Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Five minutes before William's death, at the top of Zeredia Tower.

When William brought Howard and Arabelle to the empty room, there was already a man standing inside. He was wrapped in a white robe with green edges and a dark green gem on his chest. The eyes and breathing mask on his face seemed to be not worn on, but embedded in the flesh.

He was the man Howard saw riding in the same car with the Governor during his tour.

"Didn't they say the governor was coming? Where are the governor's men?" William ignored the man in white robe and turned to question the servant who delivered the message.

"Messenger of the Om Messiah, I hope you can leave this planet." Unexpectedly, the man in white robes also ignored William. He looked at Howard and said, "I am willing to provide all the help I can. You can even leave with your friends."

"Hey, I didn't allow you to talk to my people." William found that the man in white robe also ignored him, so he stood in front of Howard very unhappy.

"Lord William, I hope you won't interfere in this matter." The man in the white robe glanced at William, but finally stopped his gaze on Howard. He continued to ask, "Messenger of Om Messiah, what is your answer?"

Howard: "I refuse."

"Paji!"

The moment Howard expressed his objection, William's head exploded like a tomato hit by a bullet, and red blood, flesh, and white brain matter splattered all over Howard's face.

Howard's pupils trembled wildly. He didn't expect that William, who was so aggressive and seemed to have a lot of roles to play in the last second, would die in front of him in the next second.

"Strange?" The man in white frowned when he found that Howard's head did not explode. However, his hands did not slow down. Instead, he slowly took out a pistol from his sleeve and pointed it at Howard.

"Explosion..." Howard uttered these two words almost instinctively.

"boom!"

After the man in white robe pulled the trigger, the bullet exploded in the barrel as Howard expected, and the impact of the explosion shattered his right hand.

"It seems you are indeed the messenger of Om Messiah." The man in the white robe didn't seem to care about his shattered right hand. After realizing that neither gunfire nor psychic powers would work, he pulled out a dagger dripping with green liquid. He approached Howard and said, "Now that we've been at odds, I can't let you get away alive."

"boom!"

At this moment, a bullet was shot at the back of the white-robed man's head, but after the bullet entered within ten meters around the white-robed man, it was as if it had been shot into the water. The bullet began to slow down at a speed visible to the naked eye until it stopped completely and fell to the ground.

Arabelle raised her pistol. She knew that it was impossible to kill a psychic with just ordinary bullets, but this small-caliber pistol she got from Adrian was one of her few remaining weapons.

Arabelle continued to shoot, but the bullets were blocked. After the magazine was empty, the gray-robed man waved his hand, and a gray-white wave appeared in the air and rushed towards Arabelle.

Arabelle hurriedly raised her robotic arm for defense, and opened the shield that had previously blocked Adeline's psychic attack. However, this time the gray-white ripples hit the shield, and the impact force generated directly pushed Arabelle against the wall.

"Messenger of the Om Messiah, you should have listened to my advice." After temporarily incapacitating Arabelle, the white-robed man refocused his attention on Howard. "Now you're not only going to kill yourself, but also your friends."

"Actually, I lied to you. I'm not the messenger of Om Messiah." Howard looked directly at the gray-robed man and said, "Om Messiah is my messenger."

"Arabelle! Bomb!" Howard suddenly shouted.

Arabelle, who had finally gotten up, heard Howard's call. Without any thought or hesitation, she instinctively took out the short-barreled pistol with one bullet left from her sleeve and pulled the trigger at the man in white robe.

The huge recoil of the explosive shell caused Arabelle to stagger back a step. After the explosive shell left the barrel, the rocket thrusters at the tail began to work and accelerated towards the man.

"It's useless..." The man in white robe stopped the bomb without even raising his hand. The bomb was less than ten centimeters away from his brain, but no matter how the rocket thrusters behind it worked, it could not move forward at all.

Howard then uttered an onomatopeia: "bong!"

"bong!"

As if in response to Howard, the bomb, which was less than ten centimeters away from the white-robed man's brain and should have been triggered by a physical contact, exploded.

The bomb is filled with the highest quality explosives, and the explosion is as powerful as a grenade.

A grenade exploded in his face, and even the man in white robe had his upper body blown to pieces.

Howard was farther away from the explosion point, and the man in white robe formed a barrier between him and the bomb. He also lay down before the bomb exploded, so apart from the pain in his ears from the loud noise, he was basically not hurt.

After the explosion, Howard got up from the ground and shook his head, then he found that the crisis was not over, because the muscles of the man whose upper body was shattered by the bomb began to wriggle and regenerate at the wound, and a few seconds later, a bloody upper body that looked as if it had been skinned grew back.

Howard was shocked because he clearly saw that the explosion just now directly shattered his upper body. Even a fully infected plague zombie would die with such damage, but this level of injury could not even keep the gray-robed man lying dead for a few more seconds.

Faced with this situation, Howard instantly thought of the best solution, which was to run.

Instructor, I was wrong. Sometimes, sprinting faster is indeed useful.

As a result, he was tripped by something after running only a few steps. He looked down and found that he had stepped on the hem of the maid's outfit.

Howard didn't know what expression to make now. He didn't expect that William, who had lost his mind, could still disgust him.

"Arabelle" Howard had no choice but to ask Arabelle for help. This maid outfit was very troublesome to put on and take off. If he wanted to take it off in order, it would take at least ten minutes. And Howard's purpose of calling Arabelle was certainly not to ask her to help him take off his clothes, but to hope that she could tear the clothes off directly with brute force. He did not have an exhibitionist fetish, and he was wearing normal clothes under the maid outfit.

But Arabelle seemed to have misunderstood Howard's meaning. She came to the fallen Howard and picked him up.

"That's not what I meant!" Howard's eyes widened. "I meant to let you..."

"But that's what I planned," Arabelle interrupted Howard forcefully.

Then, before Howard could respond, she hugged Howard and started running faster, finally breaking open the huge floor-to-ceiling window and jumping from the top of the tower.