Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 110 The Faraways' Final Battle (2)

The swarm of flies emerged from the ruptured abscess and squeezed out from the crack in the rotten monk's arm.

At first, only a few hovered in mid-air, but they were aroused by the psionic power of the subspace and reproduced rapidly.

A swarm of dark green flying insects gathered in mid-air, forming a rolling shadow that swallowed up all the surrounding light.

Baru scrambled backward to escape the approaching flying insects.

To be precise, it was the out-of-control robotic arm that was dragging him along at breakneck speed.

During their escape, the crazed machine grew limbs that it didn't have before and began doing other things in front of Balu.

Its henchman seized Balu's molten gun.

The intricate metal casing was forcibly torn open, and the gold decorations scattered everywhere.

Several colorful energy lines sprang out from inside the gun barrel.

"That's a genuine piece modified by a master craftsman, don't you dare ruin it!"

Balu turned his head and saw the gun, which he hadn't even had a chance to warm up, being destroyed like this, and his whole face crumpled up in anger.

"Shut up, you're too noisy."

The robotic arm pulled him forward without any hesitation.

"A noisy monkey."

"Its only value lies in killing, all kinds of 'people.'"

The auxiliary robotic arm pinches a high-voltage wire and inserts it into the power supply slot at the other end.

A blinding arc of electricity then leaped.

"If you keep wiring like this, the tank might explode and we'll all be killed!"

"Anyway, you'll be the one who dies after the barrel explodes, I won't die from it."

"Don't say such things—we have no grudge against each other."

"The night you used me to wipe your butt, I wanted to strangle you."

Baru was speechless for a moment.

Before he could even think of a rebuttal...

Snapped!

A crisp metallic slap landed directly on his face. Balu's head lolled to the side from the blow, and he saw stars.

Why did you hit me again?

"Shut up, (an ancient human swear word)."

There was no time to continue arguing; the shadows behind them were already looming over them.

Thousands of decaying flies swarmed in from all directions, their flapping wings creating a piercing shriek.

Out of the corner of his eye, Balu saw that the green cloud of insects was less than ten meters away from him.

"Hurry! We're going to die!"

"It's done, 100% complete."

Click.

The modified energy ring closed again, and the heat gun's body flashed with a dangerous light.

The robotic arm exerted force with its five fingers, causing Balu to roll around on the damp back of the Chaos Egg.

The two worked in perfect coordination, turning in unison with the butt of their rifles against their shoulder armor.

Balu slid down to the ground, swarms of flies flying over his head, and the mercenary pulled the trigger.

The blazing white beam of light tore through the poisonous fog and the swarms of flies along the way.

However, the same move is unlikely to work a second time.

The corrupt monk Morge was prepared.

His massive body tilted to the side, the giant bell on his back roared, and a viscous green psionic barrier rose up in front of him.

However, everything it does seems somewhat superfluous, as the thermoforming gun, after being modified by the robotic arm, has significant accuracy issues.

The deadly beam grazed the top of Morger's helmet and struck the sky above the Corrupted Monk's head.

Balu's face turned deathly pale: "What kind of gun did you modify?"

"Even if you hit it, you can't kill it," the robotic arm coldly replied. "Instead, let us support the future."

"What do you mean? Brother, can you explain it more clearly?"

"Shut up, you monkey."

Before the heat gun could be recharged, the surviving swarm of insects had already pounced on Balu's armor.

The corrupting psionic energy raged and eroded the insects through their menacing mouthparts.

The coating on the robotic arm lost its shine at a visible rate, and a layer of sticky green rust spread rapidly upwards from the fingertips.

Balu looked down.

"Wait, my hand—it's not yours."

The corrosion severed the drive shaft inside the arm, and fueled by the corrupted cultivator's hatred, the entire mechanical arm detached from the shoulder joint and crashed down.

Balu lunged forward and scooped the pile of sparking scrap metal into his arms.

"Hey! Weren't you so smug just now? What are you going to do now?"

The robotic arm moved silently.

Balu shook him violently twice: "Super Machine Soul Grandpa? You could talk just now, why are you mute now? Are you dead!"

Meanwhile, the corrupt monk Zhong had already strolled over from the other side of the smoke.

Driven by psychic energy, the enormous Chaos Egg slowly modified its body.

The foul-smelling tissue receded to both sides like waves, making way for Morger.

Moerge looked at the severed arm in Baru's arms.

The metal hand, now without power, twitched occasionally, like a dying fish.

