Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 84 Chaos Egg

The clamor in the corrupt hall receded like a receding tide.

The plague warriors in this Nurgle squad fell silent.

The plague warriors rarely heard their monks speak to their captain in this way.

Even though these two adults were soldiers of the same generation, they had already served in this legion before it descended into chaos.

They participated in the "War of the Plague" during the height of the Nurgle Legion's glory.

Under the leadership of the Pale King, they joined in the corruption and invasion of the five hundred worlds.

Even if they ultimately lose the war.

They also shared life and death with this legion through its most difficult times and are still alive today.

For so long, Morge had been Agris's most loyal subordinate, faithfully carrying out every task Agris had given him.

Among them, few were "people" capable of extinguishing the rage of this withered overlord.

And as it turns out, he did it again this time.

Agrius's body gradually calmed down as his emotions subsided, emitting a nauseating stench.

"So, my omnipotent monk, what do you think should be done?"

Morger knelt down once more.

"Our loving father has already given us direction."

"From the failed ceremony arose an ignorant monster—it was destined never to become a gardener in the garden."

"But we can still use it to accomplish our father's great work —."

The plague warriors standing on either side whispered among themselves, squeezing out indistinct, sticky sounds from their festering vocal cords.

"You mean—"

The snicker that rolled from Moerg’s throat echoed louder and louder under the empty vault, making the flesh hanging from his chin tremble. Its laughter triggered the chimes, and countless insects were startled and flew out.

"It has waited too long."

"Yearning for killing and attacking, to unleash the power within me."

Above the throne, a dark and indistinct cloud of plague-infected mist surged.

"It can kill that Blood God's favorite? In the way the Blood God prefers?"

The corrupt monk replied with a smile.

"The Blood God will give that monster a fair chance; He is eager to see His people fight wild beasts."

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"Besides, even if we fail, it's just cleaning up a piece of trash that doesn't deserve our loving father's affection."

As it finished speaking, the sound of the bell triggered a mechanism to begin moving.

A gate slowly opened.

The erosion of time and chaos has long since stripped away the original mechanical structure of that area, with layers upon layers of dark red organs and proliferating fleshy membranes clinging to the surface of the gate.

As the door opened, the viscous fibers were torn apart by external force, and putrid blood flowed out.

The colossal creature hidden in the shadows is also awakened by the blood.

With each step taken, the already precarious metal support pillars around them twisted and groaned in despair.

Following closely behind was a chaotic wave of sound, woven together by hundreds and thousands of audio tracks.

Crying, wailing, and maniacal laughter.

The noise comes from every piece of skin and flesh that makes up its body.

The Chaos Egg, born from the failure of the ritual, became a mutated monster due to receiving too much warp power.

The final destination of countless powerful Chaos believers.

The deep shadows draped it in a hazy veil.

Only when it steps into the edge of the dim light can its partial outline be revealed.

A deformed, swollen, thick forelimb dragged along the deck.

The pale white bone spikes that pierced through the surface cut deep and long notches into the hard alloy like razor blades.

The numerous limbs embedded in its body still unconsciously scratch at the air.

Those organs did not seem to be completely dead, retaining memories from their final moments.

And the indescribable panic when facing the abyss.

The yellow-green poisonous fog that had been hovering in the air above the hall suddenly dispersed to both sides as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

Even demons and plagues that share the same origin.

Faced with that aggregate that defied all conventional definitions, they instinctively chose to retreat.

From the swollen tumor at the highest point of its body, disordered sound waves constantly surged.

And in the deepest part of this clamor, a whispered message lingered.

"knight----"

"knight----"

The syllables cycled monotonously, seemingly preserving some of someone's memories.

It dragged its pieced-together, vicious body into the deep, dark corridors of the Faraway.

And that monster was less than two kilometers away.

Inside the intricate passageways of the ships.

A small, thin figure stumbled and crawled past, leaving behind many of her tools.

The voices behind them were relentlessly pursuing them.

Teresa had no idea how long she had been running.

The vast internal structure of the Far Voyager was no longer what she remembered.

The main road, once used for transporting goods and people, has now become a twisted steel canyon, with metal plates along the way concave and curled inward, and broken alloy pillars blocking the way like interlocking dog teeth.

The smaller channels, however, become more complex due to the influence of the subspace.

Theresa had no choice; she could only burrow into it like a mole with nowhere else to go.

Even if the place where he is now is completely corrupted by filth.

The walls were riddled with corrosion cracks, and dense pipes hung from the ceiling, flowing with a strangely colored liquid.

Thick green paste dripped down the insulating outer layer, etching mottled pits into the metal floor.

In some places, it was impossible to tell whether it was still a mechanical structure or flesh and blood tissue modified by the Nurgle forces. But surprisingly, the electrical energy and some of the ship's functions could still work normally even though they had been replaced with flesh and blood.

Normally, Theresa wouldn't mind viewing it as some kind of alien technology research.

But not now —

Her clothes were stained with human blood, and her once neatly styled hair was now disheveled from running.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! ————"

She cursed under her breath.

"What's wrong with my luck?"

She had only intended to follow the departing group of merchants.

That's it.

The nobles, merchants, and their guards somehow obtained part of the Voyager's route; they knew the location of the helipad and which areas were still passable.

Similarly, they also possess the power to kill weak Nurgle creatures and reach the landing pad.

If Theresa follows them discreetly, she might find a small, still-operational ship.

She has some knowledge of mechanics.

Although he was just an apprentice.

Although she wasn't even qualified to formally join the Cult of the Machine God.

But at least she learned something during her long career.

Often, all the mechanics have to do is recite prayers and install sacred spare fuses and other spare parts inside the machine.

