Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 76 The Withered Overlord

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Balu, is this why you don't want to tell him?

Henry probably understood why Baru didn't want Anastasius to come with them.

"It can't walk now."

As far as the eye could see, the green tentacles had already covered most of the camp.

They extended from the cracks in the deck, climbing along the broken walls, supporting frames, and dilapidated tents, intertwining and supporting the collapsing load-bearing steel beams, filling the gaps in the defense line.

Several survivors pushed a cart full of scrap metal past, and a thick tentacle took the initiative to lift the heaviest steel plate and put it on the other side for them.

"If we're looking for Theresa, we can't take it with us."

"Moreover—that lurking Eldar assassin could return at any moment."

Henry did not answer; he looked into the distance, following the trail of tendrils that stretched outwards.

Just then.

A chill that was hard to describe swept over me from above.

A black blur streak sped down, skimming the steel structure above the camp, its trajectory barely visible to the naked eye.

Henry hadn't even had a chance to throw the chainsaw sword.

A green afterimage shot into the sky first.

puff.

A tendril pierced through the dark shadow in mid-air.

It then violently slammed its prey to the ground.

Only now did Henry finally see what it looked like.

It was an insect no bigger than a fist.

It was missing its wings, and dozens of slender, segmented limbs twitched futilely on the ground.

  

In the center of its body, a huge human eyeball almost occupies the entire space.

The sclera of his eyes was cloudy and covered with scarlet blood vessels, and his pupils were spinning wildly.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Henry.

next moment.

The eyeball bulged out suddenly, and the insect's body exploded with a bang.

The yellow-green paste, carrying the plague, splattered in all directions, flying towards the people nearby.

But Anastasius was faster.

Several fleshy tentacles had already intertwined into a net, tightly wrapping the filth still in mid-air.

With the throbbing and sucking between its tentacles, all the plague was absorbed into its body.

"It's Negro—"

"That's what the demon said after he tasted it."

"Are they watching us?"

Meanwhile, deeper within the Farvoor.

A vast hall, utterly ravaged by the plague, is now shrouded in boundless darkness.

The cold steel bulkheads were completely covered by layers upon layers of rotting flesh and blood.

Thick, python-like blood vessels were deeply embedded in the ship's skeleton, pulsating rhythmically and pumping a dark green, viscous liquid in all directions.

Large, dark yellow vesicles hung upside down beneath the towering dome.

They expand slowly, as if they were breathing.

It then broke down one after another.

A foul-smelling liquid dripped down.

They fell into the churning pools of flesh and blood below.

Deep within the pool of flesh.

A vaguely visible, still-forming human figure is struggling.

The sound of bells echoed continuously in the air.

Like the heartbeat of some giant beast, fear spread in all directions. A naked man stumbled out of the corridor.

His skin had begun to fester in large patches.

Yellowish-green pustules spread down his neck.

Foreign objects were constantly wriggling under the skin of my arms, as if some indescribable life was parasitizing and growing.

"Let me out!"

"I am a member of the Dross family!"

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"I am a nobleman!"

"What are those lowly people! I have money! I know where the ship owner is! I can give you even more!"

The man's voice was already trembling with sobs.

He ran as fast as he could towards the exit.

However, the pace slowed down uncontrollably.

A massive figure blocked their path.

The pale green power armor was covered in rust and thick pus.

The heavy breathing mask regularly spewed out a ghastly green toxic mist mixed with spores.

Above the breastplate.

Three decaying rings hung silently.

A plague warrior looked down at him.

Silence.

The man's knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.

Please—

"I can find more sacrifices for you. I can lead you to them. I know the way."

"There are plenty of those untouchables."

The Plague Warrior still did not answer.

However, the dense and deadly plague energy spread like wildfire.

The terror on the man's face was frozen in time, and his skin instantly turned into puddles of mud.

The eyeball dissolved into cloudy yellow fluid that slid down the eye socket.

The lung lobes were completely filled with rampant fungi.

He opened his mouth, desperately trying to breathe.

But it could only let out a hoarse whimper.

In just a few breaths.

That body then completely lost its life.

The plague warrior bent down, grabbed one of the corpse's legs, and dragged it deeper into the hall.

The corpse left a long trail of blood on the fungal carpet.

But they hadn't gone far when they encountered another plague warrior coming towards them.

He glanced at the dragged corpse, his tone slow and muffled.

"You shouldn't have killed him."

"He was frail, yet still precious."

The plague warriors, dragging corpses, let out a muffled laugh.

"We still have a lot."

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"As long as we gather the sacred number seven, the captain won't mind."

However, the plague warriors on the other side showed no intention of letting him go.

"We should have had seventeen."

"But you let one get away."

"The bounty our loving father bestowed upon us is missing because of your absence."

The air, already polluted, gradually began to smell of gunpowder.

Two giants, as tall as iron towers, faced each other.

"What? You want to argue with me in Father's garden?"

"Just when they were about to start fighting."

A heavier, more subdued sound of footsteps came from the deeper darkness.

The two arguing plague warriors fell silent.

He lowered his head toward the source of the footsteps.

An even larger and more terrifying figure emerged from the shadows.

His armor had almost completely merged with his mutated flesh and blood, becoming indistinguishable from it.

The shoulder armor was so broad it resembled a city wall.

Thick, dark green liquid seeped continuously from the cracks in the armor.

The abdomen is bulging high.

Corrupted organs were hung on belts as ornaments to display their achievements.

He was draped in a battle robe made of mold and the skin of the dead.

Each step lands.

The deck would vibrate slightly as a result.

And behind him.

An even larger Chaos Astartes slowly followed.

Its body was hunched over.

It carries a large, slowly moving clock on its back.

The lingering echo of the death knell lingered.

A large swarm of exaggeratedly large carrion flies, resembling a black cloud, hovered and danced around it.

The withered overlord stopped in its tracks, and the sound of decay slowly rose.

"Our loving father gives us a bountiful harvest, not so that we may quarrel."

"It is so that all things can share in the final joy of life."

"I have heard the call."

"That crown, a symbol of authority, is resonating with me."

"The Crown of Corruption"

His voice grew softer and softer.

It was like reciting a long prayer.

"It will ultimately belong to my loving father, and it will also belong to me."

"I will become the perfect gardener for my loving father."

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"Spreading disease."

"To reap life."

"Until the entire Milky Way was immersed in supreme abundance."

Speaking of this...

The ugly helmet slowly turned, gazing into the unknown distance.

"However----

"It still hesitates."

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It did not respond to my prayers.

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Instead, they focused their attention on a mortal bearing the mark of the Blood God.

The withered overlord slowly looked at the cultivator behind him.

"The Corrupted Monk Morger".

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"Is that human the one you saw?"

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