Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 91 The Pampered and the Unloved

But there was no time for Theresa to waste.

Especially since it wasted on something of unknown origin that looked like a chaotic monster, the entire high-altitude scaffolding was slowly tilting to the other side, and the steel cables pulling at the top were already stretched to the critical point.

She could only watch helplessly as she drifted further and further away from the repair platform, her last chance slipping through her fingers.

Theresa stretched out one hand in vain, but reached for nothing.

Instead, he lost his balance, the platform beneath his feet tilted continuously, and his body slowly slid down the steel plate.

She gritted her teeth and desperately grabbed a horizontal lever before falling.

The person was suspended dozens of meters in the air, swaying back and forth with the collapse of the scaffolding.

The rough steel surface cut her palm, and thick blood gathered along the edge of her wrist, dripping into the abyss below.

And at her feet.

The Chaos Egg was clearly even more excited after tasting her blood.

The deformed body, pieced together from countless wreckage, rose upwards, and the decaying cannons on the monster's shoulders began to rotate, adjusting their angles.

Its instincts originate from the memories of the victims and are corrupted by the malice of the subspace.

Slaughter was ingrained in its body, fueled by the resentment of someone who had not yet died, driving the psychic energy within it.

Only now did Teresa realize that her path to survival had been cut off.

Or rather, it was wrong of me from the very beginning to be so desperate to kill this monster.

Despair washed over her like a tidal wave, her will weakened more than ever before, and she began to experience auditory hallucinations.

However, just as Teresa was preparing to close her eyes and face her end.

She suddenly saw a strange light.

On the seemingly unreachable maintenance platform, a crimson light suddenly appeared at some unknown time.

A figure stood silently in the center of the platform.

His plate armor and torso were covered with intricate scarlet patterns, which flowed like blood, their light flickering.

A chainsaw sword was started, and the engine roared deafeningly.

The high-speed cutting saw teeth sparked as they scraped against the steel platform, and thick, bright red liquid sprayed down the rotating teeth, leaving a glaring trail of blood behind them.

The figure on the platform sprinted in circles, slashing down with unstoppable momentum.

boom-!

The ferocious serrated edges relentlessly gnawed into the steel cable, and the burst of intense flames illuminated his face.

The industrial cables, originally designed to support thousands of tons of starship-class components, groaned under the chainsaw's cutting, with the thick steel wires wrapped inside snapping one after another.

Then, the figure used the same method to cut off the second and third bars—

Finally, he cut the last steel cable, and the entire maintenance platform was completely freed from its restraints.

The colossal object, weighing tens of tons and cast from high-strength alloys, was transformed into a falling meteorite under the influence of gravity.

Carrying unstoppable kinetic energy, it crashed straight down onto the chaotic egg below, which had just finished charging its cannon and was still unable to move.

The mindless monster finally sensed the approach of death, but hatred gave it the power to refuse it.

Hundreds of thick arms bulged out from both sides of the monster's body, lifting it upwards in unison.

He attempted to catch the heavy object falling from the sky using his physical body and the vast subspace energy within him.

However, in the face of pure physical mass and gravitational acceleration, psionic energy that has not been ascended still has its limits.

Moreover, it was nothing more than a collection of "weak" people in its lifetime.

Boom—!!

A terrifying roar, accompanied by a localized earthquake, swept through the hall.

Under the terrifying pressure, the flesh and blood on the Chaos Egg burst open, and countless broken limbs, eyeballs and organs were squeezed out and scattered in all directions.

The monster's massive body, along with the half of the supporting beam below, was completely swallowed up by the cascading metal debris.

The shockwave from the fall spread like a hurricane.

The high-altitude steel frame beneath Theresa's feet, already on the verge of collapse, finally disintegrated under the force of the blast wave.

As the machine shook, the young repairman could no longer grip the slippery lever.

Her fingers loosened one by one until finally, she could no longer hold on.

It fell downwards.

A strong, cold wind whistled past my ears.

Fear robbed her of the possibility of resistance, and the girl instinctively closed her eyes tightly.

The feeling at this moment seemed familiar—

Perhaps she once fantasized about being a bird.

However, the pain did not come as expected.

In mid-air, two arms supported her back and the back of her legs.

The impact was perfectly neutralized; the body only shuddered slightly upon landing, with all the force absorbed by the person behind it.

Theresa opened her eyes, still shaken.

The first thing you see is a plate armor that she repaired herself, but which is now filthy and tattered.

Then, that familiar face came into her view.

Like a dream.

Looking at the knight so close to her, she initially thought it was the dense warp energy around her that was eroding her senses and weaving an illusion that was deceiving her mind.

Theresa slowly raised her trembling arm, her fingertips reaching out to touch the other person's cheek to confirm the temperature of reality.

But before his fingers could even touch her, he was stopped by a single sentence from the knight.

"Don't touch me—"

"I may still have plague toxins on my face."

Theresa's hand hovered halfway.

The belated realization of her embarrassment brought a blush to her cheeks. She quickly withdrew her hand and awkwardly shifted her gaze to the pile of miscellaneous items to the side.

