Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 118 Crush

After traveling to the Warhammer world, Howard actually had a question in his mind.

That's why there are so many bald people here.

Whether it was Char, the Servant Alpha, the psychic in the Upper Nest, or even the Blood Angel at the beginning, the characters Howard met who seemed to be slightly capable of fighting were basically extremely powerful... Of course, this only applies to humans.

In a previous world, Howard, watching a TV series about a middle school teacher who became an ice maker, complained that nine out of ten people in the show had bald heads, and the hairstylists on the set had to be incredibly comfortable. Now, it seems the Warhammer world is no different.

So when the bald man walked out of the fog, Howard was basically certain that this man was a master.

The meaning of master is quite broad. Although this bald guy is definitely not as good as those famous and powerful people who still exist as background in the Warhammer world, judging from the psychic reaction he just showed, this guy is at least a small boss. I just don’t know who is stronger between him and the psychic beside Governor Shangchao.

"Click!"

After the bald man said the words "Messenger of Om Messiah" to Howard, Ivan, who was standing behind Howard, silently took out the antimatter gun and loaded it with bullets. Seeing this, Char and Arabel moved to the middle in tacit understanding and stood between him and Howard.

But Ivan stretched out his gun from the gap between the two bodies and pressed the switch of the small motor that powered the acceleration track.

The quartz electrode bullet, carrying an electric current, shot towards Howard and passed by the side of Howard's face.

The electric arc licked across the side of Howard's face, making a slight crackling sound and burning off all the hair on half of Howard's face.

After burning off the sweat and a small piece of hair on half of Howard's face, the quartz bullet continued to fly forward, and was finally stopped by the psychic who raised his hand at that critical moment.

The kinetic energy of the quartz bullet was instantly reduced to zero, but the internal binding field could not provide the force to pull the antimatter. Therefore, under the action of inertia, the orbits of the two particles, one black and one white, inside the quartz bullet shifted and finally collided with each other.

Time seemed to stop for a moment, like the final freeze frame of a movie.

Then, suddenly, in the center of this still image, a supernova flashed.

The supernova continued to flicker and expand, becoming brighter and brighter.

But when the supernova expanded to about three meters in diameter, a large hand grasped it.

The five fingers of the big hand slowly closed together, like a gradually shrinking prison. The edge of the supernova kept hitting the iron bars of the prison. With each collision, it seemed to break out of the confinement, but in the end it still lacked some strength.

The five fingers of the giant hand clasped together, forcing the exploding supernova within its grasp to recondense. The three-meter-diameter ball of light continued to compress, its volume shrinking, its light growing more intense and violent. The supernova darted around in its prison, like a violent charge darting through a chaotic electric field. However, as the prison shrank further, the range within which the supernova could move dwindled.

Finally, the supernova was confined to a space less than a foot in diameter. Its flashing frequency exceeded the limit of the naked eye, and its light changed from bright yellow when it expanded to blazing white.

After a flash more intense than ever before, the supernova went out.

"You're crazy!" Arabelle scolded softly, recovering from her shock. "What if he had moved and you had hit him?"

"If he is really the messenger of Om Messiah, my gun will not hurt him. If he is not, then this bullet is his punishment." Ivan said coldly.

Char and Arabel looked at each other with strange expressions.

This was not because of Ivan's dangerous action, but because they both knew that if Ivan's bullet was really shot at Howard, he might not be able to hurt Howard... So in a way, it seemed that there was no big problem with Ivan doing this.

After disposing of the antimatter bullet, the giant hand also dissipated. Then, the psychic bald man said calmly, "Messenger of the Om Messiah, are you satisfied with my performance?"

At this moment, Char seemed to realize something and asked, "Are you... Cecil?"

"Who is he?" Howard asked.

"When Arabelle was injured by the Eldar in the clock tower, Terrence said he could let his psykers heal Arabelle. Actually, from what I know, he has several psykers under his command, and Cecil is one of them." Char replied.

"Your intelligence skills truly amaze me." Cecil was slightly taken aback after hearing the details, but he quickly recovered and said to Howard, "Messenger of Om Messiah, if you had accepted my help, things would have been much simpler. Now, it's time for you to make your choice."

"I have a question." Howard did not respond directly to Cecil's words, but asked: "I have always been very cautious about revealing my identity to too many people. How did you know?"

Cecil didn't answer.

"I think I understand." Howard nodded. "But that guy from Shangchao always wants to kill me, but you don't seem to be planning to do that. Why?"

Cecil still didn't answer.

Howard sighed and said, "Okay, I can go with you, but you can't hurt these people."

"No!" Arabelle grabbed Howard and said, "We can't let him take you even if we fight him."

"You can't win." Howard gave a simple and straightforward answer.

Judging from the performance of this bald psychic who crushed the antimatter bullet with his bare hands, he is much stronger than the cockroach-like tenacious psychic in the upper nest. Arabelle and Howard have no chance of winning against that psychic, let alone this guy.

"A wise choice." Cecil commented on Howard's choice.

But Arabelle still held Howard's hand and refused to let go, "At least...at least let me be with you..."

Howard gently placed his hand on Arabelle's hand that was holding his arm, removing her hand.

"You've done well," Howard said, looking at Arabelle. Then he turned back to look at everyone present and said, "You've all done well, but some things are truly beyond your control. No matter how many of you go, it won't help. Only if I go can this mess be put to an end."

"I think this isn't a farewell. We'll meet again someday. Take care, everyone."

After saying that, Howard turned to Cecil again, and then under the gaze of everyone, he walked towards him step by step.