Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Henry's Kingdom (2)

"—No, I'm just curious, what exactly is Tzeentch doing—why hasn't he searched for so long—"

—”

The spear pierced Henry's chest.

"Get on me"

Agrippa didn't even wait for him to finish speaking.

The spearhead pierced through his back, bringing with it a thick spray of blood that splattered onto the decaying soil.

The next moment, several vultures circling in the night let out hoarse cries and flapped their gray wings as they fell.

They stopped beside the knight's fallen body, greedily pecking at the mangled flesh.

Agrippa coldly watched all of this with his head down.

However, under his gaze, unnatural ripples began to appear around the edges of the corpse.

Gradually losing its physical form, it transformed into wisps of bizarre and colorful smoke, slowly dissipating in the air, and disappearing into unknown places as the flames were blown away.

The withered overlord gripped his spear tightly.

"Hallucination."

There was a hint of impatience in its voice.

This is, after all, a domain constructed by the Crown of Corruption.

Henry had a strong will, and so did Agris.

They also have the authority to use the power of the Crown of Corruption, and can each leave their own mark here, as well as destroy the things that the other has built.

Killing someone in this kind of place is far more difficult than in reality.

But Henry can't run far—he can't hide forever and let the illusion take over.

Just as Agrius drew his spear, preparing to continue forward.

On the other side of the ruins, a figure emerged from behind the collapsed stone wall, unhurried and unhurried.

It's still Henry.

His chest was intact, just as it had been when they first met in this illusion.

"What emotions and concepts does Tzeentch occupy in the warp?"

Henry continued talking to himself, even as his control over the illusion was being taken away.

"Intrigue is merely a means for Him to achieve His goals; what is His core essence—?"

Agrippa frowned.

The spear thrust out again.

Henry's body was pierced once again, and he was nailed to the ground.

The vultures that were pecking at the previous carcass were startled and took flight, circling frantically in mid-air for a moment before falling back down.

Henry's body vanished into nothingness once more.

Immediately afterwards, another Henry appeared beneath the knightly mechs in the distance.

"He is associated with ambition."

Henry walked toward the Withered Overlord, his eyes burning, as if he saw the shadow of an enemy in the Withered Overlord.

"The desire to change the status quo, the morbid pleasure derived from successful schemes and conspiracies —"

Agripus suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He sensed something was wrong.

The vultures, which had previously only been interested in carrion, suddenly stopped eating and turned their heads away.

Dozens of eyes, now dark and deep, stared intently at Henry.

Something's starting to feel off here.

Agrieus couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong; it was as if there was a third party in this illusion, and Henry was communicating with that third party while passing through it.

A voice deep within Agrius's soul was reminding him that he could no longer let this madman continue.

The plague spread rapidly from beneath his feet.

Green mist engulfed the ground like a tsunami, carrying a stench and decay, and spread wildly in all directions along the ruins.

Agrius's will began to invade and rewrite this illusion.

He wanted to take away all the places where Henry could hide.

To transform this memory belonging to the knight into its own domain, it must immediately gain control of the illusion—

The flame went out and turned green when it was reignited.

The castle's crumbling walls began to deform and were reshaped.

They were surrounded by layers of grayish-white mist.

The sky turned gloomy.

In the distance, large patches of wet mud began to appear on the land, and dead trees twisted and stretched towards the sky.

But Henry didn't try to take control of the place; he continued talking.

"He was inspired by the first primate eye gazing at the stars, which sparked a sense of bewilderment within him, and was awakened during the age of humankind's intellectual pursuit, a time of shining stars and the Renaissance."

His voice was drowned out by the gale and miasma, but it clearly reached the ears of the withered overlord.

"Unlike Nurgle, who awakened amidst the Black Death and endless despair, He appeared at the height of human civilization, when humanity yearned for a better future—"

Henry stopped and his gaze fell on the vultures.

A vulture that had just finished pecking at the carcass noticed its gaze.

The bird laughed in a human-like way and opened its mouth.

"A better future —"

A tempting sound came from the bird's beak.

The second vulture followed closely behind, spreading its wings.

