Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 109 Fully Automatic Pancake Machine

Although the enemy gradually retreated, Char did not think this was a good sign.

During the confrontation stage, both sides have not yet exhausted their remaining strength, but one side has voluntarily chosen to give up the confrontation. In this case, there are only two possibilities. One is that the strategic goal of the giving-up side has failed, and continuing the confrontation is meaningless except for unnecessary consumption, so the confrontation is given up.

Another situation is that their goal has been achieved.

Char suddenly realized why his advance was met with such resolute resistance. It was probably not just because he had intruded into the enemy's territory, but more likely because the two sides had conflicting ultimate goals.

This is not a battle for territory, but a conflict for key supplies.

Now that the other side has retreated first, it at least proves that they knew the outcome of the conflict first.

This was not the situation Char wanted to see. He did not want to make the originally sure-win situation become confusing just because he saved the lives of sixty of his men.

"Forward!" Char ordered his men.

But now, he has no choice but to face this unknown outcome.

Another ten minutes passed, and five minutes before the agreed time, Char finally arrived at the exit of the space elevator.

At this time, the place was in a mess, with various machines piled up in a mess, many of which were damaged. There was blood everywhere on the ground, and occasionally some broken limbs, but there was not a single corpse to be seen.

When the plague broke out, although some mechanical equipment was damaged or deviated from its original path due to lack of operation, most of the machines eventually entered hibernation. Neither the plague zombies nor the armed personnel had any reason to deliberately damage them, so this situation was not normal.

Char and his group continued to walk inside and finally saw what they were concerned about near the entrance of the space elevator.

He was a withered and hunched man wearing a broken bone mask. His body was also full of bones, but many of them were broken.

At this time, he remained in a kneeling position, and the shovel of an excavator was turned upside down, with the shovel teeth digging into the ground. The gaps between the shovel teeth were placed on the back of the masked man's neck, nailing him to the ground like a huge shackle.

And near the excavator stood Arabelle, holding Howard in her arms in a princess hug. Howard closed his eyes and leaned in her arms.

It seems that there is a war here as well. Howard said that Om Messiah serves him. It seems that he ordered these machines to run wild and drive away those who wanted to capture him. After those who were fighting with Char learned the news, they realized that it was meaningless to continue delaying, so they retreated.

But these are not what Xia is most concerned about at the moment. What he is most concerned about is Howard's condition at this time.

"Is he... is he okay?" Char asked Arabelle.

Arabelle nudged Howard in her arms with her shoulder, "Hey, Char asked if you're okay?"

"hiss--"

Howard in his arms was awakened, he opened his eyes, and immediately gasped in pain.

"I'm not okay at all!" Howard grimaced in pain. "I just had a pretty bad fall, and then I just had a fight with these psychos for a long time. Do you think I'm going to be okay?!"

But after finishing his complaints, Howard glanced at the masked Chaos follower pinned to the ground by the forklift and said, "I caught you alive. It's none of my business to interrogate this psychopath from now on!"

Howard closed his eyes and leaned back into Arabelle's arms, humming, "... Ouch, my waist hurts... Ouch, my neck hurts too... It hurts everywhere..."

Char looked at Howard and Arabelle, then at the skinny, hunched man pinned to the ground by the bulldozer's shovel, then at the scattered machinery and bloodstains all around him, and suddenly felt that it was absurd.

He had just been fighting with a group of militants for Howard, an important strategic material. When the two sides were fighting hard, the strategic material jumped up by itself and drove the enemy away.

Two hours later.

Howard lay in bed in his hospital gown, while Arabelle sat beside him, wordlessly peeling fruit. Instead of throwing the peels away, they were placed on a plate. These peels would be recycled, mixed with other food scraps, and ground into pulp, which would then be distributed to other wounded soldiers as a nutritional supplement.

After a comprehensive examination, Howard was found to have multiple fractures and contusions, but none of them were serious and no nerves were damaged. After initial treatment, he will be able to fully recover in about three days.

Arabelle peeled the fruit and cut it into pieces, then picked up a piece with a knife and fed it to Howard. Howard opened his mouth for food, and at this moment, the door opened.

Char walked into the ward. He looked at the two of them and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mr. Howard, I'm sorry to bother you, but our pancake reserves are almost empty, and you're the only one who can make this kind of item, so..."

Howard took the piece of fruit, ate it, and replied, "It's okay, it's okay! Now I can go to work!"

As a result, he grimaced in pain every time he moved. Finally, Arabelle pushed a wheelchair over and put him on it, and then Char pushed him away.

"How did you deal with that cultist?" Howard asked. The cultist he was talking about was the Chaos believer. He couldn't directly say the word "Chaos" to mortals like Char or Arabel.

"Ivan's idea is to cut off part of his brain and give him anesthesia. People will not lie twenty seconds before anesthesia, but Francis thinks this is very risky. So the cultist is currently being interrogated by Francis. If nothing can be learned, we will hand him over to Ivan." Xia answered, then he grabbed both sides of the wheelchair and lifted Howard up, because they had to go down a long staircase.

"Did you find out anything?" Howard said. "I tried to get him to tell me something, and he said they have a leader whose base is in the clock tower I visited earlier, and that leader might have the ability to control plague creatures."

"No." Char shook his head. "During interrogation, he either remained silent, or suddenly burst into a frenzied roar, or muttered prayers to some 'kind father'. What is this 'kind father'?"

Howard lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying seriously, "Mr. Xia, I hope you won't delve into this issue."

Char: "Oh?"

Howard: "I know what they mean by 'kind father,' but I can't tell you. Some secrets, if known by those who shouldn't know, would be a disaster...even a hundred times worse than what's happening now." At this point, Howard glanced at Arabelle, but found that Arabelle wasn't looking at him, so he retracted his gaze and continued, "For you, curbing this plague is all you can do. I'm sorry, although these words may make you uncomfortable, I don't want to lie to you, so..."

"Needless to say, I trust you," Char replied. "Regarding this mysterious 'kind father', I will not investigate his identity."

Soon, Char carried Howard down the stairs, and then they walked for a while before the three of them arrived at a warehouse.

The warehouse is filled with various ingredients needed to make pancakes, and in the center of the warehouse, there is a machine that is more than one person tall.

The main body of the machine is a circular plane, and several pipes and robotic arms extend around this plane.

"This is..." Howard guessed it, but he wasn't sure.

Char: "This is a gift Ivan prepared for you, a fully automatic pancake machine."