Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

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"Take it away, Inquisition."

After hearing this verdict, even Howard, who thought he was numb, was heartbroken.

The Inquisition, the Empire's religious organization, was originally established to judge heretics and heretics.

Heretics are those who do not want to believe in the Emperor as a god; while heretics are those who believe in a strange God-Emperor. For example, in some strange religious organizations, although the followers inside also believe in the God-Emperor, their God-Emperor has four arms...

As the Empire continued to decline, the power of the Inquisition grew, and the areas covered by its functions gradually moved away from the religious scope. By the fortieth millennium of Warhammer, the Inquisition had become the Empire's largest intelligence agency, judging all those they believed might threaten the Empire.

But no one is clear about how the Inquisition defines a "possible threat". If a Space Marine cannot fight, he may be suspected of disloyalty, but if he is too good at fighting, he may be suspected of having connections with Chaos.

In short, once it falls into the hands of the Inquisition, you can basically type /remake.

"Lord Angel, please forgive my offense." Upon hearing that Howard was about to be taken away, the lord beside him hesitated for a long time before finally deciding what to say. He performed the Sky Eagle Salute to the Astartes and said respectfully, "Lord Angel, Mr. Howard has always been a well-respected and good man in my jurisdiction. May I ask what crime he has committed?"

Howard was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this rogue lord who usually only cared about collecting taxes and enjoying himself would try to protect him at this time. Normally, most people would stay as far away from things related to the Inquisition as possible.

But the current situation did not allow Howard to think too much. Taking advantage of the lord's question, Howard began to play dumb. He shouted: "Angel, I am innocent. Is it a crime to cook bad food?"

"No, Mr. Howard, the food you cook is not bad." Hearing Howard's cry, the Astartes Captain looked down at Howard with a condescending gaze and said, "On the contrary, I am very satisfied with the food you cook."

"But!" The captain's eyes suddenly sharpened, stabbing Howard like a sharp knife. "We are the Emperor's angels. We shouldn't take pleasure in eating. So, please cooperate with our investigation."

After these words were spoken, there was no more objection. Howard obediently put on the handcuffs that restricted his psychic power and was taken to the place where the Thunderhawk transport boat was docked, which was the lord's hunting ground.

When the group arrived at the hunting ground, the Thunderhawk transport boat was still hovering in the air on guard. It adjusted its power and slowly landed after the Astartes team arrived. The strong hot wind from the transport boat broke some of the surrounding bushes.

Although he was a prisoner, when Howard saw the industrial miracle of this empire, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's so fucking handsome.

The Thunder Eagle gunboat in front of him was nearly thirty meters long, with a wingspan of more than twenty-five meters. It was painted red and had four engines mounted on its exterior. A huge cannon was mounted on the top of the gunboat.

From a realistic perspective, the design of the Thunder Eagle transport boat is extremely unreasonable. It completely ignores air resistance, stealth and material strength. The overall design highlights a powerful brick flying, which is both sci-fi and backward.

But Warhammer itself is not a scientific world, or rather, the human empire in the 40th millennium no longer advocates technology.

Howard remembered the Victory Swallow EX that he saw on a disc when he was a child. He was so envious at that time, and now he saw something that was really of the same level as the Victory Swallow EX.

So Howard couldn't help but reach out to touch it, but was stopped by an Astartes. The Astartes who stopped him had a statue of the Emperor on his back and seemed to be a priest in the team.

"The hot hull of the airship will burn you," said the priest.

Howard was a little surprised because the pastor's tone didn't seem to be hostile towards him.

The priest saw Howard's confusion and after a moment's thought, he explained, "Don't be afraid. Although we've discovered some abnormalities in you, you're still an Imperial citizen until the Inquisition finds you guilty."

Then they brought Howard into the gunship. The gunship was built to transport Astartes and their combat equipment. In order to make more efficient use of space, there were no seats in the gunship's transport cabin. These big brothers did not need seats either. Their superhuman modified organs and the magnetic device at the bottom of their armor allowed them to maintain balance in the most bumpy environment.

But Howard was just an ordinary man, and he was thrown out the moment the Thunder Hawk gunship took off. Fortunately, the priest grabbed him and prevented Howard from rolling around in the cabin like a ball.

