Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

At this moment, the tent flap was opened.

The dim light outside, along with the newcomer, drew their attention.

Balu stopped at the entrance.

Henry looked up and almost didn't recognize the other person at first glance.

His stubble grew wildly like weeds, and the crisscrossing red blood vessels under his eyes almost completely swallowed the original color of his pupils.

His dim eyes seemed to tell Henry that he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

During the time Henry was unconscious, he seemed to have gone through a lot.

The exhausted mercenary opened his mouth.

It seemed as if a thousand words were lingering and stuck in his throat.

After a long silence, he finally uttered a single sentence.

"Wesker is dead."

There was some silence inside the tent, and Anastasius silently closed the several eyeballs on his torso.

Although it didn't know who Wesker was, it could roughly guess his relationship with Baru and Henry.

Balu entered the tent and casually lowered the curtain again, shutting out most of the noise from the outside world.

"When my Nurgle invasion broke out, some wandering Nurgle creatures were attracted to the refugee camp, where they colluded with the Chaos cultists."

"A mercenary saw him standing on the platform and organizing the civilians to fight back."

"As a result, the refugees who were terrified and only cared about escaping were the first to lose their composure, the platform collapsed, and he fell down."

"Then, the crowd trampled over him."

Baru lowered his gaze dejectedly.

Henry looked at his dejected state.

I'm not sure what kind of expression I should wear in response.

sad?

anger?

Should we still feel sorry for the death of someone loyal to the empire?

However, these emotions did not surface in his heart.

He then descended into numbness.

Ultimately, Henry didn't belong on this ship.

  

He and Wesker had only known each other for a few days at most.

Their first meeting was hardly harmonious.

It was simply because of the compassion in my heart.

Henry saved him from the plague warrior, and thus their lives began to intersect.

But a knight's compassion cannot protect a person forever.

just now.

That's how that name ended.

Henry suddenly felt a little lost, and his heart felt empty.

I feel like I'm gradually becoming a stranger to myself... someone I don't like.

"I'm so sorry to hear this terrible news."

Anastasius sensed something was amiss and said...

For the first time ever, the demon became somewhat calm.

"After all, this invasion... is also related to me..."

"It's not your fault. Chaos will invade sooner or later, and he will die sooner or later."

"That stubborn old man..."

Balu leaned back against the metal support frame beside him.

"He should have died long ago, he knows it himself, he's just clinging to life."

He closed his bloodshot eyes.

"I guess I'm being a bit sentimental; I feel like I've become overly emotional..."

Anastasius did not respond and remained silent.

It simply lowered its human head, silently grooming its coiled whiskers.

"demon."

Balu = Speaking again.

"Could you please step outside for a moment?"

"oh."

Despite its confusion and bewilderment, it obediently and slowly crawled out of the tent.

"If you feel unwell, I can cook you some meat."

"Eat more, and you'll feel better."

The curtains fell, blocking the view.

Inside the cramped tent, only Henry and Baruch remained, facing each other in silence.

"While you were in a coma, I took the time to look for Theresa, but I couldn't find her. The only person who might have known her whereabouts, Wesker, is also dead."

"I heard from others that she left with those noble merchants who were preparing to leave the ship."

Henry frowned slightly, while Baru continued speaking to himself.

"You should remember him, right? He was that fat businessman who offered a high price to hire you as his bodyguard. It seems that he figured out an escape route to the outside world by throwing money at the problem."

"And they have already bribed some of the garrison to escort him."

"If those mercenaries are right... Theresa may have already hitched a ride with them and left this place."

"She found a way to survive."

"But that can't happen, right?"

Henry said with some helplessness, but all he got in return was a sigh from Baru.

"I really hope she's really gone far away."

"This world is so big; anywhere can be a place to stay once you leave here."

"However……"

Baru looked out at the dim light outside the tent, and Henry looked over as well.

With the power system collapsing, the backup battery packs on this deck also began to gradually give out.

The time it can provide lighting is getting shorter and shorter.

Even when the lights are on, the light is still dim.

Malice can breed in places undetected by humans. If it is so dangerous here, how much more so elsewhere that has been corrupted by chaos?

"She's more likely to do something dangerous."

"Theresa is a woman of strong opinions, and even with such a short time and brief contact, I'm sure you could tell, Henry."

Henry had no rebuttal.

Teresa, however, was the second bravest human girl he had ever met...

It seems that he hasn't had much contact with girls in the first half of his life.

A brief silence flowed between the two.

Henry braced himself against the edge of the bed, trying to stand up.

But when exerting force,

The excruciating pain, like an electric shock, immediately swept through my entire body.

It felt as if all the bones in my body were being forcibly dismantled by external forces.

It was then roughly and haphazardly pieced together.

The internal organs were churning violently, as if they had been mercilessly struck by a battering ram.

Each faint breath aggravated an unknown, hidden injury on her body, causing a spasmodic, stinging pain.

It's a stroke of luck that his body didn't collapse after being possessed by a part of the evil god's will.

Moreover, no abnormalities have occurred in my body.

Henry knew very well that he was becoming increasingly distant from humanity.

Even if his genes might be more in line with the definition of human than any other "human" in the world...

Henry looked down and examined his arm closely.

He tentatively bent and stretched his five fingers.

Then, deep within his consciousness, he summoned that familiar system panel.

Lines of light blue characters appeared one by one.

The Resurrected

[You can quickly recover your physical condition after leaving combat (incorrect). You can recover your physical condition even faster while in combat.]

The more brutal and bloody the war, the larger the number of lives caught in its flames, and the more astonishing your self-healing speed becomes… He admires your long, unending war.

Henry didn't need to look to know who had given him his talent.

However, although the evil gods of the warp can gain some talents from the system in advance, they do not seem to be able to make major modifications.

"Another ability linked to war and killing..."

He muttered to himself, but Balu, who was standing nearby, didn't hear him clearly.

"What?"

"It's nothing."

Henry managed to stand up straight and found his breastplate and chainsaw sword beside him.

Although his body still felt as heavy as lead, he had at least regained basic mobility.

"Would you like to take me out for a walk?"

Balu nodded in agreement.

"You'll be surprised how many changes have happened outside..."

The two lifted the curtain and stepped out of the tent.

The refugee camps outside have undergone a complete transformation.

Lush, thick, green tendrils meander out from the cold metal floor and the gaps in the building, weaving into a net.

They are strange life forms that possess life, yet they do not exhibit any aggression towards their surroundings.

Instead, like some kind of domesticated, strange plant, they dutifully undertook the tasks of moving heavy objects and repairing damaged defenses.

In some collapsed areas, these tentacles even intertwined, forming a simple support structure with amazing load-bearing capacity.

Several survivors passing by were carefully sidestepping around the enormous tentacles.

Judging from their expressions, they had clearly accepted this strange new "resident".

The two hadn't gone far.

A thick, tree-trunk-like tendril by the roadside suddenly twitched.

A crack slowly appeared on the tough outer skin.

A mouth gradually takes shape and emerges from the inside.

"Have you finished your discussions?"

Anastasius's voice came from that mouth.

"..."

"This is what you mean by 'limited area'? Just how far have you expanded your body?"

The simple eyes on its whiskers blinked.

"Actually, it's only a small piece that you can see. To cleanse away the filth, I ate way too much..."

"It may look a little big now, but everyone is working hard to eat me back up."