Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

The scenery in front of me was stretched into a blurry dotted line.

Henry was thrown backwards like a tattered sack.

His weight is still too light for an armored vehicle.

Fortunately, thanks to the system's enhancements, his body was far superior to that of a human, and he did not disintegrate due to the impact, barely saving Henry's life.

These creatures belonging to Nurgle also began to slowly adapt to the knights being besieged.

They have begun to find Henry's weakness... a way to kill Henry.

Ultimately, although Henry possessed a considerably high resistance to warp energy thanks to the help of the Knight of the Lost Land and Khorne, attacks from the material world still had a significant effect on him, especially close-range attacks…

He flew backwards for dozens of meters, killing many deformed people corrupted by filth along the way.

It overturned many tents between residential areas.

The pots and pans clanged and clattered together.

Finally, with a muffled thud, he was buried deep within a pile of rubble and collapsed iron frames.

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Broken building materials slid down one after another, raising clouds of dust.

But those roaming, filthy relatives had no intention of giving him a chance to breathe.

Henry had previously attracted too much of their hatred...

He inflicted unacceptable casualties on this Nurgle force lurking in the refugee camp.

Henry was now exhausted, and they swarmed in, determined to take a piece of flesh from this strange 'human'.

Let the venom flow into the knight's body through his mouth, leaving pustules on his skin that symbolize health.

Let him experience the love of a loving father...

In the blink of an eye.

It piled up into a small, constantly wriggling mountain.

They trampled on each other, tore at each other, and merged together.

They rushed to dig into the grassroots.

The venom, carrying the plague, seeped through the cracks and dripped onto Henry's face, stinging his skin.

The plague was evaporated by the body's surface temperature, turning into a wisp of black smoke.

The spot on Henry's shoulder armor where Anastasius had once parasitized him.

Several eyeballs were squeezed out with difficulty, and they almost went blind from being exposed to the venom.

Kind-hearted Anastasius could not abandon his friends in the end.

Even if this friend turned into a demon because of an accident... after all, it was to save him.

"Henry! Do you need my help? I'll be there soon."

no respond.

The only sounds were the constant noise of the monsters devouring and gnawing on the outside, and a green hand slowly reached into the space where Henry was.

The demon's eyes quickly shrank back in fright.

After a short while, a hoarse voice finally emerged from the very bottom of the mountain of flesh.

"unnecessary."

The owner of the voice seemed to be enduring something, struggling due to pain.

"Take care of yourself. I'm not that easy to kill."

The brief negotiations were thus abruptly ended.

Immediately afterwards, faint murmurs spread from under the heavy pressure.

It was like a meaningless soliloquy.

A mountain appeared before Henry's eyes.

Blood flowed from the mountaintop, landing on the skeletons and turning into blood flowers.

Khorne, the evil god of blood and war...

The projection and aggregation of human anger, hatred, and the will to war in the subspace.

He was born from the first murder in the universe.

Awakening to unprecedented large-scale violent conflicts such as the Mongol westward expansion.

From this day forward, it will be forever.

Unjust violence, senseless killing, and humanity's thirst for war.

In terms of time and place, he was practically a fellow townsman of "Henry"...

This may be why He favored Henry, or perhaps Henry possessed the qualities He desired to see.

"Blood sacrifice to the gods..."

The volume steadily increased, interspersed with girl's harmonies.

"Skull Offering Seat..."

The rhythm of the war drums suddenly rose, resounding throughout the material world.

boom--!

The horde of monsters, piled up like hills, suddenly expanded outwards.

A violent, scalding heat burst forth from the center point.

A large number of Nagued's relatives let out mournful howls.

Their proud yellow-green pus was boiling and bubbling, and large areas of tissue were turning into charcoal at a visible speed.

The plague is fleeing their bodies, driven away by another psionic force from the warp.

Red blood began to flow from their bodies again.

The chainsaw sword emitted a high-pitched, long whistle.

The blood droplets remaining on the blade defied gravity, spontaneously converging and clinging to the serrations, flowing forward as if they were alive.

Henry's exposed skin had a dark red hue.

Blood vessels stretch across the body like red-hot iron wires.

The depths of those pupils were also tinged with a piercing crimson.

boom!

A scarlet arc of light rose from the ground.

The mountain of corpses, built from the grotesque monsters, was cleaved in two by this unstoppable force and collapsed on the spot.

The severed limbs and fragments shot into the air, while dark red rain poured down.

Henry emerged from the scattering debris, a roaring chainsaw sword wielded in one hand.

On the other side, not far away.

Anastasius was pinching a freshly rubbed eyeball and stuffing it into a guard's eye socket.

This unlucky guy got shot in the eye by his own gun.

Weapons were corrupted before warriors, and Anastasius had little way of repairing them.

But as it gradually became more proficient, it could repair the soldier's eyes very well.

Just as the optic nerve was reconnected, before the eye's owner could even adjust the angle and focus, the attending physician suddenly looked elsewhere.

An ominous message was carried on the wind.

An aura that made Anastasius's tentacles tremble spread from the other side of the battlefield.

Anastasius slowly turned his head.

Through the chaotic crowd and the burning flames, it caught sight of the figure carrying a chainsaw sword in the distance.

Henry stood there.

Scattered all around were layers upon layers of body parts, the corpses still alive.

They are being punished.

The psionic energy in the air churned and surged like boiling water, sending the same message to all psionicists and demons.

Anastasius suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

He clearly no longer had anything that could be called a heart.

But something inside is still thrashing around.

Violence, bloodshed, war.

That force was neither concealed nor justified.

It simply longed to shatter everything in front of it, simply wanted to kill the most powerful creature here... another demon.

Demons have a far clearer understanding of the warp than humans do.

This is why Anastasius saw the other side of the story more clearly than anyone else.

Henry's presence in the material world consisted only of his body.

However, there is another outline in the subspace.

They were both clad in iron armor and carried swords.

Its shape, outline, and movements completely overlap with Henry's.

Like a reflection in a mirror, projected from reality into the subspace.

Henry in that subspace was even more inhuman, more hollow, and more mechanical.