Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Anastasius's mind was not clear.

Suddenly I felt something in my mouth.

He smacked his lips twice unconsciously.

"It tastes absolutely awful..."

The voice just fell.

A faint groan suddenly came from beside my feet.

Anastasius lowered his head.

The young guard lay curled up in a pool of blood, his face deathly pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

On the empty, broken part on the left, scarlet liquid is gushing out.

The demon's dull mind finally caught on at this moment.

It recalled the piece of meat it had just stuffed into its mouth and chewed it thoroughly... it seemed to have been taken off the other person.

Anastasius touched his chin.

"what……"

  

"I'm so sorry."

It crouched down guiltily, its voice growing softer and softer.

"I was just... really too hungry. There are some things I've tried that I want to eat again."

The young guard, already disoriented from excessive blood loss, heard this.

He managed to raise one middle finger with his intact hand.

Anastasius felt even more guilty.

A few restless tentacles reached out and tentatively touched the other's wound.

"Wait a moment, I can give you a better one."

Anastasius began searching for suitable parts within his indescribable body.

Pick and choose.

Finally, they grabbed a particularly thick tentacle.

With a soft "pfft".

The fleshy tendril detached directly from the main body.

New granulation tissue has grown on the damaged parts of the body.

The piece of flesh that was torn off did not die, but instead continued to wriggle and stretch in its palm, with bones, fascia, and muscles growing back layer by layer.

Anastasius placed the new arm on the young guard's broken shoulder.

The deformed flesh immediately took root along the wound, like vines that have just come into contact with water.

Disconnected nerve plexuses spontaneously interlock, and blocked blood vessels reconnect.

In just a few breaths.

A thick, somewhat unbalanced new arm grew on the guard's torso.

The guard stared blankly at the novice that belonged to him.

There are still some things that aren't quite right, but they are definitely my hands.

It's unclear whether he, having accepted the arm bestowed upon him by the demon, can still be considered a subject of the God-Emperor...

But since we've survived, we shouldn't ask for too much.

Seeing this, Anastasius finally felt relieved.

"Thank God... thank you, God Emperor."

After saying that,

He then realized that as a demon, he shouldn't say such "blasphemous" things... But as a demon, he had just eaten the bodies of the empire's citizens and didn't seem to have been punished at all.

Anastasius suddenly had a strange feeling that his transformation into a demon might have been permitted by the God-King...

A legitimate warp demon?

A sense of mission welled up within it...

Of course, it's also possible that they were afraid and wanted to atone for their sins to the God Emperor.

On this chaotic battlefield, there are far more wounded than just the one in front of us.

Otherwise, how can we explain it?

The demon's tentacles touched the ground and spread outwards.

They continued searching for the next target to be corroded by grime.

And in the distance that the tentacles couldn't reach.

In the most violent and densely populated area on the battlefield.

Henry had long since lost track of how long he had been fighting.

The rhythm of the war drums pressed closer and closer in my ears.

Each leap restored his strength, but also gradually clouded his mind.

He was breathing heavily.

Having already sustained wounds from fighting the Elven assassins, the blood trickled down the cracks in his armor, fueling the raging power within him.

A one-eyed mutant plows through the wreckage of its kind and launches a surprise attack.

The eyeball, which took up most of the face, was covered with crimson veins, and the mouth was crooked, oozing foul-smelling mucus.

Henry no longer had the strength to lift the chainsaw sword.

The right arm extends forward.

The five fingers snapped together, clamping down on the enormous skull.

The mutant flailed its claws wildly, scraping sparks off Henry's breastplate as its sharp teeth gnawed at the metal of the arm guards.

However, the Blood of Siegfried granted Henry armor with a defensive capability far exceeding the material's inherent strength.

Even if cracks appear, they will heal with the help of the tyrannical boss.

Henry exerted force inward with his palm.

The bones groaned inch by inch.

The bloodshot eyeball bulged outwards, its surface cracked with fine fissures.

A clump of murky paste burst open in my palm.

The foul-smelling, turbid liquid, mixed with residue, fell from my palm.

The headless body lay sprawled on the ground, twitching unconsciously.

Henry stepped straight over the wreckage to face the next challenger.

Another "fat" creature, Naggle, appeared from behind.

But Henry instead deliberately bumped into it.

The lowly creatures of Nurgle, as long as the plague no longer works.

Most of their bodies were loose and flabby.

The monster's massive torso was instantly thrown off balance, and while still in mid-air, its two upper limbs fell into the knight's control.

He suddenly pulled his arms to the sides.

The monster in front of them was split open.

The contents of the abdominal cavity spilled out.

Half of the wreckage fell to the ground.

He casually tossed the other half away.

The rolling chunks of flesh smashed down several approaching infected individuals.

A horde of scoundrels followed one after another.

They trampled over the corpses of their own kind, shoving and biting irrationally, just to get close to the living creature that exuded a strong smell of blood.

The roar of the chainsaw sword was deafening.

The spinning, sharp teeth sliced ​​through the first attacker.

With its remaining power, it sliced ​​the monster beside it in two from top to bottom.

The remaining creature opened its mouth to bite, but the combat boot had already kicked its mouthparts, sending broken teeth and half of its head flying out together.

The dark red coating accumulated and thickened.

The drumbeats in my ears gradually transformed into a frenzy.

Thousands of voices overlapped and shouted in the void.

kill.

Keep killing.

The knights' offensive became increasingly wide and sweeping.

Simply swinging a sword is no longer enough to quell the boiling fervor...

Khorne was making him accustomed to killing, mass killing, until the day Henry made a mistake...

A corrupted creature that lunged at him was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air.

From the side, a mutated creature swollen like a tumor was just approaching.

Henry grabbed his torso with one hand, swung him up, and slammed him down heavily.

a bit.

The metal groaned, and the deck dented.

Two times.

The murky liquid overflowed.

The third time.

The head was completely embedded in steel, and the remaining remains of the body twitched in vain.

Putting down his weapons and relying on his own strength to crush the obstacles gave Henry a strange sense of exhilaration.

Just then.

A roar of engines filled the air.

Rumbling--

Henry looked in the direction of the sound.

The completely corroded armored transport vehicle crashed through the defense line, its front end covered in writhing tissue.

The heavy tracks crushed the wreckage along the way.

Pus splattered everywhere.

The pilot was nowhere to be seen in the cockpit.

Only a few faces, fused with steel, gaped open, uttering silent wails.

A colossal behemoth swept in with overwhelming force.

There is no way to avoid it, no way to hide from it.

For some reason, Henry felt that the faces blended into the car looked at him with fear.

They're the monsters, aren't they?

Immediately afterwards, the immense weight of the steel, carrying tremendous force, sent the knight flying.