Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Anastasius was dumbfounded.

As a newly born demon, this was also the first time it had encountered such a situation.

Demons exist in the warp, humans exist in reality.

Demons can walk in the material world in human form, but they cannot change their appearance in the warp.

The subspace should be equal for intelligent beings, and all desires and psychological states will be reflected therein.

Even the most devout saints and the most fanatical Chaos believers will never appear exactly the same as reality in the Warp.

That should be another face shaped by emotions, desires, beliefs, and the soul.

But Henry...

Why are they exactly the same?

A flash of light suddenly appeared on Anastasius's smaller head after he became a demon.

He used a laser that accidentally pierced his own head.

He finally connected everything.

Why is Henry, whom I've never met, appearing among the demons from my human era?

Why was I in a warp illusion when I was stealing food from the corrupted creature?

Yet I can still see Henry fighting... Why is Henry everywhere?

It didn't think about it carefully at the time.

Looking back now.

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A sense of incomprehensible absurdity welled up within me.

How could this be...?

Does humanity possess a subspace essence that is truly identical to reality?

So, should "human" resemble its subspace essence, or should the subspace essence resemble human beings in reality?

Just as it was in a daze.

Henry slowly raised his head.

Their eyes met, even though they were hundreds of meters apart.

Anastasius froze, only then realizing that he seemed to be the most powerful creature on the field...

The most valuable prey.

Henry's eyes are changing; the whites of his eyes are gradually turning a dark yellow.

The originally round pupils slowly elongated, like some kind of ferocious beast adapting to the darkness.

Scales grew from his hands, and a helmet covering his face grew from his breastplate.

After removing the mask, his gaze fell on Anastasius.

Like a hunter spotting his prey, or a gladiator seeing his last opponent of the day.

The war drums are getting closer.

The sound reverberated around Henry and Anastasius.

The evil god, who loves a good show, seems eager to see the two demons fight. But is Henry a demon?

Anastasius's mind was in turmoil; his already not-so-bright brain was finally overloaded.

It only output one sentence.

Oh no, he's trying to kill me.

There was almost no hesitation.

Anastasius's body suddenly shrank.

Dozens of tentacles suddenly curled back, wrapping themselves up completely.

Driven by the demon's survival instinct, several tentacles desperately tried to burrow below the deck.

Like an octopus wanting to lie on the sand.

But Anastasius is no longer on the beach of freedom.

The tips of the tentacles sparked as they scraped the steel deck, breaking the skin.

I still can't get in.

Anastasius was speechless.

He grew teeth on his tentacles and tried it again.

But apart from losing a few teeth, there was no other gain.

It froze there, as if it had finally resigned itself to its fate.

*Splat*

He fell to the ground.

Dozens of tentacles spread out limply.

He remained motionless and pretended to be dead.

A while later.

An eye peeked out from between the tentacles.

Quietly observe the outside world.

Henry has already started walking this way.

He was unhurried, unconcerned about his prey's tricks, and not in a hurry to end the duel too quickly.

The chainsaw sword dragged on the ground.

The serrated edge scraped against the steel plate, drawing out a long string of sparks and leaving behind blasphemous marks.

Anastasius's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Does he really have absolutely no sense of martial ethics?

Right at this moment.

Boom—

The armored transport vehicle, corrupted by filth, roared and smashed through a rubble wall.

Compared to before, the corruption that occurred to it was much more thorough.

The outer shell of the vehicle was already covered with blackened flesh and blood, and the internal organs were still wriggling in the gaps between the tracks.

A huge, drooling mouth with fangs was even split open in the very center of the front of the car.

Upon discovering that its previous opponent had not fallen, the corrupted vehicle was clearly enraged.

With the roar of its engine, it crashed into Henry once again.

Henry stopped and slowly turned his head.

Finally, a hint of human emotion appeared in those dark yellow vertical pupils.

irritable.

It's like someone recklessly running onto the stage during a duel, waving a flag and making a scene.

Henry turned around and ran towards the armored vehicle, facing the multi-ton steel monster head-on.

ten meters.

five meters.

three meters.

Until the very last moment, Henry's body suddenly sank.

He slid out, skimming the ground.

The chariot of rotting flesh whizzed past his scalp.

at the same time.

Henry gripped the sword hilt tightly with his right hand, and the rapidly spinning chainsaw slicing upwards, forcefully cutting into the armor underneath the vehicle.

The heavy armor, the twisted keel, and the flesh and blood fused within were all ripped open.

Engine oil mixed with blood gushed out from under the car.

Then.

Large pieces of internal organs, which had long since become one with the vehicle, tumbled out through the crack.

The armored vehicle continued forward for another ten meters or so due to inertia.

Then, a large crack slowly appeared in the middle of the entire car body.

The two halves tilted in different directions.

It crashed down with a deafening roar.

combustion.

explosion.

Flames shot into the sky.

Anastasius watched as his mouth slowly opened wide.

They even forgot to retract their tentacles.

Then it noticed that Henry had turned around again.

It's still heading towards itself.

Anastasius's tentacles defied his will, fleeing outwards and even detaching themselves from his body.

The demon, now a human pig, stared at the chainsaw sword that was still dripping blood.

The devil's instincts screamed warnings.

You can't get cut.

You absolutely must escape; you absolutely cannot get hit.

If you get hit by that sword.

Its own regeneration will fail, and it may not even be able to be banished to the warp.

I will die.

Death in the true sense of the word.

Just as Anastasius was about to get up and run for his life.

A song drifted gently into the demon's ears.

Abrupt, strange—it was a sound coming from the subspace.

Like the spring breeze blowing through wheat fields, or the evening bells ringing in a village church.

The girl's singing voice was melodious and cheerful.

When the wind blows through the golden wheat fields, I will sit beside the birch tree.

I've woven the wreath and placed it on my lap, waiting for my knight to return home.

He would bring back wondrous tales from afar, and the moon illuminated his face.

If the world forgets to sing, I will still sing until dawn.

The knight's steps came to a halt once again.

Anastasius, filled with fear, turned around and saw...

A blurry figure of a young girl had appeared in front of Henry at some point.

She was wearing a simple long dress.

Wildflowers were scattered at my feet.

His face was always shrouded in a soft light.

No matter how hard I try, I can't see it clearly.

The girl smiled and walked around to Henry's side.

Stand on tiptoe.

Gently close to the knight's profile.