Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Five Terran days later.

Howard carefully placed a black piece where the grids intersected on the screen. After looking at it for a long time, he said to the pastor in front of him, "It seems you lost?"

The pastor tilted his head and frowned for a long time. Finally, he put down the electronic screen in frustration and said, "Yes, I can't think of a way to break the game. You win."

Howard is playing Go with the pastor.

Howard has been undergoing rehabilitation for the past five days. He is not like those 40k supermen with enhanced genes. Those 40k supermen can stay in the escape pod for a few years and still be full of energy, but Howard is not like that. After less than a year, he can hardly even lift his hands and needs intensive rehabilitation.

In Howard's impression, the rehabilitation process is probably a step-by-step process of exercise, stretching, massage, etc., but 40k doesn't use such long-winded routines and directly uses electric shock.

However, thanks to this, Howard initially recovered his ability to move in just five days.

While waiting for the next electrical muscle stimulation, Howard got some paper and pen and played Sudoku and Go by himself because he was bored.

Then one day the pastor saw it and couldn't understand why Howard was drawing crosses and circles on the graph paper, so he asked Howard to explain.

Howard simply introduced to the Astartes the ancient mental exercise that had been born in the -3k era of mankind.

So the pastor started playing Go with Howard.

At first, the priest's chess skills grew rapidly because Astarte's brain had also been modified, and his memory and computing speed were far beyond that of ordinary people. But after a period of rapid growth, just when Howard thought he could not beat Astarte, who had only been playing Go for three days, the priest's chess skills stopped growing.

After playing a few more games, Howard finally discovered the reason.

Because playing Go requires not only computing power but also a certain amount of imagination, but imagination is rare and luxurious in this dangerous universe.

Even if the Astartes had a faster brain or more memory, he couldn't match AlphaGo. Therefore, he couldn't improve his chess skills through exhaustive learning. As a result, he was stuck in a situation where he seemed to be able to beat Howard, but was always falling short. In several games, the priest had built an advantage through steady play in the first dozen moves, only to be overwhelmed by Howard's erratic moves in the middle.

Halfway through the game, the pastor suggested playing another kind of chess, which seemed to be a variant of chess, but Howard was completely crushed in this regard, so in the end the two of them played Go again.

At this time, the priest received a message. After reading it, he said to Howard: "Mr. Geralt, your temporary room has been assigned. I will take you there."

Then the pastor found two crutches for Howard that could be clamped under his armpits. Howard used the crutches to follow the pastor out of the treatment room where he had been electrocuted for five days.

When walking inside the warship, Howard's most obvious feeling was "new".

When he was on this warship before, Howard could see that many parts of the warship had been modified, reinforced and welded. The coating inside the spacecraft had also peeled and aged to varying degrees. In many places, the wires were even directly exposed and occasionally flashed with sparks.

But this kind of phenomenon is not obvious on this warship now.

And not only were the warships new, but the people inside were new as well. When Howard first saw this Astartes squad on Orin, he noticed that they seemed to be in a state of battle damage. But now, including the priest beside him, the armor of other Astartes that Howard occasionally saw along the way was intact, and there was not even much wear and tear.

Howard didn't dare say anything or ask anything about this.

All the mortals they met along the way would stop and pull over and salute the priest Astarte when they saw him. When the priest passed by, they would usually look at the mortal following the priest with suspicion and scrutiny.

Because Howard's genes have not been enhanced, he is half a head shorter than the soldiers on the warship.

Soon, under the guidance of the pastor, Howard came to the temporary room assigned to him. The moment he saw the room, Howard felt an extremely absurd feeling in his heart.

Because the room assigned to him was the storage room where he was previously imprisoned.

However, instead of storing miscellaneous items, it now contained a bed, some daily necessities, a sink, a shower, and a toilet. Although this compact apartment would command less than a thousand yuan in rent per month in Howard's original world, Howard understood that in the Warhammer world, this type of room configuration was quite good for mortals.

"Here is the key." The pastor handed Howard a small card that could be used to unlock the door to this room.

The priest led Howard into the room, where the Astartes' massive form filled the small space.

Then the priest said, "Mr. Geralt, do you have any plans?"

Howard: "Angel, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Pastor: "What I want to know is what are your plans for the future. As you can see, it will be difficult for you to return to your hometown. So what are your plans next?"

Howard fell into deep thought, but the priest gave him two options: "Mr. Geralt, our ship is sailing to Baal. If you wish to go with us, you may choose to stay, and I can find you a job on the warship. But if you do not wish to go to Baal, you must give me a reply as soon as possible, because in four Terran days we will be conducting a warp voyage, and we must transport you to the nearest planet in time for the warp voyage."

Howard pretended to be lost. "Barr... I heard my father say that it was the hometown of heroes... But I'm just a weak mortal. What can I do in the hometown of heroes..."

Hearing the mortal's answer, the priest wanted to say something, but ultimately kept it to himself. Finally, he could only pat the mortal on the shoulder to offer comfort: "In three Terran days, the spaceship will approach the harbor for final replenishment. I will take you off."

Howard: "Thank you, Angel..."

The priest left, and Howard pricked up his ears to listen to Astarte's footsteps until they completely went away and disappeared. After another ten minutes, he quickly stood up and closed the door.

The Astartes' superhuman vision and hearing allow them to hear the breathing and heartbeat of all living things within a hundred meters.

He had just lied to the priest. He really didn't want to go to Barr, but not for the reason he said.

The reason was simply that he didn't want to stay on this strange warship any longer.

After closing the door, Howard sat back on the bed. He still couldn't tell whether the things in his memory were real or just hallucinations?

Thinking of this, Howard took out his phone and poked it with his hand:

"Oh, Messiah, if you are real, please show yourself."

As Howard finished speaking, the breathing light on his completely dead phone lit up again.