Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Yes~~

"I smelled it. It was him. He killed Grom... Poor Grom."

"He shouldn't have returned to his father's garden so soon."

"The Blood God has already extended his hand, and there's a little fellow who hasn't found his home in any garden. Our comrades who have pledged allegiance to the Blood God may also arrive."

A warrior who is a benevolent father should not be easily angered, but the leader of Chaos Astartes was clearly agitated.

The plague energy within him suddenly surged, and pustules rapidly swelled up.

Then they exploded one after another.

Large swarms of bacteria spread outwards like a tide, and the plague began to spread with his breath.

"Tell the proliferators to speed up the sacrifice."

"Before other variables arrive, we must offer the crown of corruption to the Father."

"We arrived on this ship because of a future we never planned, not to watch it fall into the void once again."

"Whoever dares to stop him, let him become part of the garden."

After saying that, he stepped back into the darkness.

They hadn't walked more than a few steps.

Suddenly, it was as if they realized something.

He slowly lowered his head, a slender Titanium Clan longsword still embedded between his ribs.

The blade had long since lost its luster.

He only realized its existence at this moment.

Even though I've completely forgotten its owner...

He seems to be a warrior who doesn't know why he's fighting.

A bloodied and mangled hand gripped the knife handle.

With a gentle pull, the long sword left his body.

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The blade quickly lost its original color in his palm.

The bacterial plaque is spreading.

Rust buildup.

The alloy gradually decayed and cracked.

In the end, it turned into a piece of scrap metal riddled with holes, which he casually tossed aside at his feet.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

As a warrior who has lived through many years, he has always fought for what he believes in... though some things have changed.

But a battle is still a battle, no matter how much time has passed or what has happened.

But now the tricks in the warp have stopped their progress, and even a benevolent father like myself has given them no more attention.

……

The warriors of the plague need to reap a bountiful harvest for their benevolent father.

As the will of the withered overlord spreads outward.

Deep within the corrupt hall, the long-dormant horrors begin to resurface.

The thick layer of flesh clinging to the metal walls slowly peeled away and cracked, revealing strands of gray-green fungi that burrowed out through the cracks in the steel, climbing along the decaying ship structure into the shadows like greedy serpents.

The cries of the human prisoners in the lower deck gradually faded.

Instead, there was only the hollow chiming of bells.

a bit.

Another one.

After the seventh strike, the prisoners remained silent.

A green mist began to spread around them, and laughter came from within the mist.

The withered overlord stood silently in the depths of darkness, allowing itself to be soaked by plague and toxins.

His will pierced through the swirling fog of the warp, searching for a familiar presence amidst the illusion.

The loving father's garden is vast and boundless.

Countless beneficiaries rejoiced amidst the virus and pus.

But the fruits of a bountiful harvest do not always belong to the same land.

Some fruits are destined to wait for a longer season... but they will also bear the most beautiful fruit.

The Crown of Corruption was the seed to which he was placed with great hope.

A sacred relic capable of changing the fate of an entire star sector.

After he ascends to magia, he will have a place in both the material world and the warp.

His name will be recorded in the garden.

His warbands can wash away the stains left by past defeats.

He will also have the opportunity to plead with His merciful Father, hoping that the great One will spare the Primarch who is being punished.

……

He originally intended to perform the sacrifice alone.

The highest honor should rightfully belong to his battle group.

Belongs to the Pale King, Lord of Death.

But the arrogant will always be met with a harsh reality check.

The scent of the Blood God had already permeated the air, reaching towards the sacred object.

The human who carries the blessing of the Blood God will become their obstacle.

In addition, there is that demon who does not belong to Chaos... a warp creature whose stance is unclear.

Its aura felt unfamiliar to this withered overlord.

In chaos, there is rarely any true unknown.

Every being has its own place to belong.

Every bit of effort leaves a mark.

Only that demon...

Like a lump of rotten flesh forgotten by the gods, it fell to the edge of a bloody feast that did not belong to it.

Unfortunately, they lacked a true plague caster.

There is no way to kill that demon.

But soon, the situation will change.

The withered overlord wielded his battle scythe.

His mind traversed a realm of twisted and folded nightmares.

Finally, we came to a garden that was perpetually shrouded in a thick green mist.

Joyful laughter echoed through the miasma.

A dense forest of mushrooms stands tall above the swamp, obscuring the sky.

Plump spores tumbled and scurried through the mud, while a colossal body sat enthroned in the center of the decaying throne.

Between the gaping flesh and skin of the abdomen, hundreds and thousands of tiny lives are happily climbing and multiplying.

Such bloatedness and prosperity indicate that it is nearing the point of becoming a great demon.

The Nurgle demon sensed the call from afar.

"Oh……"

"Who is searching for an old friend?"

The broken vocal cords vibrated out pleasant syllables.

Let me guess.

Are they children who have been away from the garden for too long? Warriors who toil the earth in the material world?

The will of the withered overlord has descended upon this place.

"The loving father's garden needs a new harvest, and we need your help."

The Great Demon Nurgle laughed.

"help?"

"What beautiful words."

"Children always think of their families when they need them."

"You guys were trying to keep this gift a secret from me and complete it all by yourselves... weren't you?"

The withered overlord did not respond to the demon's mockery.

"The crown of corruption has appeared."

"It is choosing its 'master'."

"But we were hindered by other gods... who also tried to seize the fruits of the Father's mercy."

The Great Demon Nurgle stretched out his rotting fingers and gently touched the spores that floated past the Withered Overlord.

"The taste of blood, the taste of war."

"The taste of trickery."

"Hmm? It even has the smell of 'hatred'?"

"It seems this harvest party is quite lively. Which lucky child will receive Father's blessing...?"

"You will help us."

The withered overlord was getting impatient; he couldn't stay here any longer.

"certainly."

The Great Demon Nurgle let out a joyful laugh, and its body, and even this small patch of world, trembled with the laughter.

"A loving father enjoys the mutual help among all his children."

"Especially when they are about to reap the rewards."

"You will get what you want... As for what I want, I will come and get it myself."

Communication across subspace was thus severed.

The withered overlord regained his senses and dragged his massive body forward.

At the end of the line of sight.

An altar made of severed limbs and internal organs is taking shape.

Countless human prisoners were imprisoned around the altar, their limbs pierced by iron spikes.

Their bloodshed and cries are continuously transforming into the fertile soil needed for the crown of corruption to awaken.

Plague-infested zombies roamed among the piles of corpses.

They waved their deformed appendages to carry away the remains, sewing large numbers of active bacteria into the corpse's chest cavity, gradually transforming the entire hall into a sacrificial site for a benevolent father.

Meanwhile, on the far other side of the steel behemoth.

Henry didn't know that yet.

A hunt surrounding him has begun.

Whether he likes it or not, "fate" will push him forward.