After a few seconds of silence between them, she came to her senses and asked.

"How did you—find this place?"

Henry released his arms from hers and gently placed her on the ground.

"You've lost your things the whole way."

"Tools, cloth bag, and your hairband————."

"Balu and I searched for a long time, picking things up along the way."

As the young knight spoke, he turned his gaze back to the ruins ahead.

"Moreover, with such a commotion here, it's hard to miss."

"Palu's here too?"

"They're here."

Henry nodded.

"However, he didn't dare to jump down directly; he's probably still looking for a way down."

Upon hearing this, Theresa almost immediately pictured the burly mercenary standing on the edge of the cliff, peering out cautiously...

A comical scene of someone anxiously pacing back and forth.

The fear that had been lingering in her heart was somewhat lessened, and she let out a clear laugh.

But her smile didn't last long, and Henry gestured for her to leave.

Henry could sense a surge of malice rising from the depths of the ruins beneath his feet.

The war drums around him grew even more intense.

"Leave now."

He stood with his sword drawn, shielding Theresa behind him with his body.

boom!

The metal plate in the center of the ruins was forcibly lifted away by a terrifying force.

A tentacle, as thick as a well cover and covered in fleshy growths, suddenly broke through the barrier and lunged straight at Henry's chest.

At the same time, strange, heavy sounds came from beneath the collapsed wreckage, as if a dozen throats were issuing a declaration simultaneously.

"Found you—"

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But Henry was already used to these strange and bizarre things.

If anything is truly terrifying, it's this "person" who is constantly being watched by several subdimensional evil gods.

That should be the scariest thing on the ship.

He swung his chainsaw sword upwards.

The longsword met the mutated limb head-on.

The high-frequency rotating metal collided with the tough flesh, producing a piercing noise.

Large amounts of flesh and blood splattered outwards, the entire tentacle being cleaved in two by its own kinetic energy. Thick, dark green blood, like ink, splashed everywhere, corroding the deck and creating wisps of white smoke.

The Chaos Egg's prized, grotesque regenerative abilities seemed to have lost their effectiveness against the Knight; its severed tentacles failed to heal quickly under the nourishment of the Plague Psionic Energy.

Instead, the granulation tissue on both sides of the wound twisted and grew wildly, trying to reattach itself, but was repeatedly thwarted.

Blessed by a warp god and favored by one named "Henry," this weapon has demonstrated effective suppression against psionic beings.

The former has always enjoyed blood and pain.

The black blood stained the chainsaw teeth was ignited by a mysterious heat, rising into dark red flames.

The glowing, vein-like patterns climbed along the broad blade all the way to the hilt, up Henry's arm, giving this industrial creation a kind of frenzied vitality.

The chaotic egg deep within the ruins sensed the obstruction of its power and roared in anger.

It instinctively severed its injured arm.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of new limbs, pieced together from twisted bones and muscles, emerged one after another from around its broken torso.

The arm, like a dense forest of flesh and blood dancing wildly in the wind, swept down towards Henry's location.

But the roar of the chainsaw's engine drowned out the monster's howl.

The first arm that reached for his face was shredded into a cloud of blood and gore before it could even exert any force. The appendages tried to grab his shoulder armor from the side, but Henry twisted his wrist, pulled back the hilt of his sword, and the sharp cutting line severed it cleanly at the root.

Henry used his waist to spin around, and the blade swept across the ground in a semi-circular arc.

Amidst the flying sparks, a tentacle was flung into the air.

But Henry was still too small, and more twisted tentacles crawled out of the ruins.

The green toxic fog immediately spread outwards.

However, before the poisonous fog had fully spread, the figure clad in armor, using the longsword in his hand as cover, broke through the smoke and charged forward.

But then the unexpected happened: the mountain of debris began to undulate violently, slowly arched up by a tremendous force from below.

The severely damaged Chaos Egg ripped through the ruins and crawled back onto the battlefield.

Its current state is far more dilapidated than it was before.

The huge crater in the center of the torso, created by the tens of tons of maintenance platform, is still clearly visible, with a large number of internal organs exposed.

Despite being severely injured, its hatred was stronger than ever before. Driven by hatred, the mindless monster revealed its ferocity.

The hundreds of mouthparts covering its entire body tore open to both sides.

"Henry—it's Henry."

"I've found you."

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"We've found you."

The broken shell was like a malfunctioning tape recorder, repeatedly playing these fragmented syllables.

Its vast, mixed consciousness has completely collapsed and can no longer utter any complete language.

Henry's brows slowly furrowed inwards.

Do you know me?

The monster did not respond to the question.

Or rather, that festering brain had long since lost the ability to understand the problem.

The only driving force that kept its mutilated body moving, besides the hatred born of its twisted nature, was to kill Henry.

The roar rose again, and it grew that enormous blue arm once more, with a bone sword formed from the alien spine extending out, charging towards Henry.

Henry also raised his chainsaw sword.

