Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

This phone was from five years ago... If Howard slept in the escape pod for another year, then this phone was what he brought with him when he traveled through time six years ago.

The phone had run out of battery long ago, and had been submerged in deep-sea fluid for a year. Analyzing from all aspects, it was impossible for the phone to be turned on again.

But as if in response to Howard's words, the phone now lit up with a breathing light.

Howard: "..."

Howard asked tentatively, "Om Messiah?"

Ohm Messiah: "Please direct me, Master."

Howard: "I'd appreciate your answers regarding your recent actions and my current situation."

The Ohm Messiah's screen lit up, and a network card loading circle appeared on it. The circle spun for a long time, and Ohm Messiah replied, "Master, when you entered the subspace, I felt an extremely strong pressure. This force forced me to sleep. Before I went into hibernation, I calculated that my hibernation could actually increase your chances of survival."

Howard: "...I can barely accept your explanation of faking your own death. Then, could you analyze the current situation? Wasn't Sherlock already taken over by Chaos? Those Astartes should have been dead long ago."

The loading circle appeared on Om Messiah's screen again. This time, it took several times longer to load. Finally, he replied, "Master, I checked Sherlock's logbook and compared it with the previous one. I found that there is a gap of 322 Earth years in Sherlock's logbook."

Howard: "You mean the 322-year logbook was deleted or altered?"

Om Messiah: "Master, I don't rule out this possibility, but it's more likely that the current Sherlock hasn't experienced the 322 years that the previous Sherlock went through, so there are no logs left."

Howard was surprised: "So you mean I traveled back three hundred years?"

But Howard soon came up with another possibility: "Or is it that, for the current universe, Sherlock and the passengers on his ship are the ones who came back from three hundred years later?"

Om Messiah: "Master, I have analyzed the spectra of several iconic stars in the universe. Their lifespans have shortened by approximately one Earth year compared to my previous observations. This means that time is still flowing in a positive direction for you. You have not traveled back in time."

Howard didn't ask any more questions because he already had the answers to his questions.

That means that the Astartes team that took him away on Orin came from three hundred years later, while the Astartes team that saved him was the normal existence in the normal timeline.

Although the question was answered, Howard's feeling of absurdity did not diminish at all.

Subspace is a pit where anything can be thrown into it. It's a bit like the science fiction movies of the 3K era where quantum mechanics cannot explain the parallel universe.

The concept of time does not exist in the subspace, but for the life in the real universe that has the concept of time, the time in the subspace is completely chaotic and unpredictable. It is possible that the timer of a spaceship shows that they have only sailed in the subspace for a month, but when they come out, thousands or even millions of years have passed in the real universe. It is even possible that when they come out, they have returned to the time before the voyage began.

This is what is called a spacecraft arriving at its destination before it sets sail.

And this kind of thing is not uncommon. When the healthy and victorious Warmaster launched the Black Crusade, many distress messages from countless planets reached Terra before the attack took place.

Although the High Lord at that time completely ignored these calls for help, that is a story for later.

But Howard still didn't understand why this Astartes team came to find him after traveling back in time.

At the time, they were in a state of severe battle damage. Logically, they should have contacted Holy Terra or Baal first, then found a nearby forge world for repairs and supplies, and provided the current empire with important intelligence about the next three hundred years.

But judging from their behavior at the time, they did not do so. Instead, they immediately found themselves, a little-known chef who made pancakes.

Howard couldn't imagine what he had done in the future to make these Astartes travel through time and look for him by name. His priority was even more important than contacting Baal or reporting the situation.

Unless this group of Astartes traveled back three hundred years and landed somewhere near the planet Orin, they would just be coming to find me.

But this is just too much of a coincidence, how could it be possible?

Howard thought so in his heart.

For the next three days, Howard continued to receive electroshock therapy and continued to play chess with the pastor until three days later, the pastor took him off the spacecraft.

The priest took Howard to the airport and handed him over to a guard who had been waiting there. The soldier would take Howard to the surface of the planet in the space elevator.

As for what to do next, the pastor could not help him.

"Goodbye, Mr. Geralt." The priest said to Howard, "You are really good at chess."

Howard: "Goodbye, Angel."

Then Howard watched the pastor go away.

This Blood Angels Chapter, which has just completed its reinforcement, is about to report to Baal with a shipload of new recruits.

Two years later, while on a mission on a planet called Orin, they would meet a hunter named Fulgrim.

With his outstanding performance, Hunter was recruited by the Blood Angels Chapter.

Three hundred years later, when intercepting the aliens on Lukaven, the Hunter used his life to turn the tide of the battle. Before his death, the Hunter uttered his last words.

Three hundred years later and twenty years later, during a warp journey, this Blood Angels squad never appeared again. The Empire finally announced that the squad was lost in the warp forever.

But in fact, they were brought back three hundred years ago by the chaotic storm, back to the hunter's hometown.

Only three hundred years had passed, and no one in the Blood Angels team could connect the strange chef on Orin with an Imperial citizen they had rescued from space before.

Everything became a circle.

Howard, who was in the middle of it, couldn't see the whole picture, but he could guess the general idea.

"Angel." Howard called out to the pastor who was walking away.

"Mr. Geralt, do you have anything else to say?" the priest asked with some confusion.

Howard: "Thank you very much."

Although he guessed that the Blood Angels who came back to find him from three hundred years later were doing so out of duty and not for any personal grudges, Howard still found it difficult to thank them because they had ruined his peaceful life.

The only person Howard was grateful to was this priest, the Blood Angel who had saved him now and would die to protect him in the future.

Hearing Howard's thanks, the pastor was stunned for a moment, then stood at attention solemnly and saluted Howard: "It's my duty!"

The two waved goodbye for the last time, and Howard lowered his hand and put it in his pocket naturally.

Then he felt something in his pocket.

He took the thing out and found it was actually a fresh grape with slight teeth marks on the surface.

After staring at the grape for a long time, Howard sneered and threw it behind him.

The grapes fell to the ground and rolled forward until they were finally crushed by a worker who was carrying something.