Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 82 The Enemy with Intelligence.

Did Theresa visit this place?

When the idea came to him, Henry couldn't help but hesitate.

The blue hair ribbon lay quietly in his palm.

It was covered in dust and its color had faded somewhat, but its original appearance was still recognizable.

This could be a conspiracy—from Tzeentch or some other chaotic force.

But this could also be a clue left by Theresa.

But whatever the truth may be, it at least shows that Henry did not go astray.

I was indeed heading in the direction those people had left in.

and----

Even if Theresa has already been murdered, what awaits Henry may be a scheme devised by Treachery—

But Henry was no longer the young man who had just left his hometown.

If Tzeentch's power were to appear before him once more.

Whether he dons the Crown of Corruption himself or actively responds to Khorne's "feelings," Henry can become a warp demon at any time and continue his path of vengeance, even if it means betraying Salya's expectations.

She will forgive herself.

"ha----"

"Damn it, isn't anyone going to lend me a hand?"

"I almost couldn't breathe."

Balu's voice came from the ruins nearby.

Henry turned around.

The one-armed mercenary was struggling to crawl out from under a fallen, decaying Honor Guard corpse, using both hands and feet.

No wonder Henry didn't notice him during the battle.

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Because he had fallen under a corpse, Balu's bulletproof vest was so smeared with black blood that its original color was no longer visible.

The mechanical arm was wedged perfectly into the middle of the corpse's damaged breastplate.

When he finally managed to pull his hand out, a chunk of flesh that had been crushed was still clutched between the mechanical fingers.

Judging from the shape of those pustules, it's probably a heart that's been rotten.

"How lucky."

Baru laboriously pulled out the robotic arm.

"The armor on this guy's chest had actually been corroded away before."

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He disgustedly shook the grime off the robotic arm, sending green specks flying everywhere.

"Henry".

"After I die, you must place this mechanical arm in front of my grave—oh, that seems a bit unlucky, never mind—you must take good care of it."

Henry glanced at him.

"Don't you still owe Theresa money from this hand?"

Balu froze, his hand still brushing dust off his face.

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I almost forgot.

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He glanced down at the robotic arm, which was covered in pus. As the toxins corroded it, corrosion was inevitable.

"But if we find her, she probably won't keep chasing me for the money anymore, right?"

What do you think?

"She doesn't seem like the type to abandon debts just because someone died."

Baru chuckled.

"really."

"Her personality—"

He said this as if he were mocking himself.

"I reckon even if I become a corpse, she'll stuff the bill into my coffin first, and cut my precious arm off the corpse while she's at it."

After saying that, Balu chuckled to himself.

The laughter didn't last long.

His robotic arm is still corroding, and he can't afford to waste any more time.

The green stains remaining on the metal surface are making noise and constantly corroding the fragile internal circuitry.

Just as Balu was about to continue cleaning the grime residue off the robotic arm, a green thing crawled over from the side.

Anastasius voluntarily jumped onto his mechanical arm.

It extends a few thin tentacles to peel away the corrosion that clings to the metal surface bit by bit.

Having absorbed some of the demon's remnants, the color of its body surface became even more bizarre, tinged with a murky green light.

Her body also seems to have grown a little bigger.

"You're becoming more and more like a demon."

"Baru said."

"Shut up."

The demon muttered as it cleaned.

"I just think these things are an eyesore for you to have."

Then it shook its whiskers with obvious disdain.

"It tastes awful. His stuff always gets all sticky and gooey, and it tastes like eating snot."

"However, Balu, you should get a little bit too."

Balu frowned.

Why?

"That way, when Henry turns you into a demon too, I'll have company."

"I don't want to become as stupid as you."

Balu retracted the robotic arm and moved the metal joints.

"At least it's fine as it is now, except for the occasional harassment from the Dead Skull Cult on the ship."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Sometimes I find it strange too."

"Those guys were so extreme, yet when chaos erupted on the ship, not a single one of them succumbed to fear and fell into depravity."

"Do these cultists believe that the god-emperor in their dreams will also be blessed by him?"

Anastasius did not continue to answer.

It shrunk back to near Balu's shoulder, following the folds of his clothes.

Henry had already put the hairband away.

Balu naturally saw the hairband as well.

"Theresa?"

Henry nodded.

"Hmm, but these Nurgle warriors probably hadn't appeared when she passed through here."