Or, after obtaining the machine's consent, the damaged part could be struck hard.

There must be some chance.

She just didn't want to be idle by herself.

She felt a little afraid of being alone.

After Henry left, Baru went to look for him but then disappeared without a trace.

all of a sudden.

She suddenly seemed to have lost her way.

Although Theresa learned of Henry's whereabouts from the refugees.

From the strange followers of the Church of Henry, she heard that a valiant knight had killed an invading demon and had returned to the lower decks to fulfill his mission.

And he was still waiting for death to come upon him!

Thinking of this, Theresa grabbed a handful of her hair.

"This is unbelievable."

Why do I feel like I can be of help?

But complaining won't make her leave.

However, some scenes always resurface unexpectedly.

She remembers that day.

The merchants' group had just entered the upper deck of the Faraway through a small passage.

At first, everything was normal.

They avoided the dangerous areas and traveled smoothly without encountering even a single rotten rat.

The guards lowered their guard and put the safety on their laser rifles.

The merchants were still arguing over the allocation of seats after boarding the ship, while the light projector emitted a faint blue light in the middle of the crowd.

Some nobles even complained about the environment, complaining that the dust had soiled their magnificent robes.

No one realized that danger was approaching.

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Until an explosion was heard at the very front.

The deafening noise caused everyone in the passageway to cover their ears in pain.

Then, accompanied by the sound, those things appeared in the darkness.

A monster wearing corrupted power armor.

Chaos Space Marines.

Their size far exceeds that of ordinary humans wearing power armor; the terracotta plates that were once the pride of the Empire are now covered in rust and excrement, constantly spewing out nauseating miasma.

Behind them followed a large number of plague-modified monsters, who served as their hounds.

Some of them were once human, and you can still vaguely make out their tattered crew uniforms.

Some were no longer recognizable as they originally were, having transformed into clumps of flesh with electric tentacles and pustules.

They surged out from both sides of the passage, cutting off the merchants' procession in the middle.

"Enemy attack!"

The guards reacted quickly; they did everything a mortal could do.

After all, they were private armed forces hired by businessmen at great expense.

They have fought against alien pirates in countless peripheral star systems, and many of them are even veterans who survived battles against chaos. The story of any one of them is enough to be written into a legend, and they are all experts who have defeated death.

But there is ultimately a difference between mortals and angels.

Whether in terms of weaponry or in terms of morale during battle.

The bomb struck the power armor, only sending up sparks.

Occasionally, if the Plague Warrior's flesh is pierced, the resulting wounds will be healed by the power of Nurgle.

But they were still too weak in the face of those monsters.

A soldier had just changed his magazine when a huge, rotting hand grabbed his body.

The power armor easily tore through his defenses. Blood splattered on the ground, and his mangled body was carelessly discarded amidst the ruins.

On the other side, several guards surrounded a huge plague creature.

They kept firing.

The intense laser scorched black holes into the monster's body.

But the monster only shook its body once.

Several streams of venom flew out, causing the mercenary guards to collapse in agony, their flesh beginning to mutate.

At last.

Theresa saw a blue and white figure rush into the battlefield.

He was a Tau warrior who had met Theresa once.

Her weapon struck precisely at the armor joint of a Plague Warrior.

The plasma beam exploded at the decaying seam.

Then, while the Plague Warrior was stunned by the attack, she used the propulsion device to crash into it.

The immense impact sent the corrupted warrior staggering backward, his foot sliding into the alloy floor and creating a dent.

But this is only one aspect of the war.

The outcome will not change because of the appearance of one person.

Gunshots, explosions, and roars.

The entire passageway resembled a slaughterhouse.

Everywhere there was splattered blood and severed limbs, and the beams of laser rifles mingled with the swarms of plague-infested insects.

Just as Theresa was hiding behind and hesitating, a head rolled to her feet.

The face still bore the look of deathly fear, its distorted features and bulging eyes staring directly in Teresa's direction.

Then, the head of the deceased stared at Theresa's departing figure.

Theresa ran away.

She admitted that she was scared.

Even if Henry were the most powerful warrior she knew, he would probably make the same choice.

They once killed a plague warrior together.

She knew better than anyone how difficult that battle was.

They almost died there, facing only a corrupted angel.

And now.

A group of those monsters appeared.

There may even be more.

The sounds of the battlefield faded as the woman walked away, eventually becoming just a memory.

Theresa didn't know exactly how many people had escaped.

Perhaps dozens.

Perhaps more.

Even with a large number of Chaos Warriors, it's impossible to kill a team of several hundred people.

I think so?

However, now, Theresa shouldn't care about others anymore.

The voices behind me were getting closer and closer.

Theresa stopped in her tracks.

Ahead lay a dead end; the collapsed metal wall completely blocked the way forward.

Behind her, the monster that had been chasing her all the way finally drew closer.

It had only one eye; the other half of its face was completely rotten, exposing dark red tissue fluid.

Numerous mycelia grew from its body, covering the parts that originally belonged to humans, transforming it into a mobile hotbed.

Its single eye was now filled only with a thirst for fresh flesh and blood.

Theresa shakily took out a wrench from her bag.

Even an ordinary wrench would have some difficulty hitting an ordinary human being.

Let alone facing a monster?

Just as the monster opened its blood-red maw and Theresa resigned herself to her death, a cold light flew from afar, like a bolt of lightning flashing through the darkness.

The next moment, the power sword pierced through the monster's body.

The sharp blade pierced the wall, firmly penetrating and securing the grotesque body to the metal plate behind it.

The monster let out a painful roar, and putrid blood flowed down the sword.