel beams are twisted.

Inside, flesh and blood even grew slowly, pulsating.

The entire corridor is on the verge of collapse.

"Baru".

"Step back a bit."

Balu immediately realized what was happening and grabbed the doctor next to him, and they started to run away.

"Doctor, run!"

The two scrambled and crawled away.

Henry, however, went against them and charged towards the horde of corpses.

The first corrupted human to pounce had just opened its mouth.

The chainsaw roared as it slashed across the ground.

His head flew high into the air.

But more monsters came.

They stepped on each other, almost covering the entire corridor.

Henry, however, had already rushed to the support column.

He gripped the chainsaw tightly with both hands.

boom--!

The saw teeth bit into the steel fiercely.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The interior of the corroded steel column did not resemble metal at all.

It looks more like bone.

The serrated edge sliced ​​through the steel plate and tore apart the throbbing flesh inside.

A dark green liquid kept gushing out.

The entire pillar began to tremble violently.

Warehouse direction.

The chaotic Astartes finally emerged from the darkness.

The bells rang again.

thump—

The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread along the corridor.

The membranes on the wall burst open layer by layer.

Countless corrupt humans continued their charge like madmen.

Henry simply pressed down on the chainsaw.

The roar grew increasingly piercing.

at last.

It was accompanied by a dull cracking sound.

The entire pillar snapped in two with a loud crash.

It lost its support.

The hundreds of tons of steel beams above groaned.

The cracks quickly spread throughout the entire corridor.

"Now!"

Henry turned and ran.

Almost immediately after he had sprinted more than ten meters.

Boom—!!

The entire corridor collapsed completely.

Countless steel beams, pipes, and massive ship structures crashed down from overhead.

The corrupted humans, who were in pursuit, didn't even have time to scream before they were completely buried by hundreds of tons of steel and concrete.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

The rotting flesh and blood were crushed into green slurry, which seeped out from the cracks in the ruins.

Even the heavy tolling of the bells.

They were also temporarily isolated on the other side by this collapse.

Balu leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

The doctor collapsed to the ground, his body limp, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.