Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Howard walked out of the alley and saw several more motorcycles waiting for him outside.

The motorcyclists raised their hands and cheered, as if they were celebrating Howard's victory over their companions, or like the howls of primitive people driving away prey.

Standing in the pouring rain and glare, Howard dropped his bat and raised his hands.

"I surrender," Howard said.

But as he said this he looked upwards, towards his forehead, where Slaanesh had carved the Mark of Chaos.

Didn’t you, the Lord of Pleasure, say that you could help me gain wealth and power in reality? Now my life is in danger and I’m helpless. Could you please show your sanctity in front of others?

Nothing happens.

Howard sneered, Chaos's ability to make big promises was even better than that of the Emperor.

The roar of the engines sounded again, and the knights raised their cars and rushed towards Howard from all directions.

"squeak--"

A harsh friction sound was heard, and when these motorcycles were halfway towards Howard, all the motorcycles stalled at the same time, the brake pads locked, and within seconds, the speed returned to zero.

Many riders who were raising their bikes and screaming were thrown out directly. Even those who were not thrown out looked confused.

Embarrassed.

Ohm Messiah!

That was the only explanation Howard could come up with.

Based on this guess, Howard ran towards the motorcycle that the knight had parked at the entrance of the alley.

Although he doesn't know how to drive this vehicle, with the presence of Om Messiah, this shouldn't be a problem.

Sure enough, as if in response to Howard's guess, the motorcycle whose key had been pulled out turned on its headlights and the engine began to warm up.

But just as Howard got on, a lasso came through the rain, wrapped around Howard's neck, and pulled him off his seat.

The knights burst into cheers. The knight holding the lasso raised his hands to accept the praise of his companions, and then pulled Howard back little by little, while the other knights kept hitting the ground with their bats to cheer for their companions. The rumbling sound was like the beating of war drums.

The noose around his neck tightened, and Howard's brain gradually became deprived of oxygen.

Even in the Trial of Slaanesh, nm would not be so blatant and direct in wanting to take your life.

When his brain almost stopped functioning, this was what Howard thought of.

Just as Howard was about to roll his eyes and stick out his tongue, he heard a gunshot, and then the pressure on his neck suddenly eased, and Howard finally got a chance to breathe.

The gunshots continued and the screams were endless. Howard didn't know what happened, but it seemed that the knights were attacked, so they had no time to care about his condition.

Freya?

Howard's first reaction was that Freya came to save him, but he quickly denied it because he had seen Freya's power. Freya didn't need to use a gun to deal with these mortal knights.

Howard pulled off the noose from his neck. The nylon noose was so tight that it almost cut his throat. Even after removing the noose, Howard's vision still went black. He tried several times to support himself with his hands but failed to get up. Finally, he could only lie on his back to avoid suffocation in the water on the ground, and then gasped for breath.

The immediate crisis was resolved, but the battle not far away wasn't over. At first, there was a burst of gunfire, but after a particularly harsh clatter of tires scraping against the ground and crashing, the gunfire ceased, replaced by a chaotic cacophony of footsteps and dull crashes. Accompanying these sounds were the endless shouts and screams.

Howard struggled to get up from the ground. All the light sources around him were out. Only the headlights of the motorcycle Howard had just ridden were still on, illuminating a narrow area in front.

Now Howard can ride the motorcycle or go into the darkness to see what is going on.

Howard chose the latter. He left the area illuminated by the car lights and entered the darkness. His vision changed from extremely bright to extremely dark. Howard was temporarily blinded, but his eyes quickly adapted to the darkness. Then, in the light reflected by the rain, Howard saw several people lying on the ground.

These people were all men over two meters tall, wearing leather jackets, with various non-mainstream hairstyles that were quite explosive in the 3k era, and tattoos all over their bodies.

Hmm...it fits Howard's stereotype of the ghost-killing Matt.

A little further away, the only two people who could still stand besides Howard were wrestling with each other. The taller one was wearing the same style of clothes as the knight lying on the ground. He held a baseball bat in each hand and chased the other one relentlessly.

The other man was a full circle smaller than the Knight. He must have been the one who had attacked the Knight and saved Howard. Facing the Knight's attacks, the attacker could only defend himself. Several times, he blocked the Knight's swinging baseball bat with his left hand. A normal person's hand would have been broken if they had blocked it, but the bat struck the attacker's left hand, making a metallic clang.

Then Howard saw that not far from the two people fighting, a knight who should have been lying dead sat up in the rain. He took out a pistol from his back and slowly pulled the trigger at the attacker who was completely unaware of it.

Seeing this, Howard shouted two words in his original language:

"Misfire!"

He was giving instructions to Om Messiah, and he knew that Om Messiah would understand what he meant.

Judging from the camera found on the knight's ear before, Howard understood that there must be a higher-level existence behind these people. The fact that all the vehicles shut down when the knights charged towards him was already very suspicious. If he gave orders directly to Om Messiah in Gothic or the official language of the Empire, and Om Messiah really made the gun jam according to his instructions, then Howard would be no different from self-destructing.

But if the order is given in the language of the original world, Om Messiah will definitely understand it, but those behind the scenes may not understand it.

Sure enough, after Howard shouted these two words, the knight with the gun pulled the trigger, and Howard could clearly hear the crisp sound of the firing pin hitting the bullet primer.

But the bullet did not fire, just as Howard expected.

But Howard's shouting and the sound of the trigger being pulled also alerted the attacker. While dodging the attack of the knight with two baseball bats, he raised his leg and kicked away a broken baseball bat that fell on the ground. The bat hit the gun-wielding knight in the forehead, turning him from a fake corpse into a real corpse.

But taking advantage of the attacker's distraction while dealing with his companions, the Double-Ballstick Knight suddenly pushed him to the ground. Then the knight threw away the bats, rode on the attacker, and began to attack the opponent's head.

Howard knew the attacker couldn't hold out much longer under this attack, so he looked around and finally picked up a relatively intact baseball bat on the ground. He dragged it behind the knight and swung it hard at the back of his opponent's head.