Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

The next day, Hive Kalimdor, Garden District

Howard walked out the door with a backpack on his back. He swung the keys on the rope around his hand a few times, put them in his pocket, and then walked towards the bank.

It was only after leaving the Garden District that Howard intuitively felt the grandeur of this steel city. Here, there were almost vertical iron walls on all sides. Howard always had the illusion that they might collapse at any time. When he stood on the street and looked up, he saw not the sky, but many crisscrossing traffic roads built in the air.

This is the upper level of the hive city, with hundreds of millions of residents, but the upper level is the top of the hive city, and the area it covers may not be as large as Tokyo. Therefore, in order to carry such a dense population, the hive city can only continue to develop upward, and finally become as its name suggests: a hive city.

In pursuit of population accommodation and efficiency, comfort has long been forgotten. Leaving the garden area, the crowds outside are even more crowded and terrifying than those in real tourist attractions during short holidays. The noise of countless residents and the honking of vehicles constitute the most authentic sounds of the nest city.

Howard is like an alien here, because the genes of humans in 40k have mostly been actively or passively enhanced compared to reality. In the past, Howard was considered tall, but in the hive, he is generally half a head shorter than others, barely reaching the average height of women. Moreover, the residents of the hive, regardless of their class, are keen to strengthen themselves through mechanical transformation, but Howard's body does not have any traces of mechanical transformation.

Howard was swept forward by the crowded crowd. He deliberately chose to come out when there were many people. Then when passing a station where a rail train was parked, Howard suddenly deviated from the original route to the bank and jumped onto the train instead.

After jumping on the bus, the door closed and the bus started moving. Howard found a seat by the window and looked out. Sure enough, he saw several people chasing the bus from behind. They had the opportunity to stop the bus during the acceleration phase, but the dense crowd hindered their speed. In the end, they could only watch Howard leave on the bus, and then shouted angrily at words that Howard could not hear clearly.

It seems that his guess was right, someone was indeed monitoring him.

The method that Om Messiah arranged for him to escape from being tracked was so simple and effective.

Howard took out his keys and stuck them out the window, then dropped them into the canal as the tram passed through it.

It was impossible for him to go back to the residence arranged for him by the governor. Now the backpack he carried contained two sets of clothes, some personal items, and two-thirds of the revenue from selling pancakes in the past three months.

As for the remaining one-third, Howard left the money in the small building as his rent for the past three months. This way, he didn't live there for free and no one owed anyone anything.

After losing the key, Howard withdrew his gaze and sat down. He seemed to be involved in something strange again. He remembered that three months ago, he seemed to feel that there was no imminent crisis and suddenly didn't know what to do. Unexpectedly, only three months later, someone pushed him to run again.

Howard took out Om Messiah, and during these three months Howard and Om Messiah made an agreement: unless Howard was in serious danger, Om Messiah should hide himself when there was a third party.

Howard knew that if the characteristics of the Om Messiah were known to the Mechanicus or other forces, it would probably cause a lot of trouble in the fight for it.

Although the tram is not very crowded now, it is still full of people, and Ohm Messiah is naturally in a dormant and shut down state.

In the black screen after Ohm Messiah shut down, Howard saw his frowning face.

The means of transportation that Om Messiah chose for Howard was the city-circling train on the upper level of the hive city. Howard rode the train from the morning of the hive city to the evening of the hive city before getting off at the terminal.

The tram's terminus is a large bridge, with the upper area on one side and the middle area on the other.

If the upper area gave Howard the feeling of a steel forest, with countless towering buildings like ancient trees in the forest, then the middle area was a steel monster.

What Howard saw at this moment was a behemoth made of scrap iron. Although the buildings in the upper area were so dense that it was outrageous, there was at least a reasonable distance between the buildings to plan roads or distinguish them. But the middle area seemed to Howard like a whole.

From a distance, Howard couldn't distinguish any particular building because all the buildings had large parts connected to other buildings, forming a cluster of buildings.

That's right, it's just a lump. Although there are also buildings in the upper area that are as continuous as mountains, those gorgeous buildings have obviously been systematically planned. Although they are connected, they are staggered and there is enough space and roads in the middle.

However, the buildings in the middle zone had gone through thousands or even tens of thousands of years of development, and lacked scientific planning and effective supervision. The original building plan had long been changed beyond recognition. Workers or residents continued to stack new buildings in the gaps, or build new roads, or the original buildings were simply abandoned and collapsed with no one paying attention. As a result, the collapsed construction waste blocked the already limited space. In short, in Howard's view, the middle zone was completely a tangled garbage dump made of scrap iron, and the surface of the garbage dump was covered with rust, as if one would get tetanus at a glance.

Moreover, this garbage dump is alive, for within it lie all the factories of the entire hive city. Countless workers toil day and night in these factories, providing the city with the food, industrial products, daily necessities, and electricity it needs to function. This, in turn, emits vast quantities of waste and gases. The resounding noise of factory production resembles the snoring of this steel monster, and the vibrations of its production resemble the rise and fall of its body with its breathing. The industrial waste, discharged directly into the world through pipes and ultimately landing on the hive's subsurface and the planet's surface, is the monster's weeping wounds, and the white steam emanating from it is its breath.

The bridge Howard came to was connected to the largest entrance in the middle layer of the hive. The bridge was like the tongue of a giant beast with many taste buds protruding on its tongue. There were countless vehicles filled with various goods. They would only be allowed to enter after passing the inefficient and harsh inspections set up by the checkpoints in the upper area.

After careful consideration, Howard walked across the bridge. There were checkpoints on the bridge, but the main targets of inspection were vehicles passing through and people who wanted to go from the middle level to the upper level. People like Howard who wanted to go from the upper level to the middle level were not stopped at all.

As a result, as soon as they reached the other side of the bridge, a strong wind blew from the nest to the outside world - this proved that a factory inside was directly discharging exhaust gas to the outside world, and with it came a strong smell similar to that of boiling asphalt.

Howard put on the prepared air filter. Buying this filter cost him a week's income, but Howard had to buy it because he knew that the smell could even be considered fresh in the middle layer of the hive.

Although it was unwise to walk into the middle level of the hive alone, Howard knew better that it would be even more unwise to stay in the upper level of the hive under the current circumstances.

Having made up his mind, Howard walked into the open mouth of the steel monster without hesitation.