Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 93 The Passing Knight

Its enormous size turned death into a long and agonizing torture.

Even though that body was pieced together and piled up from hundreds of dead people, it could still unleash its enormous power on the material world, turning some things within sight into ruins.

However, the psionic energy that sustains its operation is depleting, and the outer shell can no longer maintain its original complete form.

Numerous cracks spread along the torso, and pus flowed continuously from the cracks, pooling into a toxic swamp on the metal floor.

Even when the tide recedes, the power of chaos still possesses a destructive force that cannot be ignored.

Chaos and disorder, once out of control, will begin to unfold everywhere.

Some areas of the Chaos Egg have decayed and peeled away due to the decline of psionic energy, while other areas are still frantically multiplying according to instinct.

The newly formed tissues and the remnants devoured each other, greedily vying for the mother's dwindling vitality.

Hundreds of arms lashed out wildly, mercilessly tearing apart the connected chunks of flesh.

The continuous physical damage, coupled with the internal destruction caused by Anastasius, accelerated all of this.

It began its true demise.

Maybe----

If only the people here could hold on a little longer.

Even without Henry's arrival, the monster would eventually die from its own collapse.

After all, it's not a demon.

Demons can return again and again in the warp.

It was merely a monster cobbled together using immense psychic energy.

No matter how large a body is, as long as enough troops can be deployed, it can cause continuous destruction.

Henry stood still, staring into the monster's murky eyes, which were gradually losing their luster.

They are long dead.

But hatred did not die—it was a deliberate act of hatred.

The consciousness of all the dead had been distorted by chaos, and a hidden force manipulated their emotions.

In this way, the hatred and resentment of hundreds of people, after being purified and guided, were ultimately directed at the same person.

Henry.

—Even though many of them had never met Henry before.

The features of Shaius were deliberately placed in a prominent position.

An attack method specifically designed to counter Henry's fighting style.

Even its massive size seems to be a deliberate design choice to address the chainsaw sword's inefficiency when facing giant targets.

Those guys have observed themselves and analyzed themselves.

They thought they understood Henry.

Then they specially created such a monster.

Henry slowly exhaled.

The Creators made no attempt to conceal their malice; they conveyed their message to Henry across the vast distance.

As long as they are not killed, the attacks from chaos will continue indefinitely.

However, even the most meticulous calculations are bound to have deviations in the real universe.

The designers probably never expected that a large human settlement would be hidden within the hull they had occupied.

The lost monster failed to intercept Henry along its planned route and instead stumbled into this place by accident.

A series of unpredictable coincidences piled up and fermented, eventually leading to the current outcome.

The giant beast's mangled body suddenly began to convulse.

The center of the chest cavity bulged outward unnaturally, as if a foreign object was desperately trying to dig a passage outward from inside.

Finally, a figure, barely retaining its human form, squeezed out of the gaping wound, covered in sticky fluid and fragments of broken organs, tumbling and crashing onto the hard metal deck.

The Chaos Egg let out a final roar filled with anger and resentment.

The massive body finally lost all its support.

The pieces of flesh that had been pieced together began to peel off layer by layer.

The enormous body collapsed inward.

Countless arms, heads, and organs lost their psionic connection and reverted to a true mass of corpses.

Collapsed suddenly.

Anastasius, who had "escaped death," wiped the sticky substance off his face, raised his hands high, and waved them vigorously at Henry.

"Henry!"

"Look! Look!"

"I've found some original human parts!"

To showcase his new body, Anastasius turned around in a full circle, displaying his new form from every angle.

"Look at me, don't I look like a person now?"

Henry looked up at the sound, then fell into a long silence.

To be fair, compared to the previous comical meatball...

The Anastasius before me was clearly closer to its appearance when it first became a demon; it wasn't exactly handsome, but it did have some primate features.

It is equipped with at least a complete head, torso, and two arms.

Although the head was bald and the facial features were somewhat misaligned, at least all the organs were properly positioned in their corresponding areas according to normal human perception.

It can barely be called a humanoid.

But Anastasius was clearly very satisfied with his new body.

He took two steps, mimicking a human.

As soon as he took the third step, his lower body suddenly went limp.

The tissues on both legs immediately disintegrated, melting into a large clump of soft tentacles covered in mucus.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Those tentacles, like independent marine mollusks, crawled and wriggled haphazardly on the surrounding floor.

Anastasius struggled to sit up, looking at his legs, which he feared would never return, and fell into deep thought.

"really."

"Will the nature of subspace beings still affect their appearance in reality?"

He muttered to himself thoughtfully.

Or perhaps—

"Am I still too weak? Is the essence of the warp not abstract enough?"

Anastasius sighed helplessly, then looked up at Henry.

"I envy you, Henry."

"What do you envy about me?"

Anastasius realized he had let something slip. Had he told Henry that he also had a warp nature?

And exactly the same as him in the material world?

Anastasius felt a little guilty whenever he recalled that scene.

"Nothing...nothing at all."

He turned his bald head to the other side, his gaze wandering.

Ultimately, the devil lacked the courage to reveal the absurd truth he had glimpsed.

Even he himself couldn't say for sure.

Once Henry learns about the strangeness of his own body, will he still be able to maintain his current self-awareness?

As the atmosphere in the maintenance hall began to turn eerie, Anastasius suddenly stood up alertly.

The next moment, he immediately waved a large bunch of tentacles on his chassis.

"Someone's coming!"

As he shouted, he frantically tried to cover his barely human-like body with his tentacles.

Although a demon's body has no gender, there is naturally nothing to cover up.

Henry followed his gaze and looked back towards the end of the corridor.

Orion walked towards this place alone.

Aldrick instinctively wanted to keep up.

The old man simply raised his hand slightly.

A single glance was enough to make the old butler who had been with him for decades freeze in place.

Orion stepped over corpses scattered everywhere.

It finally stopped less than five meters from Henry—a dangerous distance.

A warrior's instincts warned Orion to raise his weapon, but Orion was unsure whether his power sword had enough destructive power to kill the two creatures before him.

Silence lingered in the ruins for a long time.

Ultimately, the aging ruler broke the deadlock.

"Are you a subject of the Emperor? Strange warrior."

Henry nodded.

"I am a human, a knight of the Human Empire—naturally a loyal subject of the Emperor."

"I apologize for my rudeness. Please allow me to express my sincere gratitude to you for rescuing the suffering citizens of the Empire, Knight—"

Orion bowed first, and Henry followed suit.

"My name is Henry."

"Henry————"

The old man chewed on the name, making sure he didn't recall a single demon being impersonated as Henry, before asking a question.

"So, who exactly are you, Henry?"

"An ordinary knight who was passing by."

Upon hearing this answer, the old man couldn't help but chuckle.