Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 185 Nun

Before the shell was fired, Om Messiah deliberately controlled the orc's garbage motorcycle to slow down, and after the shell landed, the ammunition inside did not explode, but the kinetic energy of the shell still rolled up a large circle of yellow sand around it. The motorcycle Howard was riding was affected by the impact and lost control, flying up like a high-speed car hitting a steep roadblock.

Howard was thrown two or three meters above the ground, his body separated from the orc garbage truck, and then he fell face down into the yellow sand for the third time.

Out of Howard and Ohm Messiah's control, the Ork junk motorcycle disintegrated in mid-air, with all sorts of inexplicable wires, gears, and bearings falling all over the ground. Of course, some parts were still intact, such as the engine and tires removed from the Imperial vehicle, but these large parts were scattered even further away.

He fell face down into the yellow sand from three meters in the air. Although the yellow sand was so fine that it could be considered a soft landing, Howard was still hit hard and his whole body was knocked into the sand.

Damn! What’s going on?

Howard struggled to support himself with his hands so that his upper body and head could be lifted from the sand.

Did he encounter orcs again? Or did the elves from before return? Or did Drago come back again?

The answer is neither.

The empire's steel torrent appeared at the end of the sight. If the orc army was a green tide, then the empire's army was a black tide.

Although the main force was still a long distance away from Howard, the Empire's vanguard had already met Howard. They passed by Howard on vehicles that looked countless times more pleasing to Howard.

Most members of these pioneer teams did not pay too much attention to Howard. They had their own tasks to complete and would not devote too much curiosity and attention to unnecessary targets.

After a sharp brake sound, a dark green motorcycle with the Star Army logo stopped in front of Howard. Then Howard saw a black boot stepping in the sand, and then a black gun barrel pointed at Howard's forehead.

The one who stopped in front of him was an Imperial Astra Militarum. He lifted Howard's linen cloak with the barrel of his gun, then paused, "Not an orc?"

But this doubt did not stop him. He skillfully opened the safety of the laser gun and aimed at Howard's forehead.

They received news that the orcs were preparing to launch a new round of war against the empire's defenders, which would be the largest in nearly a decade. The empire also mobilized troops from several surrounding planets to prepare for a counterattack. In this situation, a human running from the orcs' direction towards the human territory looked suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

All their spies and scouts had been recalled, and there was no identity code for this strangely appearing human on the Astra Militarum interface, further proving that this person had nothing to do with the military.

That is even more suspicious, because there is a distance of thousands of kilometers between the human nest and the orc garbage city. This distance is the battlefield where the two races compete. No mortal can survive here. Since the orcs first broke out on this planet ten years ago, most of the ordinary imperial citizens in this area have died under the artillery fire of the orcs or the empire. Only a few lucky ones can be transferred to safer areas.

But just as the Astra Militarum was about to pull the trigger, a hand covered in black armor grabbed the barrel of the Astra Militarum's gun and deflected the muzzle in another direction.

The one who saved Howard from the gun was a combat nun. She was equipped with the standard black power armor commonly used by combat nuns. The power backpack on her back was decorated with icons and crosses. She held a bolt weapon in her hand and wore that ugly power armor helmet, so Howard could not see her original appearance.

"Soldier, this mortal was just using an Orc vehicle." The Battle Sister's voice, electronically processed by her combat helmet, became cold and hoarse. "He's worth questioning. Leave him to me. You continue to perform your duties!"

The rank of the Battle Sisters was unknown how many levels higher than that of ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers, so after their superiors spoke, the Astra Militarum soldiers did not say anything. He put away his gun and got back on his motorcycle, heading for the battlefield that had already ended, which they did not know about.

As soon as the Astra Militarum soldiers stepped onto the vehicle, the battle sisters grabbed Howard's shoulders and lifted him out of the sand.

Hello, this is the third time.

Howard fought the urge to roll his eyes.

Compared to the 40k era where Howard lived, the genes of humans in the 3k era have progressed in various directions... or mutated. Take Arabelle for example. She is just a mortal who has not undergone any genetic modification, and she is also a woman, but she is taller than Howard. Howard was also considered the tallest in the class when he was in school.

To become a combat nun, one needs to undergo screening and assessment in all aspects, including physique, faith and genes. Therefore, this nun is taller than Arabelle. With the addition of power high heels and a helmet, the armored nun is a whole head taller than Howard.

Just as Howard was hesitating whether to thank the battle sister who pulled him out from under the gun barrel, the battle sister suddenly pulled Howard's hand closer to her.

Before Howard could react, the Battle Sister's other hand had already clenched the hammer and hit the junction of Howard's lower abdomen and ribs.

Howard was almost suffocated by this blow, and his stomach began to cramp and vomit. The Battle Sister immediately pinched the back of Howard's neck and pressed his head down, forcing Howard to vomit everything in his stomach onto the ground.

Even after vomiting everything in his stomach, the cramps did not stop. Howard thought he might have a stitch in the side.

Then the Battle Sister lifted Howard up and placed him horizontally on the back seat of her motorcycle. Then, she stepped on the accelerator and headed towards the Orc Garbage City.

Although the Battle Sister thought Howard was worth interrogating, she would not abandon her duty for this mortal. She punched Howard on the one hand to make him lose his fighting ability, and on the other hand she really wanted him to vomit out everything in his stomach to avoid vomiting it out in the subsequent bumpy ride.

The nun knew very well that bringing a mortal with her into the battle with the orcs would be very troublesome, but the prerequisite was that she had to protect this mortal.

The nun currently has no intention of protecting this mortal. She brings him along just because she doesn't want him to have the chance to play tricks. Once this mortal becomes an obstacle, the nun will abandon him without hesitation.