Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 337 Self

As the storm subsided, the nun slowly released Howard and the other human soldiers.

At this time, she was already kneeling on one knee, with her entire knee sunk into the ground of the cooling tower. Because of this, she was not blown away by the storm.

Howard was unharmed, but other humans might not be so lucky.

The nun could only protect Howard and five other human soldiers behind her. Those unprotected soldiers were killed instantly by the storm, but even among the five people protected by the nun, only three survived.

One of the dead had his head pierced by a broken steel pipe in the storm, and his brain was blown out by the wind; the other dead was even more miserable, half of his body was outside the protection range of the nun's power armor, so the flesh on that half of his body was shaved off, leaving only white bones.

The nun released the human she was protecting and pulled out Durandal, pointing it at Harden.

"plum!"

Before the storm completely stopped, Howard broke free from the nun's arms and rushed to where Mei had fallen. He desperately dug out the broken wood and broken bricks and rubble, and finally found Mei who had stopped breathing underneath.

This elf was covered in black blood, with multiple fractures on her body, like a doll with its joints falling apart. Her eyes were wide open, but her pupils no longer responded to changes in light.

"No, no, no, no! You can't die! You shouldn't die here!"

Howard cut his wrist and let the blood splash onto Mei's face. Unlike the pancake, Isa's blessing did not necessarily require the person to swallow it to take effect. However, to be on the safe side, Howard still pried open Mei's mouth and smeared some blood under her tongue, while cleaning the debris in the elf's mouth.

Drugs are absorbed much faster through the sublingual mucosa than through the gastric mucosa.

"Sister!" After doing all this, Howard called out to Gloria while performing CPR on May.

Soon the nun also rushed over, but still holding Durandal in her hand.

"Put down that sword!" Howard said anxiously. "Take out all the first aid medicine you have!"

Harden's combat performance just now further proved that Howard's negotiation behavior was correct. Even with Durandal's protection, they would still be defeated by the orc, even if their number was increased tenfold.

"Damn it!" The nun cursed, but still listened to Howard's words and angrily let go of Durandal. Then she took out a needle and stabbed it into Mei's neck.

"This is a first aid needle for humans. I'm not sure if it will work on the elves!" said the nun.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Howard didn't care to say anything at this time.

So in the next few minutes, Howard practiced for the first time the cardiopulmonary resuscitation knowledge he had read in the book, repeatedly pressing, blowing, pressing, and blowing.

The nun knelt beside him, holding the elf's hand, closing her eyes and praying for him.

Holy Emperor, please have mercy on us. Even for the sake of humanity, this Eldar should not die here.

While the nun and Howard were rescuing May, other humans also gathered around. They used their fragile bodies to protect the three of them behind them, blocking the malicious gazes from the orcs.

After Harden defeated May in seconds, he stood in the center of the arena and watched Howard's performance.

After an unknown number of minutes, May coughed slightly. Howard quickly held the back of her head and let her lie on her side, patting her back gently.

It's good that I'm not dead. Thank God, thank Isha, Emperor Nurgle... No, I can't thank this... Anyway, thank you all the monsters and ghosts for blessing me...

Howard breathed a sigh of relief. He was still very confident in Isa's divine power. At present, except for the dead who could not be resurrected, Isa's power could heal the severely zombies infected with the Nurgle plague.

Mei coughed continuously until she coughed up a large amount of clotted blood. Then her dilated pupils gradually focused. She saw and recognized Howard. Just as she was about to speak, Howard stopped her:

"That's enough, that's enough. I know, I know." Howard nodded at the weak Eldar and said, "You did very well."

"You should be grateful for my kindness." Harden, who had been watching the show, finally spoke up: "I could have just smashed her to pieces."

There were several wounds on his hand caused by Mei's grasp. Mei's broken blood claws were broken inside. The poisonous blood continued to infect the orc's fist through the wounds. The flesh and blood on Harden's left hand continued to rot and melt into black mucus emitting a foul smell, and fell off his hand, but at the same time, new flesh and blood continued to grow out.

