Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"zero."

As the countdown ended, Char's muscles, which had been tense to the limit, began to relax.

But this is by no means a good sign. The surface that had been surging with slight waves suddenly calmed down, which can only mean that a strong tsunami is brewing under the sea.

"Get out of there!" Howard heard Arabelle yell at him. "Run!"

But Howard didn't listen, because at this distance he would definitely not be able to escape unless something like Freya came to protect him.

Since I can't run away, I might as well take a gamble!

"call……"

Suddenly, the sound of water boiling came from the silent Char's body, and his body began to tremble like an active volcano about to erupt.

The skin connecting Alpha's arms and shoulders was completely torn apart, revealing the modified and strengthened artificial muscle fibers and ligaments under the skin. The servants and drones at the four corners that were tightly holding the capture net all caught fire due to overload.

But Howard stood at the same height as Char, his attention highly focused. He stepped on the thin metal rope, his feet seemed to be rooted, and he did not lose his balance no matter how the rope shook.

They were like two cowboys dueling, to see who could put the bullet into the other's body first.

"Roar!"

Char roared and broke free from the restraints. The hands of the mechanical servants and drones on the four corners were all torn off, and Alpha's muscle bundles were all broken and he was blown away by the huge impact force.

Howard was like a little bug that was originally standing on a piece of loose cloth. Then someone pulled the two ends of the cloth and suddenly tightened it, so the little bug was bounced into the sky.

After breaking free from his restraints, Char's first target of attack was Howard, who had been beating him.

Char slapped Howard, who was still tumbling in the air, down like swatting a fly.

He grabbed Howard's waist, and Howard's abdomen was squeezed so hard that he vomited a yellow-green liquid mixed with stomach acid and bile.

Then he grabbed Howard's upper body with his other hand, trying to tear him in two.

But his movement was frozen at the moment before he exerted force.

Char's body began to gasp violently, and he showed the confused expression he had when the Lord injected the nerve agent, but at that time he was wondering why his body was out of control.

And now he was wondering about something else.

Slowly, slowly, Xia carefully opened his hands and let Howard lie in his palms.

Howard in the palm of his hand had lost consciousness, his spine was twisted beyond recognition, his chest and abdomen were shriveled and sunken like a tick that had been crushed, blood foam was coming out of his mouth, and he was twitching constantly.

Char can kill the humans in his hands at any time, but he won't do it.

Because when he broke free and roared, Howard seized the only opportunity and threw the pancake into his mouth.

In this cowboy duel, Xia shot Howard in the spine first.

But Howard shot him in the head.

It seemed like an eternity had passed before Howard woke up to the bitter taste of the potion.

When Howard opened his eyes, he saw a floor covered in rust and water stains. Various wires and pipes were tangled together across the floor, and in the thickest pipe, mercury-like liquid was slowly flowing.

Then he realized that he was tied face down on a bed with an opening at the face of the bed so that he could put his head in to avoid suffocation by lying face down.

At the same time, his spine kept sending out a tingling and numb feeling, like that during acupuncture, yet inexplicably a bit comfortable.

He was about to move when someone gently held him down and said, "Your spine hasn't fully recovered yet. Don't move."

Howard gave up the idea of moving around after hearing the voice that it was Arabelle.

"How much time has passed?" Howard asked.

"Ten days," Arabelle replied. "You were so weak, we almost thought you wouldn't wake up."

Howard never thought that a man who could run a thousand meters in less than three and a half minutes would one day be called weak. However, this is Warhammer 40. Tens of thousands of years of evolution have not only made the human race fully adapt to space, but also greatly enhanced its physique, so he could only shut up and accept it.

"Thank you," Arabelle said then.

Although Howard didn't know what Arabelle was thanking him for, he still smiled and replied, "You're welcome."

Arabelle patted Howard's back gently and said nothing more.

Over the next few days, Arabelle helped Howard with his rehabilitation.

Howard saw that he was now in the underground laboratory of Kant 15, but he never saw Ivan or Char again after he woke up. All the work of changing dressings or applying ointments was done by the mechanical servants.

These days, Howard could only eat liquid food delivered through a tube. The taste made Howard almost vomit again. Later, the robot servant made a gastric tube for Howard and delivered food directly into his stomach.

This time they performed the surgery under anesthesia.

40k's technology and hard work allowed Howard to recover quickly. After waking up, he only lay in bed for three days. Howard was able to get out of bed. Only then did he realize that his back was full of tubes and electrodes.

One of the tubes looked only as thick as a pencil, but the part that was inserted into Howard's body was two meters long. When the tube wrapped in mucus was pulled out, Howard felt like there was an oversized roundworm running around in his stomach.

Arabelle told Howard that his spine and internal organs were seriously injured. Ivan took great pains to reconnect the nerves in his spine intact, and now he had to use electricity to stimulate the nerves to grow and heal.

After a few days, although the electrodes could be removed, Howard still felt pain when bending over or turning sideways, and this symptom took several more days to disappear.

Howard's hair was also shaved off. The annihilation of matter and antimatter releases pure energy, and the most direct manifestation of pure energy is light and heat, so his genetic chain was not interrupted like nuclear radiation.

However, the ultraviolet radiation still severely burned his skin. His body almost shed a layer of skin in the first few days of coma. That period was the most dangerous time for him. Ivan soaked him in sterile nutrient solution to prevent him from being infected by external bacteria before new skin grew out.

Howard discovered his urine was silver these past few days. He was too embarrassed to ask Arabelle about this, so he observed it himself and figured it out.

The silver liquid injected into his body should be artificial blood. When this artificial blood is metabolized out of the body, the pigment in it is filtered out by his own kidneys.

As for why artificial blood is used, it is because the 40k human genes are a hodgepodge, with all kinds of blood types. Managing blood types is a very difficult task. Even blood transfusions between people of the same blood type will cause serious rejection or coagulation reactions for unknown reasons. Therefore, in the end, humans generally use artificial blood when performing surgery.

Arabelle has also been recovering these days. Her middle finger and ring finger have regenerated like a gecko's tail. At first, they were just soft buds of flesh, then you could slowly feel the bones inside, and then the length and size became the same as before. Finally, after a molting, the broken fingers were perfectly regenerated.

By this time, Howard had fully recovered and had grown a new crop of short hair.

Now it's time to go back.