But then the gunboat began to accelerate to escape the planet's gravity, and Howard was immediately slammed to the floor of the cabin like a fried egg. The powerful acceleration slowly and evenly crushed every internal organ and every inch of Howard's bones. He felt as if he had turned into a tomato and was being slowly trampled by an invisible big foot.

Just when the tomato was about to burst under the pressure, the pressure on Howard suddenly decreased until it disappeared completely.

This indicated that the Thunderhawk airship had left the acceleration phase, but what he didn't know was that in order to take into account him as a mortal, the Thunderhawk airship was already using the lowest level of power. Otherwise, according to the normal acceleration of the Astartes, Howard would instantly turn into a pool of liquid stuck to the ground, and his fate would be the same as that of the crew who drove forward without entering deep sea mode.

The Thunder Eagle's transport cabin was completely sealed, leaving Howard with no idea of the outside world. The red brothers stood there in silence, so Howard didn't dare ask. After flying for a while, Howard felt weightless, indicating that the Thunder Eagle had escaped the planet's gravity.

After flying in the weightless state for about half an hour, with the sound of mechanical operation, the Thunder Eagle transport craft began to shake slightly and gravity began to reappear.

If Howard guessed correctly, the transport boat should have entered the interior of the spacecraft by now. The Empire's spacecraft has its own gravity generator that can create gravity equivalent to that of the surface of Terra.

Soon, there was another particularly violent jolt, followed by the sound of exhaust gas, and then the Thunderhawk's hatch opened.

This is the air port inside the warship. In addition to the technicians who were coming and going to count supplies and repair machinery, Howard also saw several mechanical servants with electrodes inserted into their heads.

Because of the artificial intelligence rebellion ten thousand years ago, the Empire today is extremely averse to automated devices. However, for many facilities, automated programs are indispensable. Therefore, in order to replace the banned automated devices, the Empire uses "wetware computers."

So-called wetware computers are essentially human brains. For example, guided missiles used to be controlled by artificial intelligence, but now they're controlled by a human brain.

Those who contribute this brain power are called thinkers.

Servitors are usually modified from death row prisoners and clones. Of course, unstable psykers who have undergone surgical modification are also one of the sources of servitors.

Among them, the powerful psychics will be taken to the Astronomican to be used as firewood, while the brains of the weak and unstable psychics will be transformed by the Oil Man and become wetware that provides computing power.

If Howard is found guilty by the court, his final outcome may be nothing more than being burned as firewood or becoming a wetware computer.

The Astartes captain had a brief handover with the defenders of the airport, and Howard was transferred to the custody of the Imperial Navy. Finally, he was locked up in a small room filled with miscellaneous items.

The iron door of the utility room slammed shut, and Howard was stunned for a long time before he realized what an outrageous day he had spent.

Just a few hours ago, he was a welcome citizen of a beautiful planet, but with the arrival of this group of Astartes, in just a few hours, he became a prisoner whose life and death were uncertain.

And the crime was that the food he cooked was too delicious?

Howard sat on the glove box depressed and began to have wild thoughts.

After all, I am a time traveler. Even if the world I traveled to is not right, I won't be killed without doing anything.

He had read some time-travel novels. For some people who traveled through time, the author would give them a system to guide them in taking on quests, completing dungeons, or defeating NPCs.

Why do I start out with nothing?

Oh, no, in the Warhammer world, having a system is not necessarily a good thing.

In some anti-routine novels, some top masters will give some rookies cheats, making the rookies mistakenly believe that they are the children of destiny, and then withdraw the rookies' cheats at the critical moment, watching the rookies fall to the ground and smash to pieces, and then they will have fun from it.

Unfortunately, there seems to be such a top entertainer in the Warhammer world.

Just as Howard was thinking, a round of strong music sounded. It seemed to be a very old song sung by a group called VILLAGE PEOPLE.

Howard looked for the source of the sound in confusion, then he took out a cell phone with a lit screen from his trouser pocket.

After being stunned for two seconds, Howard screamed "Wow!" and threw the phone away.

Looking at this haunted phone was more terrifying for Howard than facing ten Astartes!

Damn, it’s not like whatever you think will happen, right?