Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 107 The War of the Far Travelers (5)

Until this moment.

Everyone finally saw what they were about to face.

After the forest of flesh and blood that Anastasius had built completely collapsed, there was no longer any obstruction to the view.

Green decay, a deathly wasteland flowing with yellowish-green pus, arrogantly spread to the horizon of the steel deck.

That can no longer be simply called an army.

It's more like a continent that's slowly moving.

At the very front, the corrupted hounds and corpse demons, like a black tide, were densely packed together.

The highly decomposed bodies constantly squeeze, rub, and merge with each other in the crowd. Sometimes, two corpse demons will merge together in the squeezing, and then split off again to produce new monsters with extra limbs.

Further away, plague-ridden monstrosities, as large as houses, moved slowly, leaving large patches of foul-smelling pus on the steel deck with each step.

Behind that giant rotting fly, dozens of smaller rotting flies hovered in mid-air.

On the back of almost every rotting fly stood a plague warrior.

They silently gazed down at the distant human defenses.

They are a group of ruthless executioners who have long since sharpened their butcher knives and are quietly waiting for their master's order to harvest the souls of mortals.

And at the very front of these fallen warriors.

Agrius, the soon-to-be-crowned overlord of decay, stands with his hands behind his back, like a god atop the back of a decaying fly.

Even if he just stands there quietly, the space and matter of the entire battlefield beneath his feet and around him are irreversibly assimilated and corrupted in his direction.

On the ground, this is the core location of the legion.

An indescribable creature, several times larger than the Chaos Egg that Henry had once seen, slowly came into view.

It has no fixed shape; its massive, fleshy body is like a pot of boiling meat paste, constantly churning and bubbling.

With each wriggling motion, a new eye splits open.

The new mouth emitted painful and frantic howls.

This should have been a monster whose sanity had been completely overwhelmed by the energy of the subspace, causing it to go out of control.

But now.

A thick iron chain ran through the center of its ever-expanding brain.

The iron chain stretched all the way.

The other end was held in the hands of the monk who had corrupted the bell.

The plague warriors, monks, stood atop the behemoth, a bronze bell inscribed with blasphemous runes suspended behind them by the spine.

With the occasional slight twitch of the iron chain, the Chaos Egg immediately let out a low whimper, like a wild dog that had been whipped, and its whole body crawled even lower, no longer daring to struggle in the slightest.

But how could the corrupted cultivator's spiritual energy and a single iron chain possibly restrain this behemoth?

More so because of the oppressive force emanating from the sky.

Under the suppression of the absolute ruler.

Even madness has learned fear.

Behind the defensive line.

Some people couldn't help but swallow hard.

Even seasoned mercenaries who had experienced countless wars and thought they had rolled around in hell several times over, were seeing a legion belonging to Nurgle so directly for the first time.

Orion gazed at the distant green ocean.

After a long while, he slowly exhaled.

"How terrifying!"

He suddenly chuckled, but the laughter carried an undisguised self-mockery and sorrow.

"If this were in the past, someone would have pointed their finger at me and told me that such an army could be born on my ship."

"I would definitely think that person is on drugs and has someone cut off his tongue to feed to the dogs."

As they were talking.

Heavy mechanical footsteps echoed from behind the settlement.

Several Sentinel mechs, which had long been crippled and abandoned, but were now being repaired at great cost by the followers of the Cult of Mechanics, slowly walked from the direction of the temporary warehouse.

And behind them.

Several Punisher turret vehicles slowly advanced.

The massive cannon barrel slowly rose, locking onto those "large targets" in the distance.

Meanwhile, more hastily assembled mortars, laser cannons, and automatic cannons were also gradually deployed to the front lines.

Faced with dire circumstances, humanity has also revealed all the cards it has left.

Balu's eyes lit up.

He nudged the mechanical priest next to him with his elbow.

"I never expected you guys could repair such massive machines. How come I've never seen them before?"

The mechanical priest silently took a step to the side.

It's like a germaphobe avoiding a stupid monkey.

Balu raised his hand somewhat awkwardly, then looked down and sniffed his armpit in confusion.

"Do I smell?"

Orion, however, smiled and accepted the question.

"If the outbreak of chaos hadn't come so suddenly, and if I had even just one more month, we wouldn't be in such a sorry state."

He glanced at the sentry mechs.

"My private army has ten or even a hundred times more equipment and weaponry than it does now."

"Not to mention, I also possess a perfectly preserved Abomination Intelligence," which might be able to destroy me along with this chaos.

Hearing the words "aversion to intelligence".

The mechanical priest, who had been silent to the side, suddenly had all the optical lenses on his head light up with an extremely dangerous scarlet glow at almost the same time.

"Heretical remarks! Please note that they have been completely destroyed by my teachings."

"That's just from my private collection!"

Orion's voice rose a few decibels.

"You didn't even let me see it one last time."

"Every minute it exists could potentially trigger a new disaster!"

Orion spread his hands.

"Come on, the safety of all humanity? Then why isn't anyone dealing with my fellow astronauts who also wander the stars?"

"Some of them are keeping demonic engines, and they've even kept living slaves in the stasis field!"

"But only my collection suffered!"

The mechanical priest remained silent for a moment.

"They will be tried sooner or later, but that's a matter for the courts, and I can't interfere."

"Forget it, discussing this with you guys is like talking to the dead. That's why I'd rather hire alien engineers than you guys."

Orion turned his head away and his gaze fell on the silent Henry.

"Knight, you don't look too good."

Henry did not turn around.

His gaze never left the enormous figure in the distance, standing like a god on the back of a rotting fly.

"He will come looking for me."

"The Crown of Corruption can only belong to one person. If he still retains the honor of a warrior, then there will be a connection between us."

A duel.

"How ironic. It sounds like we've started to pin our hopes on the devil's character."

Aldrick, the butler beside the ship owner, spoke up.

"grown ups."

"It's not appropriate to say such things before a war."

Orion shook his head.

"war?"

His gaze slowly swept across the entire ship.

"The war started long ago, and it hasn't stopped since the first monster stepped onto my ship!"

After saying that, he suddenly drew his power sword from his waist.

A deep blue disintegration field instantly lit up in the darkness, dispelling the surrounding poisonous fog.

He slowly raised the sword, pointing it straight to the sky.

The old man's voice, amplified by the power armor, reverberated throughout the entire defensive line.

"All my crew members, and all the bastards who aren't crew members!"

"Immediately check your weapons and count the last of your ammunition!"

"The Divine Emperor will protect each and every one of us! May our souls return to the Golden Throne!"

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