Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 105 The War of the Far Travelers (3)

The Plague Warrior sneered.

The chain coiled in mid-air, wrapping around Henry's arm as if it were alive, with spikes on the chain extending as he used it.

As long as you keep them entangled.

He was able to use Astartes' terrifying strength, far exceeding that of ordinary people, to break the human's bones and drag this ridiculous tin can to his front.

Next, it will make the knight before him regret coming to this ship, and Henry's soul will forever rot in his father's garden.

however.

Just as the chains were about to bite into the knight's arm armor, Henry instead met its weapon head-on.

The chainsaw sword struck the chain precisely, and sparks flew along the chain links.

The knight seemed happy to get closer to the plague warrior, but he preferred to keep the initiative in his own hands.

Rather than saying it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, it's more accurate to say he seemed to have been deliberately waiting for this attack.

Use the opponent's moment of vulnerability when making a move to shorten the distance between you.

And now—

The Plague Warrior is now within range of the Chainsword.

His cloudy pupils contracted slightly.

next second.

The chainsaw sword had already slashed diagonally from a tricky, absolutely unexpected angle at the bottom, flashing a blood-red light.

For a fleeting moment, the Plague Warrior saw a crimson red light.

The roaring chain teeth slashed diagonally past the power armor, sending sparks flying from the terracotta armor plate.

The crimson light spread along the wound.

A long gash was cut open in the ceramic breastplate of the Plague Warrior, which had been heavily blessed by Nurgle.

Fragments of ceramic steel flew everywhere.

Dark green, highly corrosive blood spurted from the crack, sizzling as it landed on the iron plate on the ground.

The plague warrior's massive body suddenly took a step back.

He swung the chain in his hand once more, forcing Henry back and bringing them back to a safe distance.

He then realized what had happened and looked at his chest.

The wound left by the chainsaw sword was not deep.

The chain teeth only cut through the outer armor and some flesh attached to it, but failed to damage his internal organs.

But for the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on his ugly face.

How is that possible?

How could I be hurt so easily?

He stared intently at the chainsaw sword, which was still dripping acidic blood.

A crimson glow, like breath, swirled between the rapidly spinning chain teeth.

Each rotation and roar of the gears was accompanied by the roars and clashes of countless fanatical warriors deep within the warp—and the drumbeats from the warp itself.

This is definitely not the power of a psychic.

The powerful psionicists on this ship had already been marked and killed by them during the initial invasion.

Moreover, ordinary psionicists cannot suppress Nurgle's power; their fragile minds can easily be driven mad by the ripples in the warp.

The power emanating from the knight before them seemed more like that of a demon.

Blood God?

The image of the being sitting on the skull throne subconsciously surfaced in the veteran's mind.

Otherwise, a mere chainsaw sword used by ordinary people, even if forged with the best materials and craftsmanship, could never so easily tear through the Astartes power armor.

But how could the Blood God be so lenient as to grant him power while preserving his human identity? Moreover, the chaotic aura he sensed from the knight before him was not strong—did his power have another source?

Without any hesitation.

Relying on his fighting instincts honed over thousands of years, he immediately retreated after blocking one of Henry's attacks.

We must widen the distance again and take advantage of our wingspan!

The mortal before him was far more dangerous than he had imagined, even giving him the illusion that he was fighting a champion knight.

However, just as he stepped back...

His gaze, peering through the narrow cross-shaped slits of the knight's helmet, finally made out the pair of eyes beneath the visor.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Brown eyes, calm and natural.

The interior reflects scenes from elsewhere, with countless bizarre and fantastical sights unfolding before the knight.

However, there wasn't a single plague warrior powerful enough to single-handedly wipe out an entire city!

Just like————

The human being before me.

From the moment he walked towards himself with the sword in hand, he was certain in his heart that he could kill a fully armed Astartes.

This absurd thought caused the plague warrior to experience a moment of mental disorientation the instant their eyes met.

But the next moment.

The humiliation and anger of being looked down upon by ordinary people instantly overwhelmed reason.

"mortal!!"

He let out a deafening roar, the loudspeaker crackling with a piercing sound due to its excessive volume.

He actually loosened the chain that made close combat inconvenient, and opened his giant hand, which was spreading plague, and with the terrifying thrust of the power armor, he grabbed at Henry's head.

As long as you catch it.

As long as we can hold onto this fragile tin can.

