Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 367 Spell

The attack was blocked, and Sister Silence took up Gloria's sword instead. The nuclear man took the opportunity to get up and escape, and Sister Silence did not chase him.

She already has a new goal.

Sister Silent looked at Gloria with disdain. She changed the execution sword she was supposed to hold with two hands to one, and then spelled out a word with the hand she was holding:

traitor.

The untouchable aura made Gloria feel suffocated.

Gloria took a deep breath. In the past, she would have been furious if anyone dared to say that to her, but now she could face these accusations calmly.

"I'm not a traitor. There are no traitors here. Everything is a conspiracy instigated by the Mechanical Sage to seize the energy source." Gloria tried to explain to Sister Silent. She hoped to solve the problem in a more peaceful way.

But the Sister of Silence did not respond. She gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, looking provocative.

Don't be moved by anything the enemy says.

This is a compulsory course for imperial soldiers.

Moreover, even if Sister Silence knew there were no traitors here, she would still do this.

Just like what Gloria had thought before, there were no traitors here, but a riot had broken out. So they would suppress the riot first, and then hand the culprit over to the tribunal for conviction.

Facing the provocation from Sister Silent, Gloria remained restrained and continued to try to persuade the Sister Silent:

"I implore you and your sisters to stop. I am not asking you to give up the fight, but to pause for a moment. Once the Governor has dealt with the fleeing orcs and returns, everything will become clear. For the Emperor, let the loyalists shed less blood."

Sister Silent still ignored Gloria's words. She raised her sword with the tip pointing at Gloria.

I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go.

Even if what Gloria said was true, only a few thousand ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers were sacrificed. For the entire empire and even for Karenya, the casualties were extremely small.

But if there really is a traitor here, a brief moment of mercy may lead to unpredictable consequences.

Pointing the sword at someone was already a serious provocation, but Gloria still did not make any attacking move.

"Stop it."

The Sister of Silence swung her sword at Gloria. Although she kept trying to dissuade her verbally, Gloria was always on guard against the Sister of Silence's attack.

She dodged the sword sideways, and the Sister of Silence chased after her with the sword. Gloria swung her chainsaw sword to meet the Sister of Silence's execution sword.

The silicon crystal blade of the executioner's greatsword and the ceramic teeth of the chainsaw sword collided, emitting dazzling sparks.

The Emperor's Talon and the Emperor's Daughter met on the battlefield.

Beside Howard, Peter fought off the sneak attack from the Sister of Silence, but he could no longer hold on and fell to one knee in front of Howard.

Several anti-psychic silver nails have been nailed into his body. When the psychic blockers in the silver nails spread, the blue lines in the corresponding area of Peter's body will go out, and then that piece of body tissue will begin to necrotize and fall off.

After this battle, Peter's body had become smaller and the light he emitted was not as dazzling as at the beginning.

"You're injured!" Howard saw Peter's weakness and picked up a knife to cut his hand. "Let me treat you. Please hold on a little longer. The Governor will be back soon."

Above the sky, the Blackwater Fortress, which was originally the size of a coin, is now only a tiny dot. If you don't look carefully, you will ignore the existence of this black dot. The intensity of the battle in space has also dropped significantly compared to before. As long as he holds on for a while, Esrick will be able to get rid of the trouble of the orcs and return to Karenya.

By that time, the Governor of Kalunya will return to the surface of his planet, and the series of absurd events caused by the Mechanical Sage will be put right.

"No... Messiah... You must cherish your blood..." Although he was extremely weak, Peter still refused Howard's offer to treat Him.

"I'm not asking for your opinion." Howard's tone became tougher. He cut his hand and smeared the blood on the alien's body. "Hold on a little longer and you will win. I won't allow you to die before this."

"This is our destiny..." Peter replied, "For countless years, we have been waiting for your arrival. Now is the time."

"That's not what you want to do?"

Peter did not respond with words. He stretched out his huge hand and took the container from Howard. With a little force, the outer shell of the container was crushed.

"This is your secret..." The faint light hovered quietly in Peter's hand. "Now, it's returned to you."

"No, no! Stop, stop!" Howard kept backing away. "You've waited countless years, and I'm no more than thirty years old. Did you recognize the wrong person?"

Howard then shook May and Chalandi, who were watching from the sidelines, vigorously: "You two! Isn't this what you want? Why don't you find a way to take it away quickly?!"

Mei hesitated, and Charandi raised his staff to take the thing back from Peter, but before he could use his psychic power, he was solidified by a new psychic power and turned into a statue.

