Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 97 Demon World?

Something's not right.

Henry, who was at the head of the transfer team, suddenly stopped.

He looked toward the ruins on the other side of the passage, swallowed by endless darkness.

Rows of destroyed bulkheads twisted outwards like broken ribs, and the shadows were silent.

There was clearly nothing there, yet he inexplicably felt a sense of unease, as if the oppressive atmosphere before a storm enveloped the entire corridor.

Startled, Balu pulled out his weapon and looked in that direction, only to find complete darkness in his field of vision.

"What?" he asked in a low voice.

Henry remained silent for a moment.

He slowly placed his palm on the sword hilt, the cool touch of the metal keeping his mind clear.

"—We should hurry up."

Balu was puzzled.

"What did you find?"

I can't quite explain it.

"I just felt something was wrong, like something was about to happen."

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Hearing this conversation, the little fleshy lump that was parasitizing the shoulder armor also tried to pull itself out of the gap.

Anastasius, mimicking Henry, solemnly leaned out and peered into the darkness.

After looking at it for a long time, it even nodded seriously.

"Um."

Balu couldn't help but glance at the lump of flesh, his face full of suspicion: "You felt it too?"

"Mortals, you don't understand the great power of a demon like me."

Henry ignored the two arguing and turned to look at the line behind him.

"We need to hurry, sir. Please tell your men."

Orion had no objections after hearing this.

Throughout their journey, this knight demonstrated truly high moral character, leading by example and helping them overcome numerous dangers.

"Everyone, speed up!"

The ranks behind immediately stirred, with the soldiers at the rear waving their arms and urging the civilians to move forward.

One after another, carts loaded with ammunition and valuable machinery began to roll again, their heavy axles rumbling on the steel floor.

In the center of the group, a mountain of flesh several meters high was slowly moving forward.

That was most of Anastasius's body that he left here.

To alleviate the burden of transportation, the demon volunteered to act as a pack animal.

They carried several heavy metal crates forward.

Along the way, several guards of the Cult of the Machine God followed closely beside them, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They dared not be harsh with a demon, but they also did not want to see a demon's carelessness damage the precious machinery.

All we can do is try to soothe this harmless demon little by little.

On the other side of the group, Theresa was quickly following a mechanical priest arranged by Orion.

The priest's body had been largely replaced with a prosthetic body, and his synthesized electronic voice was transmitted through a speaker, imparting knowledge from the Church of Theresa.

"Knowledge belongs to Om Messiah."

"Machines carry the soul."

"Ordinary people should have a sense of awe for all technology."

As Teresa walked, she listened attentively, carefully memorizing every word.

She has an innate thirst for the unknown, and now that she has met a mentor willing to impart knowledge, she naturally won't let any opportunity slip by.

Moreover, this is a great opportunity for her to get a permanent position and promotion.

The priest, of course, saw through her thoughts.

"If you are devout enough and have the corresponding understanding, the Mechanicus welcomes every apprentice who thirsts for truth."

The girl's eyes brightened, and her steps became lighter.

After several hours of trekking, the long steel corridor finally came to an end.

Henry was the first to stop.

Looking around, a large patch of dark red flesh and blood had spread rampantly along the deck.

They are like the roots of some huge, ancient tree, firmly covering the walls, ceilings, and floors.

The entire passageway seemed to transform into a living esophagus, breathing steadily.

"It seems," Balu swallowed hard, looking at Anastasius, "that you've gotten bigger again."

Anastasius's voice was full of pride.

"Of course! My body is constantly expanding."

"As long as those pesky Nurgle monsters don't bother me every day, I can cover an even wider area."

Several mechanical priests walking ahead stopped and looked down at the Diamond detector in their hands.

Stop.

One of them patted the outer casing of the instrument.

"The reading has changed."

The other priests immediately gathered around.

The warning indicator light, which had been flashing a high-risk red light, has now turned into a steady blue light, and the value is steadily decreasing.

"Reality stability is increasing."

"The subspace overlap rate continues to decline."

"Unbelievable—" Another priest quickly switched to the backup equipment and came to the same conclusion: the current reading was even higher than it had been a few hours earlier.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their mechanical prosthetic eyes unable to conceal their confusion.

They looked around at the omnipresent demonic flesh and blood, their expressions complex.

Reason told them that the ecosystem built by demons was actually resisting the erosion of chaos.

Some suspect this is another, deeper form of blasphemy, while others believe it is an unknown phenomenon that transcends existing theological theories.

But no one dared to utter these outrageous speculations.

In this desolate star field, those who survived all knew when to remain silent.

Henry's shoulder armor blob let out a cheer.

"We're home!"

Without hesitation, it leaped into the air, landing on the ground with a thud, and then tumbled and jumped all the way forward.

The flesh and blood covering the passage seemed to sense something and began to surge and writhe violently, welcoming its master's return.

The little meatball merged into the meat wall without any hindrance.

In an instant, the entire ecosystem of flesh and blood trembled, as if a giant beast sleeping deep within a starship had opened its eyes.

A moment later, Anastasius's voice came from all sides of the fleshy walls simultaneously, with a three-dimensional echo.

"Henry, Cass knows you've arrived and is sending men to meet you."

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