Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

In the middle level of the hive city of Kalimdor, Arabelle pushed the power of her vehicle to the maximum, streaking through the rainy night like a meteor.

And the out-of-control Char chasing her from behind was like a comet.

The reason why Char is like a comet is not only because his size is obviously several times larger than Arabel's, but also because his body is burning hot. The rain that keeps hitting him not only fails to cool him down, but is evaporated by the high temperature of his body surface. The thick water vapor leaves a long comet tail on the path he runs.

Arabelle turned the accelerator to the floor. Her right hand, now numb and cold as a stone, was glued to the accelerator.

She didn't know how much longer she could hold on. Her eyes and ears began to become dull. The raindrops were clearly hitting her directly, but she felt as if they were hitting a rainproof cloak. She could hear the crackling sound of raindrops breaking on her body, but she didn't feel anything.

The sensory detachment symptoms I experienced before seemed to reappear.

She led Char in circles in a large area, having thrown away her expended guns and other weapons to reduce weight.

The road she was driving on was one she had driven on two or three times in the previous half hour. At this moment, her brain seemed to be separated from her body. Her brain was dull and numb, but her body instinctively remembered every bend and responded mechanically.

Because of her dull vision, the world in Arabelle's eyes began to appear different, and all the surrounding scenery was covered with hazy double images.

Then, because of her own high speed, all objects in her eyes also retreated at high speed, leaving long afterimages.

In the end, various scenes, lights and sounds formed a picture that was constantly changing like a kaleidoscope, from which it was impossible to understand the specific existence.

Arabelle suddenly felt sleepy. She seemed to have seen the scene before her. A long time ago, she and Lyanna sneaked away to play in the nest. The two of them crawled through the barbed wire at night and ran into the closed park.

All Arabelle remembered about the park was that there was a Ferris wheel and a carousel. In the end, she and Lyanna fell asleep leaning on the carousel. Before falling asleep, Arabelle opened her eyes for the last time and seemed to see this scene.

The gentle wind and beautiful lights were there, and she had once vowed to get Lyanna there at all costs.

This is a symptom of blood loss and hypothermia. There is not enough blood to supply oxygen to the brain, so people begin to feel sleepy and even have hallucinations.

Arabelle's head kept nodding downward, and the front of the motorcycle began to sway violently from side to side, and it was about to lose control.

"boom!"

A gunshot woke Arabelle, and she shuddered violently, trying her best to regain control of the vehicle that was about to spin out of control.

After the gunshot, Char, who was chasing her from behind, seemed to have a new target and gave up the prey that had been close at hand but could not be torn apart.

Are other leaders coming to support?

Arabelle's hope was rekindled, but she looked toward the source of the gunshot, only to have it instantly extinguished.

Because the person who fired the shot and attracted Char's attention was not someone from other gangs, but one of Char's men who was also riding a motorcycle.

Perhaps out of bravery, or perhaps out of loyalty, he did not evacuate with the people around him after they completed the evacuation, but chose to come back to help Arabelle.

That's right, Arabelle thought. The other leaders would only wish there were one less being of their rank in the Middle Nest, so they could devour the dead's territory.

It wasn't that the leaders built the middle nest, but that the leaders fought their way out of the built middle nest. In the end, no one trusted anyone, and no one could easily swallow anyone, so they were willing to sit down and talk.

The brave boy fired a shot, attracting the attention of the out-of-control Char. Seeing that Char's willingness to chase Arabel had waned, he fired several more shots in succession, completely attracting Char's hatred to himself.

"Idiot! Run!" Arabelle yelled at the boy.

But Char's roar drowned out Arabel's warning, and he charged at the boy like a wild bull.

The boy didn't expect the big guy to be so fast, and he panicked for a moment. He turned the accelerator to the bottom, but the tires began to spin in place because of the high speed, emitting a smell of burning rubber.

Finally, before the boy's motorcycle started, Char grabbed him, grabbed his motorcycle with his other hand, and then rubbed it with both hands.

After a burst of blood and flesh mixing and the sound of metal being crushed, the boy did not have time to scream before he merged with his car in an unprecedented intimacy.

Then, holding the horrific mixture of blood and flesh still dripping down in his hand, Char looked at Arabel again.

Arabel sensed something was wrong and activated her vehicle to distance herself, but Char threw the object in his hand at Arabel, and broken steel, bones, and internal organs flew past Arabel like bullets.

Arabelle, who was still accelerating, felt a heavy punch on her back. She couldn't catch her breath, and the motorcycle lost control and overturned. She rolled on the ground for dozens of meters before stopping.

Then something hemispherical rolled right into Arabelle's sight. It was the thing that had struck her in the back: the upper half of the boy's head, his jaw torn and shattered.

Arabelle wanted to raise her hands, but she couldn't. The damage from falling from a moving car was not much better than being hit by the car directly.

If the motorcycle hadn't been going very fast, and Arabel hadn't been in great physical condition and hadn't intentionally avoided hitting the back of his head when landing, Arabel would have died on the spot if any of these three conditions had been missing.

Unable to move her body, Arabelle used the only two fingers she could move to drag her arm towards the half-remaining head, then nodded at the nose that had been worn flat.

Hey, kid, we are going to die together... Oh no, this sentence should be said to the living, but you are already dead... Anyway, this is what I mean. I don’t mean to mock you, although we only met just now and I don’t know your name yet, but you are very brave.

She had no intention of blaming the child. Although the boy provided Char with the means of long-range attack, even if he had not intervened, Arabelle knew that she would not be able to hold on for much longer.

If I hadn't been awakened by the gunshot, my fate would probably be that the motorcycle would lose control and overturn, and then I would fall directly to the ground at high speed and roll forward, rubbing my flesh, internal organs, bones and brain matter evenly spread over hundreds of meters of ground, and in the end only half of the mechanical arm would be left.

Or they would simply crash into a house and disappear, and then the residents of the house would be able to find their fragments in various corners of the house over the next few years or even decades.

If only I could have a cigarette now.

Unfortunately, the smoke on his body was dispersed by the water.

Arabelle closed her eyes.