Finally, the life force of the orc war leader overcame the death force in Mei's blood, and as the last piece of rotten flesh fell off, He was whole again.

"But your so-called competition turned out to be a competition of tricks?" Harden sneered again, "Then in the next two games, I will be just like you, using any means necessary to win."

After hearing Harden's words, Howard nodded to May again and put her down. He then walked to the arena clock, looked directly at Harden and said, "Great and kind Harden, next game, I will compete with you."

In fact, now I think he should have competed with Harden in cooking skills in the first game, because with the bonus of Jianbingguozi, he was almost 100% sure of getting this point. As long as he could get a point from Harden, he would give up this source of energy, and there would be no need for subsequent competitions.

"I'm afraid not." Unexpectedly, Harden rejected Howard's proposal.

"Why?" Howard was dumbfounded.

"The ingredients and props needed for the cooking competition with you are not ready yet," Harden said.

"I don't care. Any ingredients or even no ingredients are fine," Howard said.

"But I need it," Harden replied.

An unexpected answer. Could it be that this big green-skinned guy really knows a little about cooking?

Howard: "Then we can wait."

"You mean to make the entire Blackwater Festival orcs wait for you?" Harden said, "Mr. Howard, you may have overestimated their patience."

"Um..." Howard blinked and said, "How about I perform a talent show for you as halftime? I'll perform until the material is ready."

"So what can you perform?" Harden asked.

This stumped Howard again. He did have some talents such as guitar and Hulusi, but these talents were useful against humans but not against orcs. Even if he went up to perform crosstalk, the orcs wouldn't understand him.

"My hand, if cut off, will grow back quickly." Howard said, "I can perform this."

"What's so good about this?"

"We can interact with the audience," Howard said. "For example, we can randomly select audience members to chop off my hands or feet and see how long it takes for these limbs to grow back. We can also try to see if the cumulative weight of the limbs I cut off will exceed my original weight... Or we can saw me in half and see if two completely new versions of myself will appear."

After Howard said this, all humans, including the nun, looked at him as if he were a monster.

It's not just because of the ability Howard possesses, but also because of the calm look on his face when he said this.

Howard didn't think there was anything strange about what he said. First of all, chatting with Harden now is itself a way to delay time. Maybe the ingredients will be ready while they are chatting?

Furthermore, even if he really went to perform, Howard could continue to delay time. For example, selecting lucky audience members is a link that can easily delay time. He can conduct lengthy voting and screening under the banner of fairness, and can also create some "accidents" to cause conflicts among the orcs.

According to Howard's estimation, it would take two hours before an orc was selected to kill him.

These two hours were definitely enough to prepare the ingredients. A regenerative hand saved the nun from the danger of competing. Howard felt it was worth it. He had even blew off half of his head in order to force the elves out.

He just exaggerated it to get Harden to agree to let him perform this talent.

"I reject."

The proposal was met with opposition, but the opposition did not come from in front of Howard, but from behind him.

"I know your thoughts. I know you're trying to protect me, and I'm grateful. However, please allow me to disagree with your approach." The nun said, "Win or lose, if you and Miss Mei had both fought this orc, and I was the only one to desert, it would be a disgrace to me. I would be so ashamed that I would commit suicide."

"And you should have more confidence in my marksmanship. You are not respecting the skill I am most proud of by doing this," the nun added.

Howard was stunned, then he bowed his head to the nun: "I apologize to you, please forgive my... self-righteousness..."

"I accept your apology," the nun said to Howard, "but you know what? After spending these days together, I feel that you have too many secrets in your heart. These secrets have made you close off. You actually never share your inner thoughts with others. The result of doing so is that you become more and more self-centered and lonely, just like what happened just now."

"So don't always think one-sidedly about others. Trust the people around you occasionally." The nun patted Howard's shoulder.

Then she passed Howard and faced the powerful war leader:

"Next game, it's you and me."