Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

The Faraway Warriors' Final Battle (3)

Agrippa raised his free hand and gave a firm clenching motion in the air.

The air around Henry seemed to have been sucked out, and an invisible, immense pressure squeezed in from all directions, forcibly pulling his limbs together.

As the psionic energy circulated, an irresistible force dragged Henry toward the direction of the withered overlord.

At the same moment Henry lost his balance, the withered overlord's right hand had already thrust out his spear.

The lance, covered in plague, hurtled straight toward the knight's breastplate.

With nowhere to brace himself in mid-air, Henry could only rely on inertia and his waist strength to forcefully twist his torso in mid-air.

The spear tip grazed the edge of the chest plate armor, sending up a long trail of blinding sparks and leaving a decaying wound.

Henry used the momentum to step on the middle of the thrusting gun barrel.

Using the strength of his legs to push outwards, he tried to widen the distance between himself and the withered overlord.

But the experienced Agrippa was unlikely to do as Henry wished.

His left fist, which had been gathering power, slammed forward, meeting the trajectory of the knight's descent.

With nowhere to dodge in mid-air, Henry could only hold his chainsaw horizontally in front of him.

The chainsaw sword collided violently with the withered overlord's heavy fist.

The terrifying impact sent Henry flying like a sandbag, tumbling as he crashed into the slippery flesh of the Chaos Egg.

The boots ripped two deep furrows into his flesh, and Henry stopped rolling as he rolled away.

Before Henry could even get his footing...

A towering shadow had already descended.

The spear came crashing down like a heavy blow, but Henry raised his arms to parry the attack with his chainsaw sword.

The impact of the gun barrel striking the sword sent shockwaves through the hilt, causing him to temporarily lose sensation in both hands.

Immediately afterwards, Agris raised his knee and kicked Henry in the abdominal armor.

The heavy blow forced Henry to bend over.

But then I heard the whistling of the wind.

The withered overlord's spear followed closely, sweeping in from the side.

He could only duck and crouch to avoid the blunt force, while the chainsaw sword, using the momentum of his turn, swung upwards from below.

The chainsaw sword sliced ​​a gash in Agris's body, splattering foul bodily fluids everywhere.

However, this wound was not enough to inflict any effective damage on the Withered Overlord, nor was it even enough to interrupt his attack.

At the point where the armor was damaged, dark red tissue was rapidly repairing the defect.

Henry stepped back, creating distance between them, and looked at the massive figure with lingering fear. A fact was clearly laid out before him.

The half-demonized Chaos Astartes elite before him was far more powerful than he had imagined.

It is stronger than every entity I have ever encountered.

In the previous close-quarters combat, the chainsaw sword left no fewer than ten cuts on the opponent's body, but all the wounds combined could not compare to the damage caused by the heat-melting beam.

The power of Khorne on Henry's sword was insufficient to stop the self-healing ability granted by the same evil god.

In terms of basic stats, Henry was also at a disadvantage. Even though all the talent points he had accumulated since the start of the war had been poured into [Desperate Measures], pushing it to the tenth level and giving him a twenty-point boost in all three dimensions.

This was Henry's earliest acquired talent.

【Desperate Measures】 can only be activated when outnumbered.

However, the generous values ​​it provides completely outweigh all its shortcomings.

not to mention----

He possesses power not only from the system.

Khorne's blessing is burning ever brighter in the fierce winds of war, and He rejoices more and more because of Henry's actions.

The surrounding carnage and screams all became fuel added to the furnace.

Henry felt his body temperature rising.

Hot blood surged through the veins.

With each rise and fall of my heart, it burst forth with a thunderous roar like the beating of war drums.

He could even clearly feel a portion of his life force being drained away, which, driven by his own will, transformed into the power in his hand. Agris turned his spear and launched another attack.

Henry can no longer afford to relinquish the initiative.

He sidestepped to avoid the incoming blade, and his chainsaw sword met the gun barrel as he slashed downwards.

The withered overlord decisively released his long-range troops.

But then another spear materialized from his hand.

His weapons are inexhaustible, just as the plague psychic energy within him is endlessly available, supported by the Crown of Corruption.

The spear swept across.

Henry braced himself against the wall.

Caught off guard, he was sent flying again.

But the psychic power that followed pulled Henry toward Agris.

It was like a sandbag, constantly being sent to the front of the withered overlord.

The sharp spear tip pierced the gap in the shoulder armor, sending up a string of splattered blood droplets.

"It's too slow."

Agrius glanced at the red on the blade.

"Mortal knight, are you ready to face the end?"

Henry's blood became nourishment for the Plague Spear, making the weapon even more vibrant.

"You think this is the peak of suffering?"

The withered overlord raised its head.