The moment Peter crushed the container, the nuclear men of Karenya seemed to have received some kind of revelation at the same time. They gathered around Howard. The power generated by the gathering of these natural psychic aliens briefly suppressed the psychic power of the Eldar prophet who suffered from psychic backlash.

Howard wanted to leave this place, but he was blocked on all sides by nuclear men.

The bodies of these nuclear men flashed blue light at the same frequency, and Howard heard their voices.

They are singing, they are chanting, they are humming.

They were chanting in unison the spell that Howard had once asked about but had never received an answer.

It seems that there is no way to avoid this.

Howard turned back with a complicated expression, looking at the energy source pulsating at Peter's fingertips as he chanted. This energy source had never been so active before, its form changing in countless ways, sometimes forming a vortex, sometimes a Möbius strip, sometimes a human eye, sometimes a human mouth.

He didn't have to refuse this "treasure", but there had to be a legitimate reason.

But these stone aliens kept talking a lot, and no matter how you looked at it, this thing shouldn't have any connection with them, but they insisted that this thing was theirs.

Even if Peter said something like "Donor, I think you have a destiny, so I give you this treasure", in Howard's opinion, it was more convincing than the reasons they had given now.

But at this point, Howard knew that it would be impossible to refuse or to get Peter and the others to give him a more convincing reason.

So he asked a question:

"why me?"

"You are... unique..."

Peter had given the same answer once before.

But when Howard heard this answer again, he had a different feeling.

So he stopped talking and walked towards Peter.

Since you can't avoid it, just be a little tough.

"What do you want me to do?" Howard asked.

“Touch it.”

"Would it help if May touched it?" Howard asked finally.

Peter told Howard the answer with silence.

Well, judging from all the characteristics this thing has shown so far, it is not a good thing.

Then do it yourself.

Howard reached out toward the energy source.

A tsunami-like flow of information rushed into Howard's mind, instantly destroying all his rationality.

There was only a pale void before his eyes. He felt like he was falling into an abyss, with ancient whispers echoing in his ears.

He didn't know what these whispers meant, but every time a syllable was uttered, a symbol would automatically appear in his empty mind and be deeply imprinted in his memory. He didn't know how long the whispers lasted, but when he woke up again, it seemed as if a whole century had passed.

How many symbols were burned into his brain? Thousands? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Or more?

Nobody knows.

However, the sudden influx of excess memories seriously hindered his thinking. The human brain is like a hard drive. When the amount of stored things suddenly increases, the retrieval time will become longer.

He looked at Mei with a dull gaze. His eyes could distinguish all of Mei's features and all the colors on her body.

But he couldn't find any reference to what this thing in front of him was.

Instinctively, Howard knocked his head in confusion, trying to solidify the excessive amount of information in his mind, but it was no use.

He opened his mouth, but strange syllables came out.

At this time, Peter reached out again and gently touched Howard's forehead.

The moment Peter's fingers touched Howard's forehead, a black hole seemed to appear in his brain, and all the symbols that were forcefully injected were sucked into it.

Howard shuddered and regained consciousness, but his head ached as if it was about to split open.

He tried to recall the symbols that had just filled his brain, but he seemed to be able to remember each symbol, but they were vague.

If someone could give him some symbols to help him distinguish what was just in his mind and what was just not, he would be able to make the distinction, but if someone asked him to write without any reference, he would be unable to do it.

"Is this my secret you mentioned?" Howard, who had just woken up, asked Peter unhappily.

He found that the light in Peter was almost extinguished.

"You didn't tell me you would die if you did this." Howard said that he wanted to use his own blood to save Him, but was rejected by Peter.

"Msaya, this isn't an injury. Our mission has concluded. Our souls have finally been forgiven and are able to return to their distant homeland in the starry sky...Msaya, thank you."

"It seems like you guys have dug a big hole for me," Howard said.

"Messiah, forgive our rudeness... but this is a necessary move. When the time is right, you will understand everything. Then you will know that all this is... worth it..."

After saying this, the light on Peter's body completely dissipated, turning into floating light and electricity, and was carried high into the sky by the wind that came from nowhere.

When the light went out, the bodies of these aliens could no longer support their weight and collapsed. It was not just Peter, but all the nuclear men who did the same. It seemed that releasing this spell had drained all of their strength.

Chalandi, who was turned into a stone statue by the nuclear man, has recovered. He looked around and then looked at Howard, and he understood everything.

"Mr. Howard, from this moment on, your fate and the fate of our people are bound together."