Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 147 Invitation

The kiss only lasted a short time before Arabelle let Howard go.

"You shouldn't do this, Arabelle. You really shouldn't do this." Howard looked at Arabelle and kept shaking his head.

"This is my own choice. It has nothing to do with you." Arabelle gently pushed Howard and said, "Go. I will take good care of Lucy... and everyone else."

Howard nodded and said goodbye to everyone, then walked towards the planetary defense force. Along the way, the residents of the nest consciously split into two sides to make way for Howard, but when Howard walked past them, they reached out and touched him.

"Messiah."

I don’t know who first said this word, but more and more people shouted it out.

"Messiah!"

Howard wasn't happy being called the Messiah. Religion was a cesspool, and these middle-nest people were pushing themselves into it with their good intentions.

So after walking out of the crowd, Howard raised his hands and pressed them down, signaling people to be quiet.

The first person to see Howard's gesture shut his mouth, and then silence began to spread like dominoes. Soon everyone was quiet. There was no other sound except the rumbling of tank engines and the burning of bonfires that people had built to commemorate the Jianbing Festival.

People from all directions and everywhere were looking at Howard. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of eyes were anticipating every word he would say and every move he would make. The weight of countless people's gazes almost made Howard breathless.

But in the end, he cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, I'm not the Messiah. For this victory, the one you should thank, and the only one you should thank, is the Divine Emperor. Please continue to be pious to him and don't take the credit for the achievement on my shoulders. Please."

Although he himself did not believe in the fake emperor corpse king old bacon on the toilet, he knew better that for the mortals in this world, faith is indispensable and even an important driving force for their survival.

If they had to believe in something, believing in the Emperor was definitely the least bad choice among a bunch of extremely bad choices, at least better than believing in themselves.

After saying this, Howard turned around and sat in the only armored vehicle. He sat upright, with his right leg resting on his left leg, and his fingers crossed on his thighs.

"Drive," Howard ordered. "Take your people away."

The officers did not dare to object, so they withdrew their troops.

The planetary defense force quickly drove out of the middle nest. This time, Howard gave the order himself, so no one would come to stop them.

When he arrived at the upper nest, Howard found that the situation in the upper nest was very different from the last time he visited.

There were far fewer pedestrians on the streets, and the few people who did exist were just hurrying along with their heads down. Various public transportation vehicles and the balloons with advertisements and banners that always floated in the sky were nowhere to be seen.

Only a few of the streetlights, which had previously had unlimited power, were still lit. Many more were not only out but also damaged. Howard saw signs of destruction in many places. Some had large craters on the ground, the result of explosions, and some buildings had been burned down to the point of being half-burned, yet no one cared.

Shangchao originally had a huge number of service workers living there, who were responsible for maintaining Shangchao's bright and beautiful appearance. However, after Zhongchao was closed due to the plague, most of Shangchao's residents lost their source of supplies, and these service workers also lost their jobs.

The shortage of supplies was followed by soaring prices. The currency in the hands of Shangchao residents quickly became worthless, and only those with the highest status could obtain the supplies they needed through the airport.

So the riots broke out, and countless hungry residents attacked the airport and all the warehouses. A large number of people died, and even more were imprisoned. However, those imprisoned would not receive a fair trial. They were thrown into the corner of the dungeon to die, and after they died, their bodies were recycled and fed to the rest of the hungry residents again.

In this way, after a large number of people in the Upper Nest died, the Upper Nest barely maintained basic order through the continuous recycling of corpses and a little bit of supplies that were transported from other planetary spacecraft and missed after being carefully selected by the top dignitaries.

Then the great devil came and order was disrupted again, and it has not been restored until now.

Now in Shangchao, you will encounter a team of patrolling soldiers every few steps. There are patrol checkpoints in every block, and there is an atmosphere of martial law.

"boom!"

A cloud of foam exploded against the armored vehicle's windshield. A young man, in anger, had thrown a glass bottle filled with urine at the planetary defense forces. He ran, but the soldier aimed and fired. The bullet pierced the back of his head, and he collapsed to the ground, his red blood and white brain matter spilling out, adding another layer of filth to the already filthy ground.

When the team had gone far away, those who had been hiding in the shadows crawled out and looked at the boy's body greedily.

Finally, Howard was taken to an ancient castle, got out of the car, and then was led into a small room.

Howard was pushed in and the door slammed shut.

It looks like this is an interrogation room. There are no windows and no paint on any of the four sides, with only exposed cement walls. There are one or two tables, one large and one small, facing each other in the room. The team table is an iron table, and the large one is a wooden table. The iron table focuses on the light from overhead, while the wooden table is hidden in the dark with only a desk lamp on it.

