Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

The process of launching an antimatter bullet is longer than that of a conventional bullet.

Quartz bullets cannot be powered by the explosion of gunpowder.

After Ivan pulled the trigger, the pistol's micromotor turned on to power the coil. The coil wrapped around the barrel lit up one by one, and the metal at both ends of the bullet was dragged forward by the force generated by the electric field.

silence.

The bullet left the acceleration track silently. There was no sound of gunpowder explosion, only the slight sound of compressed air.

The bullet spun out of Arabelle's sight, and then there was a long, dead silence.

A spark suddenly flashed in the distant night sky, but this spark did not go out. Instead, it began to flicker at an intense frequency.

With each flicker, the outline of the spark expanded a little, and after just a few breaths, many people in the hive city of Kalimdor saw the sun for the first time.

The sun in the sky seems to have life, constantly expanding and contracting, releasing waves of heat to the outside world. That is the breath of the sun.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to suddenly turn into a black and white silent film. In this silent film, only the rising and setting sun was white. The colors and lines of the rest of the world disappeared and turned into pure black silhouettes.

The sun in the hive expanded to its limit. After a brief and even more crazy rise and fall, the sun burst and disappeared without a trace like a popped bubble.

Arabelle knelt on the ground, the residual heat of the sun still lingering on the back of her head, neck and back, warm and hot.

"sorry Sorry……"

Arabelle knelt on the ground and apologized profusely, with real tears in her eyes.

She wasn't apologizing for Char, but for Ivan.

At the moment before the bullet was fired, Arabelle used her last bit of strength to throw herself at Ivan, causing the bullet shot by Ivan to deviate from its trajectory. The bullet that was originally intended to destroy the out-of-control Char finally exploded in the air.

Because when Ivan fired, she saw someone appear not far away whom she absolutely did not want to see here.

Howard.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!

Howard raised his hand and touched the top of his head. His hair was so hot that it almost melted and stuck to his hand. Fortunately, his scalp was not damaged because of the protection of his hair.

Melted hair dripped onto the top of his head, feeling like melted wax.

Howard finally arrived here with three pancakes after going through so much trouble. He first saw Char wrestling with a large mecha servant, and then turned around to see the oil man shooting a gun from a distance.

The key is that it hasn't hit yet.

Even the shots go astray! I don't even know who this gun is targeting!

Just as Howard was about to laugh at the oil man's shooting skills, a sun appeared above his head.

It was me who was abrupt.

Howard swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Then he covered his eyes to avoid being blinded by the bright light and rushed towards Char who was temporarily locked up.

"I understand and respect your feelings." Ivan, whose shot missed, showed no sign of anger. He calmly pulled out his second antimatter bullet and placed it at the starting point of the acceleration track. Then he said, "But this time, I hope you can be more rational and not stop me."

"No!" Arabelle grabbed Ivan's hand again. "The child is still there."

If Howard heard Arabelle say this, he would definitely jump up and retort, "You are the child. I am an adult. When I go to a fried chicken restaurant to order a set meal, I only dare to order the V-50 set meal and not the children's set meal."

However, Arabelle called Howard "child" because, firstly, Howard's actual age was indeed five or six years younger than her; secondly, Howard was too short. Most boys in the hive were taller than Howard long before they reached adulthood, so Arabelle used this word in a hurry.

"Is this your choice?" Ivan raised the gun but did not pull the trigger.

Arabelle didn't dare answer.

"After so many years, I have become stronger, Char has become stronger, and only you have become weak."

Arabelle listened quietly to Ivan's accusations against her, without any intention of refuting them.

But then Ivan added, "You took care of us when we were weak, and now we take care of you."

Arabelle looked up in surprise and saw that Ivan had put down his gun and instead used his electronic eyes to project an interface she couldn't understand.

This was Ivan using his trump card reserve. According to his calculations, Char had been out of control for so long that he was likely lost in disordered brain waves, that is, a nightmare. It was too deep to come back. At this time, letting him go in a decent way was the best and most economical option.

But since Arabelle insisted, Ivan was still willing to give Char and the strange human he had met once more some time.

Even if they fail, they will have to waste immeasurable resources to clean up the mess.

"You only have twenty-six seconds to do whatever you want."

A voice suddenly sounded beside Howard. Howard was startled, and then he saw the mechanical servant next to him looking at him.

"Twenty-five." The machine servant said again.

Hastily!

Howard understood what it meant. He didn't dare to say anything more and climbed onto the capture net.

Because the huge mechanical servant was holding Char in a dark posture through the capture net, if Howard tried to climb up from the net, he would definitely be stuck.

"twenty-three."

Howard used his hands and feet to climb forward through the gaps in the grid. Char wasn't very tall, but the capture net was huge, and Howard climbed it like he was climbing a huge net bed in an amusement park.

The capture net was made of a metal wire woven from very fine metal fibers. Although it looked as thick as a finger, Howard's hands were cut by the microfibers with countless tiny cuts as he crawled.

Howard suddenly felt itchy and painful on his hand. He didn't have time to let go and check, but he glanced at the place where he had walked and found bloodstains all the way.

Howard cursed, but he didn't dare slow down.

Howard quickly climbed to a height where he could feed Char. At this time, Char's face was as red as a cooked crab, and the blood vessels on his face were throbbing, and it seemed that he had severe varicose veins.

That's not true either, varicose veins don't occur on the face.

"Fourteen."

The time came from the mechanical servant below. There was plenty of time, so Howard calmly opened the package containing the pancake, being especially careful not to let his hand slip. Then he took the pancake in his hand and prepared to feed it.

"ten."

Howard's hand holding the pancake stopped in mid-air.

Because Char gritted his teeth.

"Plop! Plop! Plop!"

A flood of adrenaline flooded Howard's heart, which began to beat like a war drum.

No...no...no...it's come to this, don't do that.

"Open your mouth!" Howard suddenly flew into a rage. He slapped Char with all his might and yelled, "Open your mouth!"

The mechanical servant who locked Char from behind heard Howard's request, but it was very difficult for him to lock Char and he was completely unable to help.

"Eight."

"Open your mouth!" Howard stretched out two fingers and poked Char's throat hard. The sound and feeling of broken bones came, but Char remained unmoved. However, Howard's middle finger, index finger and middle finger on his right hand were bent at an improper angle.

"five."

"Open your mouth! Open your mouth! Open your mouth! Open your fucking mouth!"

Howard attacked the huge head in front of him like a madman. He punched, kicked, scratched with his nails, and even bit it with his teeth, but Char remained unmoved.

"zero."