Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 109 The Faraways' Final Battle (1)

Henry was briefly locked in a stalemate with the withered overlord.

But the battlefield below them will not stop just because of the confrontation between the two.

Countless organizations belonging to Anastasius, scattered across the battlefield by the gunfire, were reborn under the powerful will of the demon.

They crawled beneath the feet of humans and the creations of chaos.

They passed over the mountain of corpses of the filthy creations.

Like rivers flowing into the sea, they converged and merged towards the center of the battlefield.

Rotten flesh piles up, squeezes, and sticks together.

When everyone noticed what was happening here.

The demon has returned to the battlefield once again in a new body.

A massive body slowly rose from the boiling sea of ​​blood.

Anastasius magnified countless times.

The upper body still retains a near-human silhouette.

It's just that the body has lost the proportions that a human should have.

The pale giant, with an androgynous body, was also grotesque and terrifying due to its excessive size.

The demon's mouth twisted all the way to behind his ear.

It revealed rows of interlocking, ever-regenerating fangs.

And below its waist.

Hundreds of enormous tentacles of varying thicknesses grew continuously from its waist, expanding its territory outwards.

Covered in suckers and bone spurs, it split open into mouthparts, constantly emitting a piercing, shrill laugh in the air.

These tentacles intertwine with each other, yet also separate.

It supported that enormous body.

From afar, it looks like a demon god supported by countless flesh and blood, descending into the mortal world surrounded by life.

And right across from it.

The enormous chaotic egg, controlled by the corrupted cultivator, saw the behemoth in front of it, whose size was no less than its own, and felt greatly challenged, letting out a deafening roar.

The monster, which already lacked much reason, could no longer suppress the madness of its instincts.

The mountain of flesh rolled and swelled as it charged toward Anastasius with a thunderous roar!

The moment the two enormous creatures collided.

The entire deck of the warship was shaking violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Flesh and blood tore each other apart during the collision.

The tentacles tightly coiled around the bloated mountain of flesh, like a giant python strangling it.

Huge fangs, covered with jagged, sharp teeth, were tearing and gnawing at each other in a frenzy.

Each time they writhe in agony during the battle, countless pieces of blood and flesh are torn off, creating a depraved rain.

In the midst of the battle between the colossi, one of Anastasius's tentacles, which was tens of meters long, was torn off by the Chaos Egg and flung into the sky in a spinning motion.

It narrowly missed the rotting flies that were hovering high in the sky.

The gust of wind whipped up by the tentacles nearly blew Henry off his back.

This forced him to plunge his chainsaw into the carapace of the rotting fly to barely steady himself.

But they were faced with a gale strong enough to overturn a war chariot.

Agrius, however, remained unmoved.

He slowly raised the spear in his hand.

Those cloudy eyes hidden beneath the helmet silently gazed at the blood-soaked human before them.

A hoarse, muffled voice came through the howling wind.

"To be able to withstand my attack with the body of a mere mortal and come here to face me directly."

"I acknowledge that you possess the strength to be a warrior—but your strength is far less than the strength of your heart."

He slightly tilted the spear horizontally.

"Before you die, state your name, warrior."

Henry pulled the chainsaw sword from his back armor, slowly raised it in the gale, and pointed it forward.

"Henry————"

He gave his name.

"Henry from Bohemia II, Whitehead Nest."

A knight from a forgotten planet, driven by fate, has come here to uphold the justice in his heart.

"Agrius".

The withered overlord also revealed his name.

"The Plague Legion, the Withering Overlord."

Then, there's the current title.

But that's all there is to it.

Both sides had long understood, through their own illusions, that their contradictions were irreconcilable and their ideologies were diametrically opposed.

Only the death of one person can end this long ritual.

Agrius simply swung his gun from a distance.

Vast amounts of plague-like psionic energy had already spread outwards like a tsunami, and were being shaped in the material world under the power of the withering overlord.

Dozens of shockwaves, invisible to the naked eye, slashed toward Henry from all directions at the same time, like invisible blades.

Henry, perched atop the insect's back, had absolutely no room to dodge.

He gripped the sword with both hands and swung it repeatedly against the shockwave.

The chainsaw sword transformed into a frenzied afterimage before Henry, the indestructible weapon repelling attacks from all directions.

The longsword sliced ​​through wave after wave of psionic energy.

Khorne loathed magic, and weapons bearing his mark would naturally not be destroyed by psychic power.

But there were just too many and too dense shock waves.

Agrius's talent for plague psychic powers was so great that he was able to use them skillfully not long after gaining the Crown of Corruption's approval.

He only slashed his gun little by little as he approached, and Henry was already finding it difficult to defend himself.