At this moment, He was the only one in the interrogation room.

Howard shrugged, walked straight to the wooden table, and sat down on it.

Come on, let me see what tricks you are going to play.

An unknown amount of time passed, and just as Howard was about to fall asleep sitting at the table, hurried footsteps were heard outside the interrogation room, followed by the sound of the bolt being pulled open, and a fat man walked in.

That man was the planetary governor whom Howard had seen from afar once before. Just as Howard was about to say hello to him, he was punched to the ground by him.

The Governor then punched and kicked the man lying on the ground, cursing as he beat him: "You! Bastard! You! Damn you! You... you messed up everything...!"

He was so angry that he was almost going crazy.

Three years ago, he began to feel that his body's functions were declining. His endurance and energy were not as good as before. No matter what surgery he underwent, it was useless. So he summoned many doctors and psychics and asked them to find a way to restore his youth.

A year ago, his chief pharmacist somehow gained psychic powers, and along with the psychic powers, an emerald green potion appeared.

After injecting this potion, he felt reborn, but when the effect of the potion faded, what followed was double the pain.

He desperately needed more of the emerald green potion, but the chief pharmacist told him that only one potion could be produced because it was a blessing from God, and God's blessing was not free.

So he and the potion began their plan. The pharmacist began to study the virus because the emerald green potion was extracted from the brain of an infected person after being completely infected by a certain virus. They planned to infect the entire planet because this was exactly the result that the god behind the emerald green potion wanted to see. After dedicating the entire planet to the god, the god will also grant him true immortal life.

But at the critical moment of virus research, a Blood Angels spacecraft docked on the planet, and a human was sent down by Astartes himself.

This caused the experiment to stagnate for nearly a month, until he drove the human to the middle nest and continued.

He had thought everything was foolproof, but a strange snack started to become popular among other nobles. He had originally tried to get other nobles to join his side by giving them this emerald green potion, but the appearance of this snack made them waver again.

At the same time, bad news came from the pharmacist. Because the snacks shook the nobles who were controlled by the emerald green potion, Shangchao's faith in God was weakened. This was eventually reflected in the experiment. The viruses that had been cultivated began to die in large numbers for no reason, and the pathogenicity of the newly cultivated viruses was also weakened a lot.

Then he discovered that the source of the snacks was the man who had just gotten off the Blood Angels ship.

He could only send people to catch the man again. Although they didn't bring him back, the strange snacks no longer appeared.

So he continued to push forward his plan, and a new batch of viruses was cultivated. According to the original plan, this batch of viruses should be screened and evolved again before being released. As a result, the strange snack began to circulate again.

So he could only intercept the snacks sent to the upper nest to prevent his already unsteady accomplices from wavering again, while at the same time releasing the virus, closing the doors of the middle nest and the upper nest, and blocking the news.

He originally thought that everything was foolproof and that the planet would be completely infected after just a week. However, it turned out that this strange snack could actually cure the infection, which greatly slowed down the progress of infecting the entire planet. In the end, even God's messenger was defeated.

When he heard the news, he was angry and frightened, because the infection had lasted too long. Even if he tried his best to conceal the news, it had already spread. Soon a fleet from the Imperial Navy would come to the planet to investigate the matter. If he did not dedicate the planet to God before then, everything would be over.

But after all of God's messengers died, God seemed to have abandoned the planet. The toxicity of the virus quickly declined, leaving behind a mess.

In short, his plans were all ruined because of this hateful human.

Howard lay on the ground with his head in his hands, enduring the governor's wrath. However, the governor stopped after only a few hits. Howard opened one eye to check the situation, and saw the fat man holding the table and gasping for breath. His lips were blue and purple and cold sweat was pouring down. It seemed that he would die in the next second due to suffocation.

Then the governor reached into his pocket tremblingly, took out a syringe filled with emerald green potion, and injected it into his neck.

When the needle was pushed all the way in, the blood vessels on the Governor's neck turned blue, and then his limbs stretched out and trembled as if he had been high on drugs. Finally, he slowly returned to normal, but his complexion was much better than when he was about to die of gasping for breath.

"Go to hell!" The governor took out his pistol and pulled the trigger at Howard.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Howard was safe and sound, but the governor's head exploded like a watermelon. Then the fat corpse without a head shook twice and fell to the ground.

Behind the Governor stood the psychic in a green-edged robe.

The psychic put his hands in his sleeves, stepped over the Governor's body and walked in front of Howard, saying:

"Mr. Howard, I hope you are not hurt. Your loving father wants to see you."