"A higher position —"

The third vulture let out a human sigh.

"More possibilities————"

The dull gray feathers began to fall off in clumps.

A dazzling, eerie, and magical deep blue seeps from beneath their skin like a cold fire.

One after another, the birds began to mutate.

Their bodies were tinged with a blue light, their wings stretched out at bizarre angles, and their eyes became blindingly bright.

A strange laugh came from their throats.

Henry watched this scene and suddenly smiled with relief.

"I forgot—"

"That bastard Tzeentch is actually the Lord of Hope."

The wind blows through the ruins.

The strange blue birds all raised their heads at the same time.

"Draw strength from the hopes of mortals."

"Whenever a mortal dreams of a better future."

"Every time an ambition begins to climb upwards."

"Whenever a conspiracy begins to hatch in an attempt to change the status quo —"

Henry uttered his last words.

"He will become even more powerful."

Agrius's movements slowed down.

The changes before his eyes were beyond his comprehension.

This illusion is being invaded by another force; the appearance of a third party is taking over their world.

The putrid green of the filthy place began to fade.

Pure blue spreads geometrically from the ground, transforming into aurora borealis as it falls from the sky.

It grows wildly from among the newly grown feathers of those strange birds.

And the land beneath Agrippa's feet began to change at that moment.

A gust of wind swept past them.

Everything was distorted in the wind.

next moment.

Henry and Agrippa stood on a high platform.

The surroundings were empty, and the wind swept through the broken stone pillars carved with intricate runes, making robes flutter loudly.

Beyond the high platform lay an endless expanse of gray, desolate land.

Agripus looked around and a rare chill suddenly ran through him.

He got it.

They have moved beyond the knight's memory.

With the intervention of a third party, they entered their own memories—

This place is a spot deep within his own soul that he himself cannot easily touch and has always deliberately forgotten.

High in the sky, those strange blue birds were circling.

They were just torn apart by the poisonous gas high in the sky, and then they reformed in blue sparks the next moment.

Once, twice, hundreds or thousands of times.

The boundaries between death and life have blurred.

Agrius let out a roar and finally unleashed his full power.

An extremely dense plague psychic energy erupted from his body like a flood bursting its banks.

The wind was stained a ghastly green by decay, and bluebirds fell in droves from the sky, their beautiful feathers corroded into foul-smelling black mud in mid-air.

But only a short while later.

Laughter erupted once again from the corpses that had turned into black mud.

They emerge from their own corpses, take flight again, in greater numbers, more magnificent and larger, and soar back into the sky with sharp, mocking laughter.

Like some kind of incurable curse, they are constantly changing themselves.

Agrippa's expression finally changed.

"pity."

The withered overlord stared intently at Henry, gritting his teeth.

"A false Lord of Hope will never bring you true hope."

Henry stood in the very center of the storm, the Crown of Corruption in his hand slowly spinning like a wicked toy.

"I never intended to get hope from Him, and I never received hope—"

He looked at Agrius.

"I want to kill him."

The words fell.

Suddenly, a dense, tsunami-like sound of wings came from outside the high platform.

Vast flocks of blue birds flew in from the distant void, blotting out the sun.

They pierced through the chaotic clouds, easily tearing apart the shadows cast by the plague, like an inverted blue downpour pouring down from the sky.

Agrippa looked up.

The magnificent yet deadly flock of birds swept overhead.

For a fleeting moment, he suddenly felt a chilling sense of unfamiliarity.

It seemed as if something deep within my soul was watching all of this.

He had never discovered this before.

"I see----"

Agrius's voice was somewhat hoarse, squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"The god of deception—has exploited my ambition."

He slowly tightened his grip, almost crushing the gun handle.

"He blinded me and clouded my judgment—that's why I've been unable to capture the ship for so long, and why my search for the relics has been so arduous—"

Agrippa looked up at Henry.

"But that doesn't mean our fight will end here in this ridiculous way."

Green psionic energy reignited within him.

"When I don this crown and fully ascend to become the devil, the power of the Father will naturally crush this schemer's illusion!"

Agrippa took a step forward.