With the power of Astartes, he could crush the skull and helmet together, bit by bit, like crushing a berry.

but.

They missed.

Blinded by rage, it only caught a fleeting glimpse of a shadow.

The knight's body was already preparing to dodge as the giant hand descended, and he just managed to avoid its grasping range.

at the same time.

The war drums roared once more, and the chainsaw sword was brandished once more.

The sharp edge of the sword struck his elbow joint, which had been exposed after he missed his grab—the weakest and most flexible part of the power armor.

A large section of steel protecting the drive shaft shattered, revealing the artificial muscle bundles inside and destroying the exposed flesh of all the plague warriors along the way.

pain.

it hurts.

The sensation, which it thought had become numb and would never reappear, stimulated its brain once again.

It hadn't experienced these things for so long that it actually thought it was going to die.

What a joke! The pain I experienced was countless times longer than your entire life!

Ignoring the pain, the Plague Warrior immediately retaliated with his other fist.

But that person disappeared from its sight once again.

Next cut.

It landed hard on the back of his knee, the part that supported his weight.

The third sword slashed across the shoulder power interface.

The fourth sword flashed past along the waist servo structure.

The wound, slashed open by the scarlet fangs, failed to heal as usual.

The powerful life force that Nurgle had bestowed upon him, the ability to regenerate even severed limbs, was being rejected by another kind of psionic energy.

The green putrefactive hyphae twisted and wriggled at the edge of the wound, but could never cross the scarlet incision to reconnect the broken muscle tissue.

As key nodes were damaged one after another, his movements began to slow down irreversibly.

Gradually, they lose control of their bodies and gradually lose the initiative in the fight.

Do not--

How could this happen?

He was like a maddened beast, constantly throwing punches and unleashing the plague aura with all his might.

However, the Death Guard is among the slowest of all the Space Marines on average.

His superhuman strength and massive size, which he was so proud of, now became a fatal burden.

What he found even more unacceptable deep down was...

In those inevitable head-on clashes, the power emanating from the opponent's blade was not much less than that of himself, who was genetically modified and wearing power armor!

That was a power that no ordinary human body could bear and unleash.

He began to breathe heavily.

A warrior who has fought for a thousand years.

It was unbelievable that a mere mortal, wielding a chainsaw sword, could completely crush it into this riddled-with-hole state in a head-on duel.

far away.

The arrogance and contempt on the faces of the plague warriors who had been standing beside the troop carrier, watching the "execution" with great interest, gradually disappeared as their comrades sustained more and more wounds.

They finally began to realize it.

Things didn't go as they expected.

One of them silently lowered his arms, which were crossed over his chest, and slowly raised the bulky bomb gun in his hand.

Prepare to abandon that ridiculous, manipulative mentality, forcefully intervene, and end this increasingly bizarre duel.

Right at this moment.

The plague warrior, who was locked in a fierce battle and driven to the brink of despair, finally came to terms with reality and relinquished his pride in Astartes.

He opened the squad's internal communication channel.

Prepare to call in fire support and blast this monster in front of us to smithereens.

But a blinding crimson sword light flashed past the edge of his right blind spot.

Followed by.

He felt his vision slip out of control, and the whole world began to tumble and spin without warning.

In the rotating image, he saw the gloomy, dilapidated ship's hold.

I saw countless clones belonging to that strange "demon," and in the distance, my brothers, stiff and awkward, raising their explosive guns.

At last.

He saw his own headless body, its neck gushing forth copious amounts of blood, yet still standing upright, supported by his power armor.

"Bang."

The moment his head crashed down, his consciousness was completely plunged into boundless darkness.

Henry grabbed the massive head, which was still rolling on the ground and wearing a horned power helmet.

Dark green, foul-smelling, putrid blood dripped continuously from the bottom of the helmet onto the iron plate.

He slowly lowered the chainsaw sword to his side.

The saber teeth remained idle, as if savoring the warmth of fresh blood.

The crimson blood was continuously absorbed into the sword's body along the rapidly rotating chain.

Henry stared straight at the few plague warriors in the distance who were holding weapons but frozen in place.

ear.

The war drums that had been relentlessly beating in his ears ever since he was noticed by Khorne began a new chapter.

Just this once.

Amidst the raging war drums, another sound emerged.

fear.

The flavor was so delicious, it was constantly emanating from the depths of the chaotic Astartes ahead, rapidly growing and spreading within their mutated hearts.

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