Each time he blocked a shot, tiny, sharp blades of psionic energy would pierce his defenses and cut into his body.

New wounds began to appear continuously on his body.

His shoulder was cut open.

The armor on the abdomen was torn apart.

Blood gushed from the wound, instantly staining his tattered battle robe red.

however.

The power of the Resurrected Ones was displayed in the unprecedented war, and the power gained from the war was desperately repairing Henry's body.

As soon as the severed muscle breaks, new granulation tissue grows and connects wildly.

The blood that had been lost was immediately sprayed out, and the heart continued to pump out new, hot blood at a speed that exceeded its limits.

The chainsaw in Henry's hand was like a never-satisfied creature, greedily devouring the blood of its master that flowed down his arm.

As it was nourished by the blood, the crimson light on the sword grew stronger and more dazzling, and even the roar of the engine took on a ecstatic quality.

boom!!

It was accompanied by a loud bang.

Henry delivered an extremely powerful vertical slash, finally shattering the last psionic shockwave in front of him.

The distance between the two was instantly shortened.

He took a step forward, defying the oppressive force of corruption, and entered the optimal attack range of Agrius's spear.

Two weapons, both blessed by the gods of the warp, collided.

clang!!

The sound of metal clashing together rang out.

The impact nearly killed the flies at their feet.

Agrius held the gun with only one hand.

But Henry felt the power transmitted through the gun as if a sword had struck a mountain.

Even without the aid of his mount, the Withered Overlord's strength was still greater than Henry's.

The knight's arms were overwhelmed, and the injuries that had just begun to heal were almost broken again.

He held on tightly to the hilt of the sword, but his feet slid backward under the immense pressure on the carapace of the rotting fly.

His combat boots plowed two cracks into the chitinous carapace of the rotting fly.

Followed by.

Agrius's offensive was like mercury flowing freely.

The end of the spear swept towards his head like a venomous snake.

The gun, propelled by the rebound, pierced his heart.

The killing techniques that the veterans of Astartes had honed over a thousand years were on full display at this moment.

He not only possessed strength far exceeding that of Henry, but also far surpassed him in experience.

Ultimately, Henry's "Master Strike" was merely a technique developed over a century by the Lichtner school during the second millennium.

But now it is the fortieth millennium —

Although human swordsmanship does not necessarily improve amidst war and turmoil.

However, the skills accumulated by a monster that has lived for thousands of years are far beyond the reach of a mortal genius.

Every strike from Agris exceeded the limits of Henry's visual perception, leaving only a few deadly green afterimages on his retina.

Almost on instinct, Henry managed to deflect the first three fatal shots.

When the fourth thrust was unleashed, the Withered Overlord finally broke through the chainsaw sword's defensive network.

The game of pretend has ended.

The tip of the gun, like the finger of death, was already at Henry's chest.

In that inescapable moment of life and death.

below.

A giant tentacle suddenly appeared high above where Henry and his companions were.

With terrifying wind pressure, it grabbed the rotting fly at their feet and pulled it downwards.

A bottomless, blood-red maw suddenly opened wide from below the rotting fly.

Anastasius took advantage of a lull in their fight.

He wanted to swallow the entire massive aerial fortress, along with the two people dueling on its back, into his belly in one gulp!

With the closure of the upper and lower jaws, sharp teeth shredded everything in the demon's mouth, just a second before the giant maw closed.

Henry seized the opportunity to escape his predicament, while Agris realized he had missed his chance, and the two simultaneously abandoned their confrontation.

They escaped from that gaping maw.

Then, they both landed on one of Anastasius's tentacles.

However, this greedy demon had only just helped his brother out of his predicament.

The Chaos Egg, enraged and berserk, slammed into us from the side like a battering ram.

The enormous demon, struck by this terrifying impact, lost its balance and crashed to one side.

Anastasius screamed and struggled to extend his countless tentacles from below.

But it was too late.

Its body was firmly pressed down by the Chaos Egg, unable to move.

The Chaos Egg's enormous maw frantically tore at the softest flesh and blood tissue on its body.

Vast swathes of demonic flesh were swallowed into the ever-filling belly of the Chaos Egg.

The defeated demon actually triumphed over the real demon in this very confrontation.

While these two terrifying monsters, each the size of a mountain range, were rolling around in the center of the battlefield, devouring each other's flesh and blood.

On the mountain of flesh, shaking violently as if in an earthquake.

Two figures, one in gray and one in green.

They faced each other once again.

The chainsaw sword and the spear clashed repeatedly, the ear-piercing roar almost drowning out the entire battlefield.

Henry grew stronger as he bled, and as the battle intensified, his regenerative abilities improved even further.

For a time, they actually managed to contend with the withered overlord.

During the battle, both sides only had each other in their eyes.

