Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

After waking up from her coma, Gloria found that a rope was tied around her body, and the other end of the rope was tied to a prison van. She was being dragged forward on the sand by the van.

Although she was unconscious for a short time, she still fell into a coma. On such a battlefield, Sister Silence could not stop her advance just to wait for her to wake up, but she was even less likely to abandon her. Because if Sister Silence decided to abandon her, she should have killed her directly at the beginning instead of looking for a doctor to save her.

On the battlefield before the Blackwater Festival, apart from the command center in the rear, the prison van holding the orc wizard was the most heavily defended and relatively safe place by humans. Under the guard of the Astra Militarum, the Sisters of Silence and other human troops, no orcs had ever been able to attack here, so Gloria did not have to worry about her own safety for the time being.

At this time, no one paid attention to Gloria who had woken up. If she wanted, she could pretend to be dead and be dragged away by the prison van. She was still wearing the power armor of the battle nun, so being dragged on the sand did not make her feel uncomfortable.

But Gloria did not choose to play dead. She wanted to sacrifice herself honorably on the battlefield rather than survive surrounded by friendly forces.

Although she did not intend to play dead, Gloria was not in a hurry to cut the rope and stand up. Instead, she opened the secret buckle on her right shoulder armor and took out her personal supplies from the space under the shoulder armor.

In addition to the external shield, the strongest part of a set of power armor is the shoulder armor. This part of the armor not only bears the responsibility of protecting the head, but also can act as a ramming horn or a shield to resist powerful artillery that cannot be avoided at critical moments.

Therefore, whether it is the power armor of Astartes or Battle Sisters, they are equipped with additional ceramic steel armor on the shoulders, so a set of power armor will often give people a top-heavy feeling when it is normally unfolded.

There was a relatively large space between the two layers of armor at the shoulders, so many Astartes and Battle Sisters used the gap between the original armor and the added shoulder armor to store supplies. Generally, they stored ammunition and supplies, but it was said that some Astartes in some companies would store liquor in the gap between the shoulder armor...

Gloria didn't have a habit of drinking. She had a row of explosive bullets stored in her shoulder armor, as well as two cherry-flavored energy bars wrapped in tin foil.

Gloria tore off the outer layer of tin foil and stuffed the energy bar into her mouth. After being roasted by the high temperature generated by the mechanical operation, even the military energy bar that had been dehydrated through a special process still showed signs of melting. This kind of energy bar is never satisfactory. When the temperature is a little colder, it becomes hard enough to be used as an armor-piercing bullet. When it is a little hotter, it becomes soft like a piece of chocolate. Perhaps the so-called good taste advertised in the past can only be achieved under the strict temperature control of the laboratory.

She swallowed two energy bars carelessly. The energy bars were cloyingly sweet and contained a lot of oil. After swallowing them in big gulps, Gloria's head ached from the sweetness. At the same time, a smell of industrial flavoring with a plastic smell rose from her stomach, almost making her spit out the energy bars she had swallowed.

After forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit, not long after, Gloria finally felt a little strength emerging from her bones and muscles.

Everything in the Empire is designed for efficiency. You can say that the Empire's things are difficult to use, unpalatable, and inhumane, but you cannot deny that they are effective in their corresponding functions.

For example, the function of an energy bar is to allow soldiers to quickly replenish nutrition and restore combat effectiveness, so all technology points will be added to recovery and replenishment, and taste and flavor will give way to effect.

After two more gasps, Gloria felt that her hands and feet, which had been cold and numb due to blood loss, had regained some temperature. Her condition had improved slightly. Gloria finally cut the rope that tied her to the prison van and stood up. Her combat helmet showed that she had lost one-fifth of her armor. The armor on her left lower abdomen and left shoulder had been removed because the mechanical components of these parts were completely damaged.

Gloria had no objection to this approach. She would do the same if she were in their place. Although the armor that had lost its power could still provide the necessary protection, it would become an additional burden for her, seriously slowing down her running speed and the accuracy of her sword swinging.

But just as she raised her chainsword to fight back, her eyes suddenly fell on the prison cart holding the orc wizard.

That suspicious mortal is still imprisoned inside.

Half a day ago, when he was suffering from the burning of unknown psychic energy, it was this human who used his flesh and blood to pull him back. So this time, can his flesh and blood help him resist the erosion of the orc waaagh energy?

So Gloria walked to the prison van and said to the Silent Sister who was standing on top of the van, sniping and killing orcs with a sniper rifle, "Open the prison van!"

Sister Silent ignored her and fired accurately, shooting through a tall orc hundreds of meters away. Then the nun pulled the bolt neatly, and a hot and smoking shell fell with a clang.

"I've said before that I suspect the mortal imprisoned inside is an evolved soulless being, and his flesh and blood can withstand the burning of psychic energy." Gloria briefly explained to the silent sister, "Now, I need to take a little more of his flesh and blood to resist the orcs' psychic attacks. I can also use this to prove to you that what I said is true."

Two minutes later, with the captain's consent, the Sister of Silence who was in charge of guarding the keys finally opened the door of the prison van.

The prison van was a metal shell about a meter high and five meters long, with only a few openings for ventilation. The moment it opened, a stench even more foul than that of the Sister of Silence hit her. Gloria couldn't help but frown. From the stench alone, she could imagine how filthy the prison van was. She wasn't afraid of dirt, but that didn't mean she liked it.

A thin layer of mucus and various filth accumulated at the bottom of the prison van. The orcs whose hands and feet had been chopped off were directly soaked in it. Most of their bodies were festering and oozing pus, and some of them were even covered with strange mosses and mushrooms.

Gloria looked at these ugly aliens with disgust. If she didn't know that these aliens had other uses, she would not hesitate to purify these unclean creatures with fire.

However, her target at this time was not these orc wizards. She swept her eyes across the entire prison car and quickly found the mortal who was huddled in a relatively clean corner.

Without any unnecessary communication, Gloria pulled the bewildered mortal in front of her, rolled up his sleeves, and took a bite.