Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 92 The Dead "Man"

Only when blood is shed does the war truly begin.

But clearly, beasts don't need to follow the etiquette of battle—

All it knew was that its prey was injured, that it was becoming weak, and that its blood was so delicious.

This made the giant chaotic egg feel as if it had taken a step closer to the warp.

Unfortunately, this was far from enough to kill Henry.

Henry himself didn't even know what he was.

With the support of the system.

He could no longer be considered a human being, even though he might be genetically closer to the earliest humans than most of the imperial subjects in the world.

Even though he still possesses self-awareness as a human being, even though he is so close to chaos.

The war drums beside him resonated with Henry's pounding heartbeat.

Blood surged with this unknown rhythm, forcibly dispelling the fatigue brought on by the pain.

The Resurrected

This talent, which is close to the very source of Khorne's power, lit up.

Even if there is only one enemy, it is still a war involving thousands of people.

Blood, death, honor, hatred—all these elements construct a ritual called war.

It transformed into tangible power, continuously flowing into Henry's limbs and bones.

The tissue at the edge of the wound began to repair itself and stopped bleeding.

However, the growth of flesh and blood did not expand in a disorderly manner like that of the Chaos Egg; instead, it was locked within a template called "Henry".

The Chaos Egg sensed something amiss with its prey.

The thick, blue-skinned arm pressed forward, attempting to completely shred the enemy's internal organs with the bone sword.

Henry, however, grabbed the blade that was protruding from his chest and used his hand to catch the monster's sword.

Two completely different forces were locked in a stalemate in mid-air.

But Henry had no patience to wrestle with the monster; he took a step forward, letting the sharp bone hilt dig into his chest, forcibly closing the distance between them.

The chainsaw sword came crashing down with a piercing roar.

The blue arm had to retreat.

Several tentacles covered in slime lashed out from the surrounding area, forcing Henry to retreat.

But clearly, the Chaos Egg gained far more from those victims than that; cysts all over its body ruptured one after another, and a high concentration of ghastly green poisonous mist gushed out like a spring.

The smoke billowed across the metal floor, engulfing everything around it and reducing Henry's field of vision to less than ten steps.

A jumble of echoes began to reverberate through the thick fog.

"Henry".

"knight."

"Henry!"

"knight!"

The roars of men, the sobs of women, the lamentations of old men, and the strange laughter of children all interfered with Henry's hearing.

But in this environment where his senses were deprived, Henry felt a strange sense of familiarity.

It seems this isn't the first time I've encountered this situation.

A gap appeared deep within the poisonous fog.

A familiar yet tattered blue and white paint job came into Henry's view.

A warrior clad in Tau power armor, the surface of which was covered in cracks, with dark red liquid slowly dripping down the seams of the armor.

Behind the shattered mask was nothingness, making it impossible to discern its appearance.

The other party did not speak, but simply raised his arm and drew his blade.

A long sword slashed through the air.

Illusion and reality intertwined, and the giant blue hand made the same gesture.

The bone sword thrust out, and it coincided with the longsword in the illusion.

Clang—

The serrated edge of the chainsaw sword jammed the blade of the bone sword.

The Tau warriors in the field of vision shattered like a mirror and vanished without a trace, leaving only the terrifying force transmitted from the hilt of the sword truly present.

Using the momentum of the forward thrust, the giant arm flipped its wrist, and the bone sword immediately slid down along the blade of the chainsaw.

His movements were fluid and graceful, his moves were quick and unpredictable, and he unleashed several sword strikes with distinct styles in succession.

The sharp bone fragments narrowly grazed the knight's breastplate, scraping a long trail of dazzling sparks across his plate armor.

Before Henry could even regain his footing, the blue arm had already followed.

The bone sword thrust upwards, causing the massive body to spin, and the longsword swept horizontally from the side and rear along with the momentum of the spin.

His series of attacks flowed like mercury, leaving no openings.

Henry retaliated by drawing his chainsaw sword and slashing diagonally, but his opponent had already used the momentum of the spin to retract his weapon.

Every move, every stance, felt so familiar.

The sounds of weapons clashing echoed continuously in the thick fog, making the surrounding green miasma appear and disappear intermittently.

The monster knew every time Henry raised his hand, saw through his habits, and predicted his trajectory.

Even if it was expected.

Henry still felt a strange sadness.

He was familiar with Sasui's fighting style, but knew nothing about her past.

Their interactions were few and far between; the few times they did cross paths were merely an exchange of names. As for where she came from, or why she was a wanderer—

Henry never asked about any of this, and he probably never will.

The bone sword and the chainsaw sword were intertwined again.

Henry gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"never mind."

She chose her own path, and she fell on it.

Death is the end for everyone.

All Henry could do was let the dead rest in peace.

The knight drew his sword and met the attack, his shoulders slightly lowered as he feinted to the left.

As expected, the blue giant arm also changed its moves, attempting to repeat its old tricks and launch a close-range sword attack.

But just as the bone sword was about to strike again, Henry released the hilt with his right hand.

The chainsaw, now free, fell with gravity. His left hand firmly grasped the bottom, and using his lower body strength, he flicked the entire sword diagonally upwards.

That giant blue arm had no chance to defend itself.

The bone sword was jolted out of his hand, tumbling through the air and wedging itself into the distant wall.

Before the Chaos Egg could even give birth to a new sword, the enraged chainsaw sword had already severed the giant blue arm.

And with the disappearance of the greatest threat on the Chaos Egg.

A lump of flesh, no bigger than a human skull, squeezed out of the monster's body using its hands and feet.

"Pah! Pah! What a lump of mud!"

Anastasius spat out the juices from his mouth as he climbed outwards.

The weak, helpless, and pitiful demon finally managed to crawl out of the monster's stomach, saw Henry not far away, and wildly waved its underdeveloped, short limbs.

"Henry! It can't hold on any longer! This mountain of flesh is about to collapse!"

But even without his reminder, Henry already knew the monster's fate.

The deformed limbs, which were originally working together seamlessly, are now in a state of chaotic internal conflict.

The tentacles coiled and tightened around each other like intertwined venomous snakes, while the adjacent wounds opened their sharp teeth to gnaw at each other. The once-proud self-healing speed also showed a noticeable slowdown.

This thing was a failure from the moment it was created.

The immense psychic energy barely kept thousands of bodies pieced together.

But they were never truly allowed to become a complete life.

It keeps crashing.

They were merely relying on a constant supply of spiritual energy to forcibly delay the arrival of destruction.

Now, this balance is nearing its end.

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