Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Fuck, it doesn’t make sense that he can still stand up after being hit like that.

The knight approached with a gloomy face, and Howard retreated slowly. Just when the knight was about to grab Howard, his body suddenly stiffened, and then fell straight to the ground.

Behind him, the attacker also climbed up, and while the Cavaliers were focusing all their attention on Howard, he delivered a fatal blow to the Cavalier's crotch.

The Knight wasn't losing due to stamina or strength, but rather to a single-threaded approach. Throughout the game, the Knight acted like a high-level monster in a team RPG, only able to lock onto one target at a time and lacking AOE, while being constantly dragged down by Howard and the attackers.

At this time, Howard was able to see the true face of the attacker. Judging from her body shape, the other party was actually a woman.

The danger was temporarily over, and the exhausted Howard sat down in the rain and began to cough.

He had felt like his throat was about to break, and then he roared when he gave the order to Om Messiah, and now he felt like his entire throat was about to rip apart.

Howard kept coughing, and the pain was slightly relieved after his mouth was full of blood foam. Then he sat on the ground and looked at his hands.

He had a very strange feeling inside.

Because he knew that he had just made plans and actions to kill someone.

The reason why the bat didn't kill the opponent was purely because the opponent was resistant to the blow, not because I was holding back.

What was strange to him was not that he had committed the act of killing, but that he was surprisingly calm inside after committing the act of killing.

In the past, he had watched many cartoons and novels. The protagonists in these cartoons would often feel panic, nausea, or self-blame after committing murder. In serious cases, they would even show depression, making it seem as if he had killed someone and ended up being the victim.

But I don’t have any of these.

The rain continues to fall.

After dealing with the last knight, the woman staggered back, finally leaning against an old telephone pole covered with various tattered posters. Her body rose and fell noticeably with her breathing, and condensation rain fell on her, splashing a layer of hazy water droplets.

After a while, she reached into her pocket and took out a long, thin object. She put one end into her mouth, then took something out of her pocket, but she didn't hold it firmly and it fell into the water. The woman wanted to bend down to pick it up, but Howard picked it up for her first.

It was a brass lighter.

Howard understood what she meant. He wiped the lighter on himself, wiped off the water, opened the lid of the lighter and put it to the woman's mouth, but he failed to light it after several attempts.

So Howard took the lighter back and shook it hard, and this time, the fire lit.

So Howard used his other hand to cover the flame to prevent the rain and wind from extinguishing it, and then slowly brought it to the woman's mouth.

The woman lowered her head slightly closer to the flame and lit the wet cigarette in the fire.

In the firelight, Howard saw that the woman had reddish-brown hair similar to that of an Irish woman, and hidden under the strand of hair hanging down on the right side of her face was an electronic prosthetic eye. However, this electronic eye was not like the Mechanicus's, which had the entire eye socket transformed into a mechanical one. Instead, a mechanical eyeball was implanted in the original eye frame.

Howard knew he shouldn't look any further, so when he saw the cigarette lit, he immediately withdrew the lighter, extinguished the flame, and closed the lid.

The street, drizzled with condensation, fell into darkness again. The headlights of the motorcycle in the distance had gone out at some point. The only light in the darkness was the burning cigarette butt. Howard and the woman stood in the rain without saying a word.

Howard saw the light of the cigarette butt flicker slightly - this meant that the woman was smoking, and then he smelled the smell of tar and mint. It was the woman blowing the cigarette into his face.

In the darkness, Howard heard the woman's laughter, and then she said, "You're quite smart, boy."

Two hours later, in the middle level of the hive.

Howard is in the shower.

He rubbed his skin repeatedly, and finally the itchy feeling was slightly relieved. Then he looked at his body, which was covered with large bruises and redness, and it hurt wherever he touched.

Then Howard changed into dry clothes. These clothes were not his and were a little big for him. The clothes smelled like motor oil and a strange fragrance. Then Howard walked out of the small bathroom wearing the ill-fitting loose clothes and a towel on his head.

After leaving the bathroom and walking through the damp and moldy corridor with peeling wall plaster on both sides, Howard came to the living room.

The living room was quite messy. On one side of the living room stood a workbench, on which and on the surrounding floor were piled all sorts of messy mechanical parts, and wires and tools of various colors were tangled together like a tangled mess. On the other side of the living room stood three huge metal cabinets, all locked, with paint peeling off and revealing rusty shells. The four walls of the living room were covered with all sorts of gadgets. In one corner of the living room stood a trash can, and in another corner stood a humming metal refrigerator.

There was an area cleared in the middle of the living room, with a small table in the middle and an old sofa with cracked and yellowed leather surrounding it on three sides. Howard's backpack was also brought in and was now placed on the floor leaning against the sofa.

The woman who saved Howard sat carelessly in the middle of the sofa. She pulled a wire from the workbench, which was connected to a laser welding gun. The woman wore goggles and held the welding gun while repairing her left hand.

In addition to the welding gun, there are various small tools around her, such as screwdrivers, screwdrivers, wrenches and various electrical parts. She also has a row of screws of various models in her mouth.

The woman's entire left hand was transformed into a machine, but it was not a matter of replacing the left hand with a machine. Instead, most of the flesh and blood tissue was replaced with enhanced electronic muscle bundles and hydraulic transmission devices, but the bones and a few necessary nerves and blood vessels were retained.

This is done so that when the robotic arm is removed one day in the future, the modified left hand can be restored to its normal state through the remaining flesh and blood frame. Therefore, this semi-modified robotic arm is actually about the same size as a normal arm from the naked eye, and is not as bulky as some mining robotic arms.

It was this robotic arm that helped her block several fatal attacks just now. It took the woman a lot of effort to repair the robotic arm. Then she threw the welding gun back and pushed up her goggles. She spat the remaining unused nails in her mouth into her hand and threw them into a box. Then she picked up a bottle of iced alcoholic sparkling drink on the wooden table and took a sip.

At this time, she saw Howard coming out of the shower. She raised the drink in her hand towards Howard, asking if he wanted a sip. Howard shook his head to refuse.

The woman said "boring" and took another sip.

Howard observed the woman. On the way here, they told each other their names. The woman's name was Arabelle.

Judging from her appearance, Arabelle wasn't much older than Howard, but she was half a head taller. She had long, maple-colored, brown hair, tied in a high ponytail, but she still left a fringe on the right side of her face to hide her mechanical right eye. She was wearing a gray, form-fitting tank top and washed-blue canvas shorts, revealing her six-pack abs.

Her left hand had been replaced with a mechanical one, and when she exerted force on her intact right hand, lines of muscle could be seen. Her legs were long and tight, without any excess fat, and not like those of people who did leg exercises, which were like pieces of stone. Her breasts... her breasts were at least two sizes smaller than Freya's, but by no means barren. And it seemed that because of the labor of repairing the mechanical hand, Arabelle was sweating a little, and the gray fabric of the vest below her chest was soaked with sweat, forming an inverted triangle shape.

I mentioned earlier that those knights were will-o'-the-wisp killers, but in fact, Arabelle was not much better. She also had a lot of tattoos on her body, a silver nail under her lip, and her ears were full of ostentatious earrings.

Just as Howard was stunned, he saw Arabelle use her right hand to slightly pull down her collar, allowing Howard to fully see the tattoo on her chest - a poisonous snake wrapped around a human skull - and then let go, and the elastic fabric of the vest bounced back to her skin with a light "pop" sound.

Then he heard Arabelle's voice: "Have you seen enough?"