Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Chapter 112 Henry's Kingdom

Henry's Kingdom

Subspace.

It is the dark side of the universe, a forbidden zone for mortal reason.

An energy dimension that exists parallel to the real universe, formed by the convergence of the spirits, emotions, and thoughts of all intelligent life.

A vast and boundless sea of the soul.

Every moment, every life, every war, every laugh and cry in the real universe leaves its own reflection in this ocean.

Unfortunately.

In this world, negative emotions are much easier to accumulate than positive emotions, and they can also generate a much stronger force.

Fear, hatred, despair, greed, anger —

Countless negative emotions accumulated over the long years, eventually coalescing into an entity with its own will.

A powerful soul force stirred up a storm in the warp.

Ultimately, with the birth of the four evil gods, their kingdom was established in the warp.

Their will extends into infinite dimensions, and their power permeates every corner of the real universe.

Believers, demons, their followers, and countless lives influenced by their power have all become part of their bodies and will.

To fight for the evil gods, they expand their presence in this universe.

This is what lies between them—

"Great Game".

The game on the chessboard has continued for countless epochs, with each side experiencing victory and defeat.

until now.

Some changes suddenly occurred in the subspace.

Agrius opened his eyes.

The flames were reflected in his eyes.

He stood in a burning village.

The house was engulfed in flames, the wooden roof was collapsing, and burning debris was falling from the sky.

Ordinary people scattered and fled in the streets.

The black monster emerged from the flames, tearing apart the humans who couldn't escape in time.

Screams and cries mingled together as blood flowed down the muddy streets and pooled in the low-lying areas.

The surrounding temperature was rising, and heat waves whipped up black ash that slapped against his armor.

Agrippa watched silently as all of this unfolded before him.

All of this seemed neither dangerous nor a disaster to him.

"Hallucination?"

He felt his own strength returning to him as his self-awareness returned.

Plague psychic energy surged within him, allowing him to gradually adapt to this world.

"Knight, is this what you call a nation? It seems your heart is just as dark and violent."

As he muttered to himself, a monster made entirely of black lunged at him from behind.

Agrippa disdained to look back.

An arm swept out horizontally.

The monster's body exploded on the spot, and black flesh and blood splattered onto the burning earth, becoming part of the darkness.

"Or are you trying to use my methods against me?"

The withered overlord sneered.

They walked forward and began to explore the small world that the knight had created.

But the black monsters seemed utterly unfazed by the deaths of their companions and continued to surge in from all directions.

The creation of chaos —

Although they looked unfamiliar, Agrius had never seen them or even felt any similar chaotic power in the past thousand years, and could not deduce the origin of these monsters.

But these things are really too weak.

Let alone inflicting any effective damage on him, it wouldn't even be possible to stop his advance.

The withered overlord marches ever forward.

The firelight along the way illuminated his massive body.

Everything in his way was easily destroyed.

Occasionally, a few humans who looked like soldiers from a knightly family would raise old-fashioned guns and pull the trigger at him.

But even when the bullet struck Agrius's almost demonic body, it could only leave a few shallow marks.

Then these foolish mortals were turned into chunks of flesh one after another by the plague halo surrounding it.

Even in a hallucination.

Agripus still possesses the same power as in reality.

He had endured the trials of the Corruption Crown, and his will was so strong that nothing could stop him even in his hallucinations.

finally.

Agripus suddenly sensed something and looked up at the distant night sky.

There is a distant firelight there.

The ancient castle was burning in flames, and black smoke rose into the sky, darkening half of the night.

An unseen connection emanated from the ancient castle.

Through the connection with the Crown of Corruption, Agrippa could sense it.

The knight it seeks is right there.

A startled warhorse charged toward the withered overlord from the end of the street.

Agrippa raised his hand.

next moment.

The warhorse's body was twisted and broken by the immense force.

Blood and corpses were scattered on the ground.

Fungi began to spread from Agrius's body, piecing together the scattered human corpses and the remains of warhorses.

Flesh and blood twisted and fused within psionic energy.

The restructuring process was completed in a short period of time.

Finally, a flesh-and-blood vehicle, far exceeding normal size, appeared before him.

Thick pus dripped from the newly formed seams, emitting the unique stench of the disease.

Agris flipped himself up.

Riding this monster, they raced towards the ancient castle in the distance.

By the time Agrius arrived, the war there had already ended.

As darkness faded, the madness came to an end.

All that was left was a scene of utter devastation.

The fallen knight mechs were scattered around the castle, their tattered armor glowing red from the flames.

The main structure of the castle belonging to the knight's family had collapsed, leaving only a few broken walls still burning.

It struggles to maintain the outline of this ruin.

An osprey that ultimately failed to fly out of the area crashed beside the ruins.

Flames burned outwards from the shattered fuselage, illuminating the earth.

Agrippa stopped in his tracks.

Corrupt psychic energy spread from his feet outwards.

The plague, as if it possessed a life of its own, relentlessly searched through the ruins, attempting to find any living soul.

however.

Nothing could respond to it.

Until the firelight of the crashed Osprey.

A figure slowly walked out.

The firelight illuminated his armor.

Henry emerged from the burning wreckage, his shadow stretched long by the flames, becoming a distorted shape.

"Is this what you call your country?"

Agrius looked at him, the voice of the withered overlord echoing among the ruins.

"Such fragility is nothing more than a mortal catastrophe."

But Henry did not rush to answer.

The knight walked to a fallen corpse, bent down, and picked up a standard-issue longsword.

The blade is not sharp; the edge even has a chipped edge. It is a weapon that can be found everywhere, and its symbolic meaning is greater than its power.

The flames swept across the sword.

Henry's face was reflected on the cold metal surface, as was the crown of corruption on his head.

"No."

Henry said slowly.

"This is just a scene that happened in this world, recorded in the subspace."

"The corrupted crown manifested through me—what a disgusting power."

But Agris clearly didn't want to discuss the origin of the hallucination with Henry any further.

It has lost interest in Henry.

He only wanted to kill the knight in front of him as soon as possible.

Morger is dead.

The war is sliding in a direction that even he cannot see clearly.

He had to kill Henry as soon as possible and return to the battlefield in reality.