From deep within the damaged power armor, a series of bubbles bursting sounds emanated.

Thick, green veins, like climbing vines, slid up the neck and up the cheek behind the faceplate. Through the gaps in the helmet, the face that still retained human features began to crumble.

Large patches of skin peeled off.

The fine, pointed canines push open the gums and grow outwards.

His shoulder armor was being stretched open by the bulging, deformed tissue below, and his life essence was being reshaped, transforming into some indescribable, terrifying form.

"This is not even one ten-thousandth of what I have ever endured."

Before he could finish speaking...

Agrius's green psionic energy erupted like a volcano.

A strong sense of crisis led Henry to decisively step back.

But the range of the spear's sweeping attack was far greater than imagined.

The gun had not yet arrived.

The psionic storm that accompanied the swing had already struck Henry first.

The outer skin of the chaotic egg beneath his feet was ripped off by the roots.

The explosive impact propelled the knight into the air.

The next beat, dense psionic energy squeezed in from all directions.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through the depths of my brain.

Henry's consciousness froze, and his body went out of control.

At this moment, Agrippa had already taken his position.

The spear flew out of his hand.

Accelerated by the surging spiritual energy, it transformed into a streak of green light so fast that it could not be avoided.

Henry finally regained consciousness from the psionic shock.

But the light had already reached us.

The spear tip pierced the knight's armor, then swept through his entire chest cavity with overwhelming force.

Fresh blood gushed out from the rough gun barrel.

The spearhead pierced through Henry's armor from behind.

The force of the spear lifted Henry's body into the air.

The sounds of the surrounding battlefield began to fade into the distance.

Even Balu's shouts sounded incredibly distant.

Henry lowered his head, staring at the weapon piercing his chest.

He opened his mouth, trying to breathe.

Blood and foam welled up in his throat, but he couldn't make a sound.

Agrius held his arm out horizontally, his five fingers loosely clenched.

The spear was slowly pulled out along the path it had come from.

The knight, having lost his support, plummeted straight down.

The chainsaw sword slipped from his fingers and fell to the side.

Fresh blood gushed out from the penetrating wound, staining the surrounding flesh red over a large area.

Balu witnessed the tragedy from afar.

"Henry!"

He instinctively took off and rushed forward.

However, the broken mechanical arm he was holding suddenly revived.

Metal fingers gripped Balu's neck.

"Damn it, let me go!"

Baru, his face flushed, tried to pull the mechanical bastard off him.

"I don't want to go to my death with you, you bastard. At least wait until I've finished the backup!"

But for the withered overlord who was about to ascend to demonhood, a mortal and a strange mechanical arm were of no importance at this moment.

Agrius walked toward his dying prey.

Take it easy.

The outcome is decided; there's no need to rush.

The projection of the Crown of Corruption is drawing closer.

The thorns on his helmet came to life, began to struggle outwards, and became increasingly psychedelic.

Agrius could clearly sense that the energy of the warp was continuously flowing into his body.

His life is changing.

His flesh and blood are breaking away from their original form.

His soul is ascending to a higher state of being.

As long as the knight before me dies completely, ending his meaningless life.

Agris stopped beside Henry's body, looking down at the motionless remains.

"it's over."

But at this very moment...

The Knight Who Lost His Homeland

Henry's passive talent, which had been largely unnoticed since he acquired it, was suddenly activated and lit up.

Your homeland has been destroyed, so no one can take it from you anymore. Finally, you have stepped out of your own...

My own "Skaritz".

Gain additional resistance to fear, allure, and mental corruption.

[When facing a chaotic entity, Willpower checks are increased.]

All banishment orders are invalid against you.

You will not be exiled—you are forever free from the cage—

Only the space beside Henry began to produce irregular refractions and distortions.

Agrippa stopped moving.

He saw a village burning fiercely in the distorted space.

A castle collapsing in flames, a lifeless steel behemoth—

Sacrifice —

The sacrificial ritual was never stopped in real time; the cultists of Chaos raised their torches high, shouting that yet another demon had descended upon the world. Agrippa extended his hand.

My fingertips pierced through one of the swaying illusions.

The image did not break as a result.

Instead, it became even more real, as if it had absorbed enough nutrients.

He saw a figure in the projection of this memory.

Henry.

The man who should have died rose again in the phantom of the castle ruins, naked as if reborn.

The knight, existing in memory, suddenly sensed something.

He raised his gaze and looked at Agrius, who was standing outside the illusion.

And directly above Henry's head.

Another phantom image was then forming.

The crown of corruption.

The forbidden crown, existing outside the subspace dimension, can exist regardless of time and space, let alone in an illusion.

Relics are unique—even a corrupted crown from a dream can be its true form.

