Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Dylan threw the bad thoughts out of his mind and began to try to persuade this young man who was not so firm in his thoughts.

"Come on! If this little pain breaks you, what kind of man are you!" Dylan glared at Bruno and scolded him, "No matter how beautiful the dream is, it's fake. We are only valuable to the God-Emperor if we are alive. The God-Emperor will bless every devout person. The more steadfast we are, the greater the God-Emperor's power will be. Even if we die one day, we will die on the path of dedication to the God-Emperor, a hundred times nobler than those who fall due to unbearable pain."

This was the idea that Dylan's father and mother instilled in him when he was a child. Dylan once believed it without a doubt. He believed that his pain and sacrifice were valuable. He believed that there was an absolutely fair scale in the world, and that any contribution he made would give the God-Emperor and mankind an insignificant weight on this scale. He believed that when the day of judgment came, even the dead would be dragged out to be interrogated about good and evil, and he could then proudly stand on the side of justice.

But now Dylan is a little unsure. When he says these words to his juniors, which he believed in the past, he feels inexplicably ashamed.

If the child named Bruno could raise his head and look at this righteous and upright senior at this time, he would find that the other party did not dare to make eye contact with him, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

"Everything we have been through...will it make sense?" After hearing Dylan's teachings, Bruno murmured to himself, as if asking himself, or as if asking Dylan.

"Of... of course!" Dylan continued, suppressing his inner shame. "You might think: We're just nobody in the hive, how can our lives have meaning? But have you ever thought about this: one nobody is nothing, but what about a thousand or ten thousand nobodys? Who truly keeps the hive running, the high-ranking figures or us nobodys? If those big figures lose their profits, others will take their place, but if we nobodys lose ours, the hive will immediately cease operations. Countless nobodys maintain countless hives and industries. Can you still say our lives are meaningless?"

At the end of his speech, Dylan patted Bruno on the back and summed up the theme of his speech: "We may be just a drop of water, but countless drops of water come together to form a river. Have you ever seen a river?"

Bruno shook his head blankly.

"That's true... Actually, I've never seen a river, but I've heard it's made up of countless water droplets... a long waterway like the super trains that transport supplies across the surface of Natt, but ten thousand times longer and a thousand times wider!" Dylan gestured with his hands. "No one can stop a river. Anything that stands in its way is smashed to pieces."

"Then why are there no rivers on Planet Nat?" Bruno asked a fatal question.

Dylan suddenly choked, a peach pit lodged in his throat. He looked at the child before him, hope rekindled in his eyes, and mentally screamed frantically to himself: Say something! Say something! Don't let him down!

"Maybe... maybe it's because the climate is too dry... there are no rivers on Nat..." Dylan finally told a lie.

But Bruno didn't seem to realize it was a lie. His eyes brightened up again, and he said to Dylan, "Mr. Dylan, thank you for your teachings. I apologize for my childish and willful behavior in the past. Please forgive me!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Dylan waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that these were minor issues, and then urged: "Hurry up and go, otherwise we won't complete today's mission."

"Yes!" The boy, with his hope rekindled, took a step forward with full enthusiasm.

But Dylan stood there, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Just now he spoke with such force and intensity that he even surprised himself at his own outstanding ability in impromptu speaking.

However, although he was reluctant to admit it, Dylan knew deep down in his heart that the speech he had just made was not so much to persuade and encourage the disheartened Bruno, but to persuade himself.

As for whether he finally convinced himself?

hope so.

Dylan lowered his head stiffly. There was a pocket hanging on his waist. He slowly opened the pocket and found half a portion of pancake inside.

Dylan swallowed, zipped his pockets back up, and caught up with Bruno who was walking ahead.

After half an hour.

The two came to the last fortification, and then they immediately found something wrong: the roadblock here was broken by something, and the surrounding area was full of broken limbs of plague zombies.

"Something is wrong, be careful!" Dylan warned.

Bruno made a "Roger that" gesture to Dylan, then cautiously approached the gap and stuck his head out.

Then Bruno made a "safe" gesture to Dylan, and Dylan followed him forward. Through the gap, Dylan saw a few plague zombies standing scattered on the other side of the roadblock, but they seemed to have not noticed the two living people on this side.

"Buzz!!"

Just then, Dylan heard the sound of a fly flapping its wings. He waved his hands to drive the fly away without even looking, but the next second he heard Bruno's scream.

Dylan quickly shifted his gaze to Bruno, and then he felt the hair on his head stand up.

Because he saw a "fly" as big as a fist with two large jaws biting Bruno's shoulder. The fly's sharp jaws easily pierced the protective suit, and then the fly pierced its mouthparts into Bruno's flesh and sucked Bruno's blood.

"Quick! Use the gun!" Bruno said through gritted teeth.

Dylan snapped out of his shock, frantically pulling out his pistol and shooting Bruno in the shoulder.

"Bang!" After the gunshot, there was another scream. It turned out that Dylan's shot not only failed to hit the fly, but instead broke half of Bruno's shoulder.

However, after its shoulder was broken, the fly lost its foothold and let go of Bruno, so Dylan fired repeatedly. Most of the bullets missed, and the few that hit did but sparked metal collisions on the fly.

As if afraid of Dylan's firepower, the fly flew all the way up and finally hovered next to a figure.

The figure stood at the top of the spire, with countless tiny, twisted tentacles growing out of his body, and a dense black cloud of flies surrounding him.

Then he pointed his finger forward, and more blood-sucking flies swooped down towards the two of them.

Dylan and Bruno began to resist this wave of attacks from the flies, but they soon discovered that this second wave of flies not only did not suck their blood after piercing their protective suits, but instead injected something into them.

Dylan's heart sank. He didn't think this was much better than sucking his own blood. He looked at Bruno again. The child's pupils were already gray-green.

But in his last moment of reason, Bruno raised the pistol and put it against his jaw.

"Mr. Dylan, may we meet before the throne of the Emperor." Bruno said and pulled the trigger.

The bullet lodged in his jaw, spun around inside his skull, and exited through his forehead.

The entrance wound was only about half an inch, but the kinetic energy of the bullet lifted up Bruno's entire crown.

A mixture of red and white sprayed out from Bruno's open head like a firework.

Bruno's body fell in front of Dylan, his pistol fell to the ground, and Dylan hurriedly picked up the pistol.

He imitated Bruno and put the pistol to his jaw.

But he couldn't stop the trembling in his hands. He wanted to make a noble sacrifice like Bruno, but the finger on the trigger seemed to have turned into stone and he couldn't press it any further.

Finally, Dylan put down the gun. At this time, he finally realized that he was the least determined one.

People with strong faith will probably always have a period of doubt in their faith in their lives. Most people cannot get over this hurdle and thus abandon their faith, while a few people get over this hurdle and become the most devout believers.

But Dylan was never a believer, he was just a liar, deceiving himself into believing he had faith.

Lies never waver. When there are loopholes in a lie, just tell another lie to fill it up.

Until one day, the lie was completely exposed.

The flies no longer bit him, but a feeling of weariness crept into Dylan's mind. Dylan felt as if he was lying in fine and warm foam, sinking bit by bit.

Then he began to forget, forget Bruno's death, forget his life experiences, and forget his parents' teachings in his childhood.

Then the corners of his mouth began to rise unconsciously.

It turns out that sleeping is so... wonderful...