Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

From Sister Gloria's perspective, the area was now filled with a vast, clamorous surge of psychic energy. If psychic energy could be compared to music, the energy in most mortals could only produce a barely perceptible note. Those who could master psychic energy could barely manage a tune, but for these gathered orcs, it was like a frenzied heavy metal rock performance.

Each green boy is a performer in this crazy rock and roll. They don't prepare any music sheet, but pluck the instrument frantically to make the loudest noise they can.

The orc wizard is the conductor of this ensemble.

These wizards are shorter than ordinary orcs. They wear wooden masks on their faces, similar to those worn by shamans in some primitive religions. The masks are decorated with fangs and horns and painted with white and red paint. Their bodies are covered with sharp bone decorations, and they all hold a staff in their hands.

These staffs were crude, twisted sticks covered with meaningless decorations, but at the end of each staff was a stone.

Those stones were as big as fists, and were made of silver metal. Some of the orc wizards' staffs were made directly of unsmelted ores, which had sharp, reflective spikes extending out from the sand and stones.

Whether it is the smelted metal or the unsmelted ore, it is covered with strange spider-web-like blue and purple lines.

The wizards waved the rough staffs in their hands, and the waaagh energy emitted by the orcs in this space obeyed the wizards' guidance and was transformed into various terrible attacks against the imperial army through the will of these orc wizards.

Countless balls of light, flames, explosions and various mental attacks fell into the human army. The imperial soldiers who were able to attack this front were the elite among the elite, but under the spell of the orc psychic wizards, these veterans began to collapse. Being directly killed by psychic power and flames was the best outcome. Many soldiers fell into madness under the mental shock, and finally pulled the trigger at their comrades who had experienced life and death with them, regardless of friend or foe.

On the RTS strategic radar, after stepping into the battlefield filled with psychic energy, the rate of loss of the human army increased rapidly. Previously, a triangular spike led by the Sisters of Silence had penetrated the Orc line. Now the bottom edge of the spike is shrinking, and it is likely to become a rhombus or an ellipse, and there is even a momentum to directly cut off contact with the human army in the rear.

Gloria had just left the anti-psychic field of the Sister of Silence, intending to use her own psychic power to perish together with the enemies of the empire, but before she could roar, it was immediately blown away by a sound wave that was a hundred thousand times or a million times louder.

Suffering such a shock, Gloria knelt on the ground and spit out blood. Amidst the noisy psychic sounds, she felt as if someone had placed a bronze bell on her head and then struck it loudly.

This was true even for the Sisters of Battle when they were attacked by the orcs' psychic powers, not to mention the completely mortal soldiers.

In fact, the Empire has always been short of means to counter psychic power and it has always been difficult to be effective. There are only a few ways to deal with it: either rely on the Sisters of Silence, other psychics, or expensive and rare anti-psychic creations.

However, these means cannot be equipped to ordinary armies. Not to mention the Sisters of Silence and psychics, the cost of just those anti-psychic creations may be more than that of an entire regiment.

Therefore, most of the Empire's ordinary armies, and even the Astartes, basically rely on their bodies for physical resistance and their will for magical resistance when facing enemies.

Mortals have not undergone any mental enhancement surgery, so when facing psychic units, their casualty ratio is usually very terrifying.

Damn it!

Gloria punched the ground angrily. Under the collective spiritual pressure of the orcs, she was unable to use her psychic power at all. Now, she couldn't even sacrifice herself for the glory of the empire.

But this did not mean that she would sit there and wait for death. The nun summoned up her last bit of strength, raised her chainsword and rushed towards the orc wizard.

At least, at least before I can no longer move, I will drag this guy into hell with me!

After killing several more orcs, Gloria could feel her strength draining away faster and faster. She felt as if she was put into a can, and every time she took a step, the juice in the can would make a gurgling sound.

Gloria knew that the liquid being shaken inside her power armor was her blood.

Her power armor had been severely damaged, losing the most basic functions of injecting hemostatic needles and waste circulation.

When the power armor was intact, it was an amplifier of her strength. But when the power armor was damaged and lost power, the nun realized that it was just a thick and heavy piece of spliced plates, her living coffin.

Gloria looked up unwillingly at the orc wizard who was only about a hundred meters away from her. Normally, she could cross this distance in a single breath, but now, it became an insurmountable chasm that she could not cross.

She overestimates herself.

What she didn't know was that her performance was already better than many people, much better than many, much better.

But she still didn't meet the standards in her mind.

Gloria collapsed face down on the ground, blood flowing from the top of her power armor and quickly absorbed by the sand.

Her consciousness became increasingly hazy. Neither the orcs nor the human soldiers noticed the dying battle nun, and no orcs or humans tried to finish her off or rescue her.

Gloria's consciousness gradually blurred, and finally, only one thought remained in her mind:

It's so noisy.

She would never be willing to die in this noisy place belonging to the orcs.

Just as Gloria was about to lose consciousness and embrace death, she suddenly felt that the noise around her disappeared.

Am I really dead?

Gloria opened her eyes again, but the battlefield was still chaotic around her, so she immediately ruled out the possibility that she was dead.

She immediately understood the real reason why the surrounding psychic energy had quieted down - it must be that the team of silent sisters behind had caught up and she had returned to the anti-psychic energy realm again.

And when the orc's violent spiritual pressure was blocked, Gloria suddenly found that she still had a little strength.

What should I do? How should I use this last bit of strength?

In the end, Gloria made a choice she would never have made.

She began to retreat.

She gave up using her last bit of strength to attack the psychic wizard who was so close to her, and instead chose to retreat and reunite with the main force to get some rest and adjustment.

She was not timid, but she knew that even without the interference of psychic power, her remaining strength would not be enough to support her in killing the psychic wizard.

Charging towards the orc wizard and dying on the way is undoubtedly a loyal and glorious thing for the soldiers of the empire.

But right now, it means nothing.

In Gloria's view, glory is something more important than life.

But for the victory of the empire, she was willing to give up her own glory.