For the first time since birth, Agrippa felt that reality was so absurd.

He wanted to tell himself that what he was seeing was nothing more than a trick of the warp.

However, the messages presented in his hallucinations inevitably made him feel anger and—fear.

And when Agrius’s attention was drawn to those shattered illusions.

Behind him, the knight who had already fallen suddenly moved.

The hole that pierced through his body in his chest was still bleeding.

Henry, however, used the ground to push himself up and stood up again.

His breathing was barely perceptible, and his body swayed violently, as if he would collapse again if a gust of wind blew by.

But the war is not over yet.

The Resurrected One will not allow him to die so easily.

His heart pounded in time with the drumbeats.

The power that war had given him still flowed through his body.

War can negate death for the favored.

Henry raised his hand.

The phantom of that crown was hovering above his head.

He reached out and picked it.

The moment the palm touched the crown.

Corruption began.

Dark green marks spread rapidly from his palms to his wrists, his skin lost its color, and tiny pustules bulged from beneath his flesh.

Henry also began to experience hallucinations brought on by the evil entity.

Those who died in his memory returned to Henry's presence.

Father, Father Derek, Simon—they spoke indistinctly.

The illusory people turned hideous and tried to stop Henry from doing what was about to happen.

But illusions are just illusions.

The knight walked step by step toward Agrius.

With each step he took, the crown in his hand brought his body closer to decay.

The corrupt monk Morger was the first to notice the anomaly.

The human who should have died is now approaching the withered overlord.

"Agrius!"

The corrupt monk turned around, intending to offer a reminder.

But he had only taken one step.

A figure then blocked his way.

Balu, who only had one arm left, stood there panting, clearly having exerted a lot of effort to get there.

"Now we all only have one arm—"

Balu grinned.

"How about we be fair?"

Moorger didn't answer; he couldn't even be bothered to use his psionic powers.

The mercenary who lost that strange prosthetic body.

In his eyes, he was no different from a fly under his feet.

Moerger was prepared to crush Balu like an insect.

But just as his attention was focused on Balu.

A place where no one can see.

The mechanical arm that had detached from Balu had crawled along with its five fingers and quietly reached Morger's side.

He grabbed the thermoelectric gun that Balu had dropped.

The robotic arm lifted the gun.

Rotate the muzzle to adjust the aim.

Moerg had already come within twenty meters of Balu.

"Now—you can't escape," Balu thought to himself.

A beam of blazing white light pierced through Morger's side.

The corrosive power armor melted rapidly under high temperatures.

Moerger didn't even have time to turn around.

The beam of light pierced through his chest.

Green psionic energy and blazing white heat erupted simultaneously within his body.

The giant bell emitted its final roar.

Moerger took a step forward.

But all that remained of his chest was a huge empty hole.

His body lost its support, and his massive frame crashed to the ground.

Meanwhile.

The Chaos Egg, now free from the control of the Corrupted Monk, also began to change.

It had been tearing at Anastasius with madness, but with Morgar's death, the power that controlled it also disappeared.

Anastasius seized the opportunity.

Hundreds of tentacles simultaneously emerged from the flesh.

It entangled the limbs, neck, and body of the Chaos Egg.

The enormous fleshy monster roared madly, but could no longer break free.

They could only watch helplessly as the demon slowly devoured them.

Henry, unaware of what was happening around him, continued forward.

at last.

He came up behind Agrius.

Until this point.

Only then did the withered overlord realize what was happening.

He turned around and saw the knight who should have fallen, and also the crown in Henry's hand that was constantly corrupting him.

Agrippa was silent for a moment.

"Your magic tricks are so interesting, they almost made me think you really were a demon."

His gaze fell on Henry's empty hands—the knight's chainsword had been left in the distance.

"But how do you plan to defeat me?"

Agrippa raised his spear.

"You didn't even pick up your own sword."

"But you will not receive the Crown of Corruption, no matter what, it is impossible."

Agrius stopped talking.

Psychic energy began to gather around him.

Anger surged within him; he wanted to tear the bastard in front of him to pieces.

He has come this far; the crown of corruption is right before him, within reach.

All that's needed is to kill Henry.

All of this should belong to me.

"You think—"

Agripus's voice grew hoarse, and green psionic energy surged from his body, indiscriminately corrupting everything around him. "In your current state, you think you can stop me?"

The psychic energy pressed down on Henry, beginning to destroy his body.

But Henry's senses had become somewhat numb; after all, his body couldn't possibly get any worse, and he was only holding on because the war wasn't over yet.

"If you want it—come and try it, and see my country—"

The words fell.

He held out the crown in his hand towards Agrius.

The phantom of the crown made contact with Agrius's body.

The world is quiet.

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