The next moment, he charged out like a fully armed siege tank.

But during the charge, a sudden change occurred.

The rotting tissue covering his body began to peel off.

The green veins that gave him endless vitality, one after another, withered, disappeared, and decayed from beneath his skin, turning into black dust, which was swept away by the gale.

The Nurgle power within Agrius is being forcibly stripped away.

His body, which had begun to demonize, was rapidly shrinking and recovering.

The menacing fangs retracted into the jawbone, and the abnormally proliferating bone spurs turned to dust.

The rotting skin, surrounded by flies, peeled off layer by layer.

Finally, the face of a mortal warrior before he was plunged into chaos was revealed to Henry once again.

But Agris did not stop; he even accelerated after losing his massive body.

He had long anticipated that this would happen.

The powers of Tzeentch and Nurgle are clashing—as arch-enemies, they rarely agree on anything.

Most of the time, Tzeentch and Nurgle's ideologies are irreconcilable, and a conflict between them is inevitable.

Now, the cunning and treacherous have deceived Nurgle's vision.

The power of a loving father cannot be fully projected into this area.

At the same time, Tzeentch also despises inflexible fools.

Therefore, Henry, who was standing on the high platform at this moment, also lost Khorne's protection.

That furious power that once boiled with the war and burned the blood has vanished without a trace.

Henry looked down at his hands.

Then, facing the strong wind, he slowly extended his right hand.

With the purest will from the depths of the soul.

A chainsaw sword gradually materialized in his palm.

The sword has a rough and heavy blade and a simple yet reliable mechanical structure.

The pungent smell of burning chromium filled the air, and the engine roared harshly.

A deafening roar erupted from the deathly silent platform.

But Henry knew the moment he gripped the hilt of the sword.

This is just an ordinary chainsaw sword.

Without the blessing of Khorne, it lost its invincible and indestructible power.

Blood can no longer sustain it, and fanaticism can no longer sharpen it.

Without divine blessing, without extraordinary power.

All that remained was the cold metal in his palm, and a deadly battle that both sides had to end with their mortal bodies.

Agrius had already rushed in front of him.

The rust-free spear whistled as it thrust straight in.

Blue flocks of birds swirled above their heads in a giant vortex, while the green plague waned and faded away with a feeble groan at the edge of the abyss.

And on this isolated island of souls, torn apart and abandoned by the combined power of two divine beings.

The knight gripped his ordinary chainsaw sword tightly.

They faced the withered overlord who once belonged to Nurgle.

Although they both lost the power from the warp gods.

However, Agrieus still possessed the powerful physical attributes granted to him by the Astartes surgery, as well as the experience and martial skills honed through long campaigns.

Agrius made the first move.

The spear tore through the wind, its tip aimed straight for Henry's throat.

Henry also retained the system's bonuses; even though the most important "Desperate Measures" skill failed to activate, he still possessed qualities beyond those of ordinary people.

Henry dodged to the side, the chainsaw sword pressing down along the gun barrel, sparks flying as the blade scraped against the gun.

Agris twisted his wrist, causing the gun barrel to spring up and knock off the sword blade, then kicked Henry in the chest.

Henry raised his knee to block it.

Both of them moved backward at the same time.

This was Henry's first real encounter with Agrippa, who had lost his Nurgle powers.

The power remains formidable.

But Henry's fighting spirit only intensified.

He lunged forward, his chainsaw slashing down diagonally.

Agrius raised his gun to parry.

The sword blade struck the gun barrel.

Agrius slid back half a step as the impact occurred, and the spearhead followed suit.

Henry lowered his head.

The tip of the gun grazed past the helmet.

He rammed into Agrius's arms, his shoulder armor slamming into the power armor's chest, before slashing horizontally with his sword.

Agrius didn't have time to raise his gun; he could only raise his arm.

The chainsaw sword sliced ​​through the arm guard, sinking deep into flesh.

Blood splattered.

Agris, seemingly oblivious to the pain, grabbed Henry's shoulder armor with his other hand and flung him away.

Henry rolled several times on the ground, and just as he got up, a spear was already thrusting at him from the front.

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