Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 298: Garbage Throne

Although the journey ahead was still difficult, uncomfortable and filled with poisonous gas, at least there were no more "cat attacks" or similar incidents.

After tearing its own stomach, the "cat" finally lost its life.

One of the slaves wrapped the cat's body in a piece of tattered leather instead of holding it upside down as he had done at the beginning.

Because the purpose of lifting it like that in the beginning was purely to show the special species in the spacecraft to "foreign guests" like Howard, and in the process of lifting it upside down, the monster was constantly dripping blood.

For these slave laborers, every drop of blood is a precious nutrient.

Therefore, as the team continued to move forward, some slaves deliberately fell behind the team, and then took advantage of Nakhimov's inattention to leave the team and go back to lick the blood drops on the ground.

Nasimov was well aware of her subordinates' little tricks, and she even ordered the slave who had been standing beside her as a guard, whom she called "the other someone", to go back and secretly watch over the slaves who had left the team to prevent them from getting lost and being taken away by other "cats".

And as a reward, Nakhimov promised the other one a pair of cat ears.

It took nearly half an hour from entering to leaving this area. This area filled with poisonous gas and lurking dangerous creatures is also the moat and garbage disposal station of the slave clan where Nakhimov is located.

Although the bodies of most deceased members will re-enter the material cycle, the bodies of a few tribesmen who are seriously ill or believed to be cursed will not be recycled as nutrients.

These bodies would then be thrown into the gas pit to feed what Nakhimov called "cats."

At the end of the gas pit is a patio. Someone has nailed thick steel bars into the wall below the patio to serve as a simple staircase.

Molly and May climbed up first, then Howard, and finally the nun.

But the nun encountered some trouble when climbing out of the patio:

The power armor she was wearing was too big, and it was difficult for her to get out of the skylight by herself, not to mention that she was carrying a Nakhimov on her shoulders.

So Howard reached out his hand to Nakhimov, intending to temporarily carry the girl so that the nun could climb up, but the nun refused the suggestion.

She grabbed Nakhimov's waist again, then threw her into the air and out of the patio.

Then the legs of the power armor exerted force, and the nun did not climb the nails on the wall like the others, but jumped directly out of the five or six meter high skylight.

After landing, the nun reached out and caught Nakhimov steadily.

"Wow wow wow wow wow wow——" The little girl was not frightened by the nun's behavior, but was very excited:

"That's so cool! How did you do that? Can you do it again?!"

The nun ignored her and put her back on her shoulders.

The place they arrived at at this moment was a cavity in the Crimson Sword, located in the belly of the battleship.

"My mother said it wasn't this big at first," Nakhimov said. "But a long time ago, the ship was hit by a cannonball, and the hull deformed and collapsed, tearing out this huge space. Later, when the damage was repaired, no one cared about it or paid any attention to it."

"When we first moved here, it was full of garbage and waste. It took us three or four years to clear it out!"

Even if Nakhimov hadn't said it, Howard could have sensed that something was wrong here, because this cavity was too irregular. Not only was the iron sheet under his feet bumpy, but the steel frames and pipes above the dome were also cracked and deformed, and additional steel beams were welded in many places for reinforcement.

After entering this space, Nakhimov took off his gas mask and Howard also took off his gas mask, and then they smelled a foul stench.

Carbon-based organisms produce a large amount of nitrogen-containing waste when carrying out their life activities. When these wastes accumulate and ferment, they produce a strong and disgusting smell.

Howard was sure that this was the smell he smelled, and the strong smell made his eyes sting.

Although the smell here is much better than the previous green poisonous gas, it is still far beyond the tolerance of ordinary people. Thanks to the protection of the Goddess of Life, he was not directly suffocated.

Realizing this, Howard grabbed Jasmine's hand, who also wanted to take off her gas mask, and shook his head at her seriously.

So Jasmine took off half of the mask and put it back on.

Nakhimov was amused by Howard's appearance and laughed.

Then she yelled inside:

"Hey! We have guests coming! Get out of the way! You'll be in trouble if you delay something important."

But no voice responded to her.

Nakhimov was not annoyed, as she might have become accustomed to this situation.

"Let's go! The clan mother is just ahead," said Nakhimov.

Howard had never imagined that so many people could live in this kind of environment for a long time.

At this moment, the space was packed with more people than Howard could imagine. If these people could be managed scientifically, for example, by allocating them multiple floors of beds and bathrooms, the population density here would be no more than that of a more crowded dormitory.

But the shortage of resources means that this is just a fantasy.

Howard did see a few rickety beds made of scraps, but they were few and far between.

More people were lying directly on the ground, with their hands stacked on top of their feet, one layer upon another. Regardless of gender, they only had a rag hanging around their waists to cover their private parts.

No one cares if the people below die of suffocation due to oppression. After death, they will simply become food and eventually return to the family. The dead can even serve as cushions for a while before being taken away.

Some people take a different approach and hang themselves on the wall. They use ropes and nails to make a simple support point and then put themselves inside it, so that they can be a little away from the dirt on the ground.

Howard could not see any expression on these people's faces. They had no hope, no emotion, and were skinny.

Many people were lying on their backs on the ground, their hands on their chests, their eyes narrowed into slits, and their dry and white lips slightly open. If it weren't for their thin bellies still rising and falling slightly, Howard would even have thought they were corpses.

When the spaceship was still able to move, they were already the lowest class on the spaceship as slave laborers. When they were abandoned along with the spaceship, they became rats and ants, but no longer human beings.

"This is the safest place," Nakhimov said. "The tribe's mothers, the injured, sick, and weak, as well as babies, are all sent here. The strong ones usually work outside, and now..."

Nakhimov stopped talking here.

Now the strong ones are fighting for power aboard the spacecraft.

The road to meet the clan mother is not easy. The leading slaves lead the way. They kick or move away those who are lying on the road. After all, if they don't take action, the nuns in power armor may trample them to death without paying attention.

The closer they got to the center, the fewer people there were, and finally the slave workers could move forward at a normal speed without having to clear the way.

Soon they brought Howard to the center of the cavity.

This is the highest point of the cavity. Countless construction waste and garbage have artificially created a high ground. Then they collected as many fragments and rotten leather as possible and spread them on it, trying to make it as soft as possible. However, after long-term use, these fabrics and leathers have become dirty and greasy. It is hard to say which one is more disgusting, the garbage underneath.

If the clan mother is the king of slaves, then this place can also be called the garbage throne.