Two completely different figures stood in the scorched earth of the repair hall.

Finally, for the first time, they truly faced each other.

Henry desperately wanted to get closer to the monster.

But clearly, even wild animals become cautious after experiencing pain.

The cannon muzzles that proliferated on the surface of the chaotic egg expanded unnaturally.

The purulent and dark green fluid slid down the inner wall of the cannon barrel, squeezing the shells about to be fired forward in a bizarre manner, resembling a grotesque mass of diseased organs in labor.

The next moment, more than ten shells soaked in plague toxins, trailing a ghastly green flame, rained down on Henry's location.

Henry, undaunted by the plague, was not deterred by these attacks and charged straight ahead amidst the barrage of cannon fire.

The chainsaw sword's engine roared deafeningly, its high-speed rotating teeth leaving a trembling crimson afterimage in mid-air.

The first bomb hit head-on.

Henry swung his sword and slashed horizontally.

boom-!

The moment the blade touched the projectile, the crimson psionic energy attached to it first sliced ​​through the outer layer of rotting flesh, and then the ferocious serrations shredded the corrupted projectile along with the gunpowder into dust.

A violent explosion erupted in mid-air, with green, toxic fire mixed with bits of flesh and bone scattering in all directions.

The blast wave knocked Henry's upper body backward, but the weak explosion obviously didn't hurt him.

Then came several more missiles, their crimson trajectories flashing in succession, each collision sending up a cloud of murky fire in mid-air.

The entire maintenance hall echoed with continuous explosions.

Shredded chunks of flesh, metal fragments, flames, and highly toxic spores mingled together, turning the view above into a morbid, ghastly green.

Watching the figure constantly moving around the center of the explosion from afar, Orion abandoned his intention to join the battle.

"madman----"

The elderly man offered his opinion.

Even in Astartes, very few people attempt to intercept missiles with melee weapons.

Although the corrupted missiles are far less explosive than before, they are more susceptible to the erosion of filth's plague.

Even with the emperor's blessing, how could anyone resist the erosion of the plague without protection?

The well-informed ship owner naturally knew that the saints in the Empire could resist the power of the Warp, and even some devout battle nuns could obtain the Emperor's protection through their faith.

But if the Emperor were truly watching this place, how could the tragedy that befalls the Far Voyager have occurred?

The human mouthparts pieced together on the surface of the chaotic egg emitted a piercing scream.

It also couldn't understand what was going on with the prey in front of it.

Its massive body began to twist in all directions, and dozens of tentacles of varying lengths, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, lashed out at Henry.

Several thick, human-like severed arms grabbed the scattered broken steel beams and hurled them like javelins.

The enormous arm, covered in sickly blue skin, silently gripped the pale bone sword, hidden in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike and kill.

Henry sidestepped the flying steel beam, stepped on the second beam, and leaped up, severing one of the tentacles.

Before the sword could be withdrawn, another limb lashed out from his right blind spot and struck his back.

He parried with his sword held vertically in the backhand.

But the two tentacles seized the opportunity to tightly wrap around the sword, attempting to disarm Henry.

The serrated edges sliced ​​through the corrupt organizations, and the two sides were locked in a power struggle.

At the same time.

The giant blue arm finally made its move.

The pale bone sword silently pierced through the gap between the tentacles that were locked in a struggle, and, following a tricky angle that would be difficult for an ordinary person to defend against, stabbed straight into Henry's chest.

By the time he realized it, there was no way to avoid it.

*Pfft*

The bone sword pierced through the sturdy metal plate armor.

The longsword, crafted from a spliced ​​alien spine, pierced through the chest, penetrated the flesh, and emerged from the back.

The blood of the human-made figure dripped down the pale sword blade and fell to the ground.

Even though the Blood of Siegfried provided exceptional protection for Qianli and his armor, the fatal blow still pierced through his torso.

The intense pain caused a blank space to appear in his vision.

At the same time, the sound of the drums in my ears became even clearer.

The drumbeats, originating from the deepest part of the subspace, grew ever more profound with each resounding beat.

It was as if an army of billions was charging across an endless wilderness paved with a sea of ​​blood.

Henry could clearly sense that a gaze filled with pleasure and tyranny was once again descending upon him.

Blood Heaven is watching.

He rejoiced at the bloodshed of that bastard Chiri.

They rejoice in the frustration of mortals who, emboldened by their own pampering, become complacent.

The blood flowing continuously from the breastplate did not drip away completely; some of the liquid, as if drawn by invisible karmic forces, climbed against the current and clung to the chainsaw sword of the thousand-mile-long sword.

The dark red weapon roared, revealing a chillingly vivid pattern between its serrated edges.

The sword was also given life, and it's hard to say whether the anger on it came from Khorne or Senri himself.

Senri gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain piercing her body, and a thought involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

really.

Khorne was also a petty god.

Having repeatedly rejected the blessings he received, yet inadvertently accepting the omen left by Nagle, this God of War clearly remembers you.

Only when blood is shed does the war truly begin.

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