Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Not long after, on the upper deck.

A group of guards escorted a person wearing a yellow hazmat suit slowly through the refugee settlement.

The roadside was covered with makeshift beds and dilapidated tents, and it was even more smelly and filthy than when Henry and his group first arrived.

The air was thick and foul, filled with the unpleasant smells of engine oil, sourness, and fermented food residue.

Many refugees looked up from their numbness.

The woman held her young child tightly in her arms, the man huddled in a dim corner, and most of the others could only watch silently as the procession disappeared into the distance.

Such scenes have played out countless times in recent days, and they have seen them far too many times.

Guards, mercenaries, flamethrowers.

Their appearance signified that chaos had begun to stir in this area.

Immediately afterwards, the entire block was sealed off with wire mesh.

Occasionally, a few twisted corpses could be seen being dragged toward the incinerator by iron hooks.

Chaos cultists.

Low-ranking demon.

Or some filthy creatures that crawl out of walls, ventilation ducts, and drains.

Each appearance means that a residential area has disappeared from the map.

It's lucky that a few hundred people died.

If the outbreak occurs during the most densely populated period, tens of thousands of people will be dragged into the inferno.

No one dared to complain.

Sacrificing a small number of people to prolong the life of the Voyager is an outcome that everyone can accept.

However, as time went on, more and more people began to discover this.

The number of patrolling guards has been continuously reduced, and their response speed to disasters has also declined significantly.

  

Rumors spread faster than food.

Some say the nobleman has already sailed away from the Voyager in a small boat.

Even worse, some began whispering in dark alleys, promising that as long as one embraced His love, one could exchange it for the blessing of survival.

Belief or disbelief is no longer important.

The pain of hunger churned in my abdomen.

The epidemic raged among the tents.

The countdown to death echoed in my ears like a pendulum.

Thus, those taboos that were once deeply shrouded in secrecy have now become driftwood in the eyes of drowning people.

People began to secretly open their arms.

Waiting for the favor of some being.

……

Henry, wearing a hood, walked among the crowd.

Behind him were several guards and the yellow-clad figure being escorted.

suddenly.

A man huddled beside the tent coughed violently.

Crimson liquid trickled down his palm.

He hurriedly wiped himself with a dirty cloth, and when he noticed Henry staring at him, he quickly stuffed the blood-stained cloth into his clothes and forced a smile.

But the refugees on the side had already jumped up and were shouting at the top of their lungs.

"He vomited blood! I saw it!"

"He's infected!"

The man panicked immediately.

"No! I just bit my lip!"

Nobody listened to him.

Several refugees rushed over, grabbed his legs, and dragged him out of the tent.

He struggled desperately, trying to fight back.

"I really am not infected!"

Finally, someone pulled out a gun, ending the farce.

The people around him lowered their heads again and continued with their own business.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Henry ignored him and continued walking.

Just then.

The shoulder armor area is slightly bulging.

An eye slowly emerged from the gap in the metal.

Anastasius whispered.

"This place is disgusting... I feel unwell."

Henry tilted his head.

"Because of filth?"

The eye immediately closed halfway.

"Just so you know."

"I always felt that if I said that name out loud, something terrible would happen."

"So what do you see in your eyes?"

Henry suddenly wondered if the devil's eyes could see the truth hidden behind lies.

His eyes rolled around twice.

Anastasius's tone became somewhat erratic.

"Everything is green, the floor is breathing."

"Some people sit there eating, but the food in their mouths screams on its own."

"Many people have shadows trailing behind them, but those shadows don't follow their owners. They lie on the ground and keep crawling in one direction."

"And the heavens..."

He paused here.

"There was no ceiling in the sky, only a very thick layer of green clouds."

"There are many eyes inside."

"They've been searching for people's souls."

Henry did not speak.

Anastasius suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"strangeness."

"What's wrong?"

I see you.

"Haven't I been standing here the whole time?"

"It's different; logically, you shouldn't be included."

"That is the world desired by the evil thoughts of the warp; mortals should not appear there."

The more it talked, the more confused it became.

"Henry".

"Are you actually an android?"

Henry almost stopped in his tracks.

Why did we come to this conclusion?

"Because you have no smell...it's hard to describe, but a person should have a fragrance."

"Everyone has one, but you're like a stone."

Henry ignored it.

But Anastasius was clearly interested.

"There's another possibility: you're actually dead, and the person I'm talking to now is my imagination."

Henry's forehead vein throbbed.

"Weren't you just chatting with Balu? Why are you suddenly bothering me?"

"Balu's robotic arm doesn't like me."

"It attacks Balu as soon as I get close."

Henry turned his head to look.

Balu, looking frustrated, was pressing down on the mechanical arm with his bare hands, trying to pry open the unruly metal fingers.

"Stop joking, we're all on the same side."

"I won't let you touch the demon anymore."

The robotic arm suddenly twitched on its own.

It hit Balu on the forehead.

"Ouch!"

Balu hissed in pain.

"I've already apologized!"

Henry looked somewhat dazed.

Machine Soul...

Is it possible to achieve this level of skill?

Or has Balu been driven mad and developed a second personality?

He was thinking about it.

My eyes suddenly glanced behind me.

A homeless man wearing a tattered cloak slowly raised his hand.

Beneath the slipped sleeve, a strangely shaped short gun was revealed.

The gun barrel resembled a combination of some pale skeleton and an unknown metal, with several sharp, curved blades extending from the front.

Henry's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Get down!"

He was greeted by a series of flashes of light so dense they were almost continuous.

Countless tiny crystals tore through the air.

Anastasius, along with two guards beside him, was instantly blown to pieces.

Large amounts of blood were splashed out.

Henry instinctively drew his chainsaw sword with his backhand.

Clang—!

The high-speed spinning saber teeth violently shattered several crystals that had no way to avoid them.

Sparks flew everywhere, making his hands go numb.

More shards of crystal flew past his side, riddling the bulkhead behind him with holes.

The attacker clearly did not expect Henry to rush straight at him.

Henry's sprint distance shortened instantly.

The attacker staggered.

The cloak slipped off.

It revealed a pale, slender face with pointed ears.

Eldar?