Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 144 Condolences

The portal closed, the great demon was driven out, and the dark cloud of plague quickly dissipated over the city.

The subsequent processing work was easier than expected. Without the nourishment of the power of Chaos, the Nurglings and Nurglings became much more depressed, their vitality and aggressiveness dropped significantly, and cleaning them up did not cause much trouble.

Ivan later woke up on his own and asked Char to take him back to the laboratory. When Howard saw him again a few days later, he had recovered as before.

Howard is still making pancakes.

Although they won, it was a pyrrhic victory. Less than one-third of the original entrances remained, and supplies and various equipment were in serious shortage. Char was never idle. As soon as his injury healed a little, he began to plan to clear out the infected organisms in several important factories in the middle nest and resume the production of important materials as soon as possible, so he still needed a certain number of pancakes.

Howard used the machine skillfully. The situation was not urgent, so he could work slowly.

From morning to evening, Howard made more than a thousand pancakes, and no one disturbed him during the process.

After completing today's share, someone knocked on the workshop door. It was a young man holding a beautifully packaged box in his hand.

"Mr. Howard, this is what you asked for." The boy said to Howard respectfully.

Although it wasn't advertised, everyone involved in the fight against the plague knew that the most important reason they were able to survive was Howard. Without Howard's pancakes to cure the plague and close the portal to expel the monster, all their efforts would have been in vain.

Howard accepted the box, smiled and thanked the boy. The boy immediately looked flattered. He greeted Howard again and stepped back.

After the boy left, Howard opened the box and found a bunch of pure white and delicate lilies inside.

Natural plants are undoubtedly a luxury for the residents of the Hive City. Only the nobles of the Upper Nest have the leisure to cultivate them. When Howard casually told Char that he wanted a bouquet of flowers, Char also spent some effort. Finally, he found the seeds from the inheritance of an elderly botanist in the Middle Nest, and then catalyzed their flowering and handed them to Howard.

Howard left the workshop with the bouquet of flowers. Everyone he met on the way stopped to look at him and greeted him. Finally, Howard came to the street where a car was already waiting for him.

This car is the one that Om Messiah recruited twice. After the Great Demon was exiled to the Middle Nest and stabilized, the owner of this car found Char and gave the car to Howard through Char.

Howard got in the car, and Om Messiah automatically drove the vehicle to take Howard to where he wanted to go. He placed the bouquet of lilies on his lap and leaned back in his chair looking out the window.

Although the buildings of Zhongchao were dilapidated, they were not dead. These buildings and the people who lived in them exuded a wild and tenacious vitality and ruthlessness that was difficult to defeat. But now, with the deaths of their residents, most of these buildings have truly become deserted and lifeless.

It took Howard nearly an hour and a half to reach his destination. It was a rare open and flat open space in the crowded and cramped environment of Zhongchao, with many stone tablets standing neatly on the open space.

This is Zhongchao's cemetery.

Generally speaking, the bodies of people who died in Zhongchao will be recycled and reused by the Corpse Association, and the resources in the body will then participate in Zhongchao's material cycle in another form.

Only those who have made great contributions to Zhongchao are eligible to obtain a cemetery for mourning.

Howard got out of the car at the edge of the cemetery. He walked inside with lilies in his hands and finally stopped in front of a cross standing on the newly turned earth.

The cross was decorated with bones strung together with oil-soaked hemp rope.

This is Mavis's grave.

Her body was later recovered by members of the Water Purification Guild. They shoveled up the entire ground, put the gravel and flesh into a furnace, burned it thoroughly, ground it into powder, and finally put it into a wooden coffin for burial.

Howard half-knelt down, gently placed the lily on her grave, then stood up and left.

Today was his first and only time to pay his respects to Mavis.

After paying his respects to Mavis, Howard got back into the car and after driving for more than an hour, he arrived at the church.

The church used to be a place to house critically ill patients. However, after Howard's pancakes could cure the plague 100%, new patients were no longer sent here. However, the church did not immediately return to its original function, but instead took on a new role - to house the wounded.

When fighting against chaotic creatures, not only will your body be traumatized, but your soul will be traumatized as well.

Many warriors who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies were still holding their weapons tightly and shouting to kill them all when they were rescued. However, once they were safe and stable, these warriors would soon become as helpless as frightened children, and no longer had the courage to sleep alone. They could only get a moment of peace by listening to the priest's mass at the feet of the Emperor's holy statue in the church.

Howard walked into the church. The ground was covered with beds filled with wounded people, and there were some healthy people taking care of them. At the end of the church, Francis, dressed in a solemn priest robe, was standing in a circle of candles and reading from a thick book.

Howard walked among the wounded and finally stopped at one place.

There was a person helping the wounded to treat their wounds. She untied the old gauze stained with blood on the wounded's arm, then wiped the wound with clean water, and finally applied antibacterial medicine and bandaged it with clean gauze.

Howard waited patiently for her to finish the work at hand, then said, "I'm leaving in a month."

Om Messiah has found out that a spaceship bound for Ultramar will be leaving in a month.

The plague has not been completely eliminated now, but even without him, it is only a matter of time for the human side to completely regain the lost land, so he does not plan to stay any longer.

He encountered misfortune wherever he went, so he decided to go to the Ultramarines' homeland. This level of plague would be a crisis that could destroy the planet in Kalimdor, but in Ultramar it would be just a minor flu. Similarly, that half-baked demon would be a boss that required everyone's life in Kalimdor, but in Ultramar, defeating a demon of this level didn't even require the best of the best.

Arabelle was holding the basin of water and wanted to ignore him, but after hearing his words, she froze in place and did not react for a long time.

Suddenly she stood up and hugged Howard tightly.

"You've made me weak." Arabelle hugged Howard tightly, as if trying to embed him into her body. "Since seeing you, I've cried more than I ever have in my entire life. I hate it... but... but I can't do it..."

"You finally pay attention to me," Howard said, patting Arabelle's head.