Faced with the ever-approaching spear and the terrifying plague energy, Henry couldn't spare a single thought to pay attention to anything else.

But Agrippa was different.

He had encountered opponents far more powerful than Henry, and had even witnessed a battle between Primarchs.

After forcing Henry to retreat once again, he glanced around lightly.

there.

The monk Morger, who controlled the giant Chaos Egg, also saw the two fighting.

The corrupt monk slowly raised his hand.

Green spiritual energy gathers in the palm of your hand.

He wasn't going to interfere in the duel, but he could weaken the knight.

As long as that mortal dies, Agrippa will still gain his own glory.

And just as the psionic energy was about to be released.

A thick, enormous tentacle lashed out from the side.

Moerger's footsteps were light and gentle.

Wearing power armor and carrying a giant bell, it displayed an agility completely disproportionate to its size, appearing dozens of meters away in an instant.

A giant tentacle slammed into the back of the Chaos Egg.

The Chaos Egg, in pain, immediately let out a deafening roar of anger.

Moerger snorted and was just about to lock onto Henry again.

But the end of the tentacle that had struck the back of the Chaos Egg suddenly swelled up strangely.

It's like a giant tumor is moving through a blood vessel, and something is coming here through the hollow tubes inside the tentacles.

next moment.

The flesh at the tip of the tentacle suddenly burst open like a disgusting flower bud.

A figure covered in slime burst out from inside the tentacles.

"Found you!"

Baru, holding the hot melt gun, pulled the trigger almost as soon as the tentacles emerged.

A blindingly bright white beam of light erupted from the gun muzzle.

too fast.

Even Astartes, with his superhuman reflexes, was too caught off guard at such close range and in an ambush to reassemble his psionic shield or even make a move.

Boom!

The terrifying heat slammed directly onto his left shoulder.

The ceramic steel power armor, which had remained undamaged for a thousand years, turned into dazzling boiling molten iron the moment it came into contact with the molten beam of light.

The decaying, tough flesh and blood were vaporized directly in the white light.

As the light faded, Morger's entire left arm, along with his left shoulder armor, was forcibly vaporized by the molten beam. The intense pain finally caused the corrupted monk to let out a roar.

"mortal!!"

He suddenly grabbed the giant bell behind him.

Thump!

A dull and eerie chime swept across the entire battlefield.

Visible pale green ripples spread outwards in concentric circles, like a sonic weapon.

Wherever the bell tolls.

Air pollution.

Steel rusting.

Even Anastasius's powerful tentacles froze at this moment.

Balu's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He was only human and dared not take a direct hit from a psionic attack. He lunged back at the tentacle, hoping to use the demon's body to block the blow.

Green ripples swept across the surface of the tentacles.

But it's clear that the attacks from the cultivators won't end easily.

The Chaos Egg suddenly turned its head and bit off the entire tentacle.

Torn flesh flew in all directions.

The tentacle, which had been bitten off in the middle, twitched violently.

Balu crawled out of the severed flesh and landed on the back of the Chaos Egg in a disheveled state.

He had just raised his head.

Then they saw Morge looking down at them with his head down, his eyes flashing with resentment and murderous intent.

The monk slowly raised his only remaining right hand.

Green psionic energy began to gather once more.

Balu glanced down at the hot melt gun in his hand.

The indicator light is still red.

It will take some time before the next charge is complete.

Look at your feet again.

The skin of the Chaos Egg began to writhe like a living thing, and layers of rotting flesh wrapped around his legs, firmly fixing him in place.

With nowhere to go, death is inevitable.

"Um—can we reconcile?"

Moerger did not answer.

But the psychic energy in his palm grew increasingly dazzling.

Balu swallowed hard.

"I can share my legendary life with you, really, I'm a great storyteller, even Oglin loves listening to me—"

Once upon a time, there was a...

Green psionic energy burst forth.

Just moments before the attack arrived.

Balu's prosthetic arm moved on its own.

It suddenly grabbed Balu's shoulder, completely disregarding human anatomy, and pulled his body to the other side.

Click!

Balu felt a sharp, dislocated pain in his shoulder.

He narrowly avoided the psionic beam in an awkward posture.

boom!!

A huge, decaying crater was blasted into the back of the Chaos Egg behind him.

Balu was stunned.

He stared blankly at his mechanical hand.

Before he could react...

An impatient voice suddenly came from inside the mechanical prosthetic arm.

"Idiot, do you really enjoy courting death that much?"

Balu's eyes widened.

"You—you can talk?!"

"Wait a minute—the machine spirit can chat?!"

"What on earth did Theresa put in my bag?!"

But before he could get an answer...

Moerger had already raised his hand again; the next attack was imminent.

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