Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 98 The Returning Army

"It seems the real universe is treating me fairly well."

Anastasius's mood improved considerably after his body returned to its original form.

After all, as a special kind of demon, multitasking for a long time not only fails to give it power in its madness, but also puts a burden on its mind.

Now that his soul has returned to his homeland, he let out a light, cheerful mutter.

"At least during the time we were away, no more troublesome creatures appeared—for example, high-ranking demons, and my body didn't find that annoying Eldar either."

The thought of that Spirit Race still made him feel uneasy.

"Although I think it's probably still hiding somewhere, and it hasn't given up and still wants to kill me."

But Henry did not respond.

Looking at the "Anastasia" knights attached to the wall, he felt a mixture of joy and sorrow.

He never imagined that the demon born from the [Henry-class Marigold Potion] would evolve to this extent in such a short period of time.

This could also be because Anastasius's power is of the same origin as Nurgle's, making their mutual devouring more efficient, and because of the undifferentiated chaos, Anastasius does not need to be suppressed by higher-ranking demons.

But that doesn't explain why it grew so big.

If Anastasius hadn't been unable to actively use his psychic powers and hadn't lacked a corresponding "territory" in the warp, Henry would have almost suspected that the demon before him had silently evolved into a Greater Demon.

And it seems that this evolution can continue—

What will it eventually become? A living planet in the material world? Or will it become a minor demigod in the warp, not driven by any god?

"Can you continue to expand outwards?"

"certainly."

Anastasius was clearly quite confident in his abilities: "Give me enough time, and I can cover more areas."

"Maybe a few years, maybe decades."

"In the end, the entire Voyager will become my stomach." The voice abruptly stopped, and the ten arms that were dancing excitedly in the air around them also stopped in mid-air.

"Protected area".

Henry turned his head to the side.

"What were you trying to say?"

"Protect."

Anastasius answered very quickly.

"I just meant to say 'protect'."

"I am a kind, friendly, and law-abiding demon, and the Emperor's decrees guide my progress."

Do you think this convinces you?

"No, but I think it's better than not explaining at all. Anyway, we're almost there."

Henry sighed and ignored the feeble excuse.

The loud clanging of gears coming from the end of the passage ahead.

The massive hydraulic valves emitted rows of white steam, and the gate, tens of meters high, rumbled up as it was pulled by chains.

The long-dormant mechanical structure emitted a deafening roar.

The light from behind the door gradually seeped out through the cracks, emanating a warm and peaceful emerald green.

Everyone in the group stopped in their tracks at the same time.

The long-awaited return of light left everyone bewildered.

A vast, completely unfamiliar world unfolded before everyone's eyes without any obstruction.

Strange sights never seen in the myths and legends of any empire.

The once spacious deck of the Voyager, capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people, has been completely swallowed up by an unprecedentedly lush ecosystem. Huge, fleshy vines meander up the hundreds-of-meters-high load-bearing pillars, heavily enveloping the metal bulkheads.

The intricate root system penetrated the cracks in the floor, twisting and gnarling together to form huge arches.

Deep within the fleshy "jungle," the settlements belonging to mortals remain unharmed.

A small army was already lined up to welcome the return of their compatriots.

Amidst the crowd, a figure strode quickly through the throng.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

Soldiers along the way stood at attention and saluted, making way for each other.

Compared to their last meeting, Cass has clearly changed a lot.

The uniform that was originally just a makeshift one had now been replaced with a well-tailored dark green long uniform. The epaulettes and cape had been remade, and there were even a few medals of honor pinned to his chest, which he could no longer suppress, having been found deep in some old warehouse. He spotted Henry at the very front of the line and could no longer suppress his smile.

"Knight Henry!"

Before he finished speaking, the person had already opened their arms to greet him.

Henry hadn't even had time to react before he was given a solid hug.

Even Henry, a veteran of countless battles, still felt uneasy when he encountered Cassius.

I don't know what happened to Cass, but now he's like a completely different person, somewhat—disgusting.

Just as he was about to push the person away, he heard Cass's voice, lowered to a level that only the two of them could hear.

"Please cooperate."

"Someone's taking pictures nearby. You don't want to see a mutiny break out in the camp, do you?"

The faint light from the servo skull flickered in the back.

Henry ultimately failed to shake him off.

Even after the hug ended, the enthusiasm on Cass's face had not faded.

However, when the gaze passed over the knight's shoulder armor and landed on Orion behind him...

That composure subsided silently.

The surrounding noise seemed to vanish, and the air suddenly became quiet.

Orion was also staring at the "Grand Commander" opposite him.

On his way back, he had already heard from Henry about everything that had happened in the settlement.

When they were actually face to face with that "manager," neither of them knew how to begin.

Logically speaking, this place should still belong to the Faraway.

Orion, however, is the true owner of this ship.

In reality, the entire deck outpost is now operational thanks to the officer in dress uniform who built it up bit by bit. In particular, the original owner didn't appear when the outpost was in its most difficult time, but only came here after Cass had improved its operations.

No matter who brings up the issue of power ownership, it will never be an easy topic.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Cass decided to put this troublesome matter aside for the time being.

"You've all had a long journey."

"Let's rest first. We can talk about it after we've eaten."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to the soldiers lined up behind him.

"Arrange accommodations for the adults and soldiers."

"Also, tell the kitchen to prepare more hot food."

It was as if nothing had happened.

Orion quietly observed the person opposite him, without exposing his thoughts, and simply smiled gently.

"It seems I have a fine crew member."

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"Captain is joking; this is the result of everyone's hard work."

After he finished speaking, he stepped aside to make way and gestured for Orion to proceed.

"Captain, I have quite a few things I'd like to report to you."

The two left one after the other.

On the other side is the maintenance area.

Theresa pushed through the bustling crowd and finally found Balu next to the supply crate.

She looked around.

"Where's Wesker? Why didn't he come to welcome you?"

The smile on Balu's face gradually faded, turning into a long silence.

"He died in a chaotic invasion, and thankfully you left."

Theresa paused for a moment.

He did not press for the specific cause of death, but simply lowered his head and gently grasped the imperial emblem on his chest.

After a long silence, he said softly.

"He has lived long enough; the Emperor will protect his soul."

Baru nodded and said nothing more.

It was at this moment.

A commotion suddenly broke out on the outskirts of the camp.

More and more people emerged from the makeshift tents.

Countless eyes were fixed on the knight standing at the front of the crowd.

Someone recognized it first.

"It's Henry!"

The sound was like a spark falling into boiling oil, quickly spreading through the crowd.

"Knight Henry!"

"The saint has returned!"

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