"A weapon without a soul, yet possessing the ability to think independently?"

His body surged with spiritual energy, and he intended to strike the giant bell once more to inflict endless punishment on the maggots before him.

"Or is it an independent life form in itself, disguised as a prosthetic body?"

Balu tucked the robotic arm into his chest and forced out an awkward smile.

"I think we can sit down and have a cup of tea to clear up the misunderstanding."

Moerg ignored him.

The ship is littered with pagan technology and ancient artifacts, and the humans on board always seem to be able to produce something even stranger.

"This reminds me of some legends from humanity's golden age."

A green psionic flame danced in his palm, and corrupted life was reborn within it.

"Unfortunately, this is the end—I will turn you all into the lowest-grade nourishment in Father's Garden."

Before he could finish speaking, a deafening sound came from above.

Moerg looked up.

A massive shadow was falling from the sky with the force of a thunderbolt.

Those were Anastasius's severed tentacles.

The previously missed thermal beam did not completely miss its target.

It accomplished its mission beautifully, piercing through the enormous tentacles that spanned the battlefield above.

The massive limbs, now disconnected, could no longer resist gravity and crashed to the ground.

And above that fallen tentacle.

Henry and Agris, two figures, were falling one after the other.

The change happened so suddenly that Mörg had no time to think it through.

The Chaos Egg beneath his feet let out a strange roar, and large chunks of flesh peeled off its skin, surging upwards and weaving into a chaotic shield above Morger's head.

Immediately afterwards, mountain-like tentacles slammed down head-on.

Foul-smelling bodily fluids splattered everywhere, and the makeshift meat shield was severely dented under the attack.

Inside, Moerger's armor groaned under the strain.

It almost knelt down from the pressure, its legs being pressed directly into its flesh.

But in the end, he withstood the impact.

Or rather, they withstood the first wave of attacks.

A piercing chainsaw roared as a crimson sword beam tore through the tentacle's remains.

Henry fell from the carcass like a wild beast unleashed.

In the raging wind, he didn't care where he would land. Using the momentum of his fall, he twisted in mid-air, causing the chainsaw sword to slash down.

I don't know if it was fate's arrangement or some kind of meticulous calculation —

Henry's sword was aimed at Moorge.

The rapidly spinning chainsaw sword tore through the shoulder of the corrupted power armor.

The metal armor plates shattered on the spot, and filthy blood mixed with armor fragments sprayed outwards.

Moerg let out a muffled groan, turning his body to reduce the damage he had taken. The blade sliced ​​through flesh and skin, narrowly missing severing his remaining arm by the last millimeter.

Henry adjusted his posture the moment his feet touched the noodles.

He pulled the sword, which was deeply embedded in the corroded monk's shoulder armor, with a surge of bloody light. His second horizontal slash aimed straight for Morger's head.

With his arm severed and severely injured, Moorger was no longer able to resist or defend himself.

Just as the saw teeth were about to sever its neck.

A long, dark green spear emerged from the billowing dust on the side.

Like a venomous snake stabbing at the knight's vitals.

Henry was forced to abandon the pursuit and parry with his sword.

The spear grazed his breastplate, the terrifying impact sending him staggering back several steps.

The chainsaw sword ripped a deep furrow into the flesh.

The billowing smoke and dust were slowly dispersed by the wind.

Agripus, carrying his lance, strode out from the smoke of battle.

His power armor was badly damaged, with a horrifying high-temperature burn mark on his chest. Several pieces of ceramic armor had completely melted, revealing the rotting flesh beneath that was slowly writhing and healing.

A long tear had appeared in his helmet, revealing the face of the creature behind it. Two murky eyes stared coldly at Henry through the gap.

Clearly, the stray bullet-like beams of thermal light were not only aimed at the demon's tentacles, but also at the life of this withered overlord.

Agrius held his spear horizontally at his side.

Henry steadied the chassis, and the chainsaw sword was in the starting position.

Beneath their feet, the massive remains of Anastasius and the Chaos Egg continued to tear each other apart.

Moerger, clutching his bleeding shoulder, retreated to a safe distance.

Baru, clutching the severed iron arm, stared blankly at the chaotic battle that was nothing short of a disaster.

The entire battlefield was in constant turmoil, with artillery fire from human positions occasionally hitting their vicinity.

However, it was a decisive battle that determined everyone's life or death.

After going around in circles, it came back to the two of them once again.

The battle between the two contenders for the title of Crown of Corruption is intensifying.