"otherwise----"

Henry glanced at the massive corpses lying haphazardly around him.

"Those merchants' followers will definitely trigger the traps here—there should be signs of a battle, and there should be more corpses."

After Henry finished speaking, another figure appeared in his mind.

Shaswui, a warrior of the Tau race.

As a merchant's bodyguard, she should pass through here, and with her exceptional combat skills, she wouldn't be afraid of ordinary demons.

If she could meet Theresa and, for her own sake, accompany Theresa, Theresa would likely be much safer.

But now, like Theresa, that Tau warrior has disappeared without a trace.

Balu gradually understood what he meant.

"You mean, these things appeared later?"

As he spoke, he walked over to a corrupted Honor Guard member and tried kicking the fallen member at his feet.

Suddenly, a nauseating wriggling sound came from inside the corpse.

A bizarre limb covered in yellowish-green pustules smashed through the ribs and emerged from the chest cavity, writhing wildly in the air like a snake.

Balu's expression changed.

In a fit of panic, he hastily raised the pistol in his hand.

boom! boom! boom!

He fired several shots and emptied the magazine.

Gunshots echoed through the narrow corridor, and the grotesque limb was instantly pulverized, its foul-smelling green liquid splattering onto the scratched floor.

"Damn it."

Balu took a step back.

"These things are restless even after they're dead."

But Henry ignored his complaints.

His attention remained focused on the corrupt guards.

If they appeared in large numbers after Teresa passed by —

So what is the significance of their sudden appearance here?

"It exists as a trap, either to block the escape route of those who have passed by."

"Want one?

Henry glanced into the depths of the seemingly bottomless passage.

"It's to prevent those who come later from getting closer to the front."

Baru continued speaking after him.

"So, something knows someone will pass by here, and they did it intentionally?"

Their judgments gradually overlapped.

Behind these filthy creations lies a wise commander.

It may be a demon that descended to the material world through sacrifice.

It could also be those corrupt Chaos Space Marines.

If it's the former.

The Crown of Corruption has not yet reached the material world, and the power of the warp has not yet reached its peak here. Even if a demon appears, it is unlikely to be a Greater Demon or a Demon Prince.

At most, there is a single carrion fly rider, leading its swarm of plague flies.

Henry was confident that he could kill the Nurgle elite when the opportunity arose and carry out the decapitation.

But if it's the latter—

Henry thought of the Chaos Space Marine who carried the giant clock.

This made Henry realize that there are differences between Space Marines, let alone a Space Marine who can use psionic powers, a top-tier Chaos Space Marine.

Those warriors who had fought for the evil gods for thousands of years were far more powerful than Henry had imagined.

Moreover, Henry didn't have many means to counter psionic powers.

Although he had killed an ordinary plague warrior with the help of Theresa and Bal.

However, they might not be able to survive an attack by several Chaos Astartes.

And among them, there must be even more powerful individuals.

But Anastasius, standing to the side, clearly didn't think that much about it.

He gradually began to accept his demonic side, realizing that in the material world, all he did was eat, drink, and have fun.

Even if the demon dies, it will simply return to its happy old home that it has never seen before.

"Isn't anyone curious how they got here?"

He suddenly spoke.

It had just eaten some of the Nurgle flesh that had splattered on the wall.

At this moment, it is bored and playing with a few small, decaying maggots that have crawled out of the corpse's flesh, slapping each other with their tentacles.

There was no skill involved in the fight between the two sides.

It was like engaging in some kind of meaningless post-meal exercise.

Finally, Anastasius used his size advantage to swat all the small creatures away.

It was extremely difficult to break free from that messy entanglement.

"It can't be because of some mysterious subspace again, right? Do you think someone might have moved here?"

"Don't you find it ridiculous that someone would move a corpse piece by piece in this environment?"

Unfortunately, neither Baruch nor Henry understood his humor, nor did they find any meaning in his inappropriate jokes.

Henry led the way and walked forward.

"We need to get out of here quickly."

"This time I'll go first."

"We must leave before the hunter checks his trap."

Balu nodded.

He checked the ammunition.

Anastasius climbed back onto his shoulder and lay down.

The three men stepped over the corpses on the ground and continued deeper into the passage.

And in the darkness behind them.

Among those corpses cut into several pieces, long since devoid of vital signs.

A bloodshot, cloudy eyeball slowly opened amidst the pile of rotting flesh.

Watching them leave