Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 85 The Ship Owner!

The power sword pierced through the monster's shell, the disintegrating force field slicing through flesh and blood, and the filthy monster's internal organs twitched uncontrollably as its life force waned.

Finally, its body slid down under its own weight.

The two halves of the body landed on opposite sides.

"Mr. Aldrick, you once told me that there are no longer any of my crew members in this area."

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"But now, tell me, what exactly have I found?"

The old man's voice came from the darkness in front of Teresa; he had finally found something interesting on this short trip.

"A repairman, sir, I apologize for my previous unverified judgment."

Another voice rang out.

"But I also hope you can keep your promise to me and not act rashly again."

Two tall figures emerged from the darkness, both of them also covered in power armor.

But it is more sophisticated and ornate.

Countless exquisitely crafted decorations, including a double-headed eagle relief made of pure gold.

Even though the terracotta armor bears scratches from the passage of time and the marks of war, it still exudes the solemnity of the empire's classical nobility.

The one walking in front had intricate and ornate family crests etched on his shoulder armor, and a dark crimson cloak with tattered edges draped over his side.

The old man stepped to a stop in front of the monster's remains, gripped the sword hilt with one hand, and pulled the weapon from inside the wall.

Turbid, dirty blood dripped down the hilt of the sword.

The energy blade was difficult to corrode due to the presence of the disintegration field, but the hilt was now covered with a layer of dark green rust that was difficult to remove.

The elderly soldier examined the weapon that had been with him for many years.

"Holy oil and prayers can no longer protect my sword."

Seeing the damage to old objects, even someone as wealthy as him couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"This sword has accompanied me to many places—I still remember when I received it from my grandfather, that old bastard said I was destined to squander his fortune."

Beside him, from another set of power armor with a slightly more understated style, came the voice of a man named Aldrick.

"You can take it back to those mechanical priests who have come from afar."

"Anyway, they don't have much to do now except take things apart and repair things, then take things apart again."

The old man turned to the side, his expression slightly angry.

"I won't hand it over to those guys. They're all parasites of the Empire, a bunch of stupid bookworms who can't do anything. Because of their foolish actions, most of my ship is now sinking into the warp."

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"My sword will only be given to my family's master mechanic, Reed, whose craftsmanship is unmatched."

The butler paused for a moment.

"Sir, Master Reed has been dead for many years, and you personally arranged his funeral."

The old man paused.

Then, as if he remembered something.

"Really? Time is such a troublesome thing."

"It always likes to take away things that should have been left behind."

The two continued their conversation as if the danger around them had been completely shut out, unaware that there was a survivor who had just escaped with his life.

In their long experience.

A young repair apprentice.

Its danger level is roughly the same as that of a rat in the crevices of the hold.

Theresa leaned against the wall and managed to straighten herself up, regaining her voice.

Who are you?

The two massive mechs turned around at the sound.

The old man seemed to only then realize that there was a third person present.

"I forgot to introduce myself."

"A lovely lady."

"I am Orion Vestalos Calderon."

"Thirteenth generation heir of the Vestalen family, holder of a license to trade on the frontier, honorary member of the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet, and a free merchant recognized by the Interstellar Navigation Association."

He rattled off a long list of titles in fluent flow.

He paused briefly.

"Of course, you can also call me the master of the Faraway."

"Commoner, the mighty Orion has just saved your life."

The butler beside him added an explanation.

"Now, tell us why you're in this area."

But Theresa did not answer.

She began to doubt whether what she was seeing was real, or just an illusion created for her by the subspace.

She witnessed so many such scenes during her escape with Henry that her near-death experience felt unreal.

The old man named Orion also sensed the girl's distrust.

He didn't offer much explanation, but simply unfastened and removed his heavy power helmet.

The human face presented is etched with the marks of time, with old scars and wrinkles intertwined, yet the eyes are bright and vibrant, seemingly concealing a sharp edge.

"Sir, you shouldn't do this."

The housekeeper spoke up to remind them.

"There may be unknown toxins here that could harm you."

"You're getting old, Aldrick."

The old man waved his hand, refusing his butler's incessant chatter.

"My body is indeed not as healthy as it was when I was younger."

"But it would be ridiculous if this child could still stand there while I would fall down just by taking off my helmet."

"not to mention."

He clenched his fist and tapped his breastplate as he spoke.

"The Emperor will protect me, just as he protects the Vestalen family."

But the butler's voice carried a sense of helplessness.

"The number of alien races you've accepted, and the alien technology on this ship."

"By the standards of the court, that's enough to send you to the stake more than a thousand times."

The old man waved his hand dismissively.

"That's why I need the Emperor's protection; otherwise, those guys would have found a reason to burn me alive long ago."

The butler seemed used to his master's manners and stopped pressing the matter.

"Let's hear this young lady's story instead; perhaps she knows something about the outside world."

Faced with the two people before her who did indeed appear to be human—nobles?—Theresa hesitated for a moment before briefly explaining her origins.

She confessed that she was a repair apprentice.

He recounted how he was ambushed by Nurgle while traveling with a merchant corps to the helipad.

When the topic turned to the group of Space Marines who had fallen into the Nurgle's clutches.

Orion's previously easygoing demeanor vanished.

"The Chaos Astartes—they're still here."

"Butler Aldrick said in a low voice."

"Perhaps they have a base nearby on the Voyager—are they planning to stay here for a long time?"

The old man angrily slammed his sword into the ground.

"They killed my guards and now they want to take my ship."

"Aldrick, if you still have the courage, you should come with me to find out what those traitors are doing."

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The butler raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

He knew his master all too well; this man had always been like this, even when he was young.

As he entered his later years, this stubbornness not only did not diminish, but intensified.

Especially in recent years.

Orion, who refused further mechanical modifications, began to age.

Only the family precepts engraved in their blood and the sense of honor in defending their territory shine brighter with the passage of time.

He was once a powerful warrior.

Even now.

But time waits for no one, and the old captain sometimes overlooks the fact that he is no longer the young man who single-handedly charged through enemy lines.

After losing most of his honor guard, his butler could no longer protect him time and time again.

"Master, I don't want to get my buttocks punched again for saving you."

"Especially now that I have no more room left to be repaired."

The old man let out a hearty laugh.

"You're still the same as before."

"And you still love adventure as much as ever."

The butler then picked up the conversation.

"We should leave now; there is still a civilian here who needs protection."

Then, the butler's armored mask turned towards Theresa.

"You're right, this isn't a suitable place to stay."

"Let's take this girl back to our camp first."

"As for those chaotic Astartes—"

The old man relocked the power helmet onto his neck armor, and the internal circulation system restarted with a humming sound.

"Once we've confirmed the situation, we'll let those bastards know that the Faraway hasn't changed owners yet."