Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 442 Gunfight

Howard held Christina's laser pistol in his right hand, which hung naturally.

Because holding it with one hand is meaningless except for looking cool, and it also wastes your energy.

Christina slowly poked her head out from behind the cover, trying to see what was happening, but Howard pressed her down with a claw.

"Hide well," Howard said. "Anything you do now will only cause me trouble."

So Christina shrank back again.

"Hello!" But Constance's voice came from not far away: "What on earth is this place..."

Howard was still staring into Death Mark's hyperspace, but with a single finger from his left hand, which wasn't holding the gun, he silenced Constance.

Because Constance felt a murderous aura from this human, this human who had always been at ease became serious, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Constance followed Christina's example and hid behind another cover.

Time passed by minute by minute. The most important thing to be a sniper is patience. In Howard's world, the ambush time of a sniper needs to be calculated in days. During the ambush, no matter it is windy, rainy, thundering or lightning, or even poisonous snakes and beasts walk directly into your face, you cannot move or destroy your camouflage.

The Death Marks also possess this kind of patience; the hyperspace they create allows them to hide within it for dozens of hours.

But Howard also has such patience, and time is on his side, not Death Mark.

This is the core territory of the Helvetica family. With such a vicious accident happening, the support fleet must be on the way. Even if the Death Mark can hide in hyperspace forever, Howard doesn't need to confront him all the time. As long as Howard can keep an eye on the Death Mark and prevent it from attacking again before the support of the Helvetica family arrives, it will be Howard's victory.

Across the dimensional curtain, Howard confronted the mark of death lurking behind it for nearly an hour. During this period, neither Christina nor Constance dared to even breathe.

Howard still maintained the same posture as at the beginning, like a stone sculpture.

At this moment, under the influence of the night vision goggles, the hyperspace where the Death Mark was hidden suddenly began to surge, which was a sign that the hyperspace was about to collapse.

It's very strange. Logically speaking, the hyperspace of the Death Mark should not only last for this long.

But no matter what the reason behind it is, Howard has no time to think about it now.

Hyperspace was violently stirred, rolling up wave after wave. Finally, after the biggest high tide, the receding tide left behind something.

That was the mark of death that had left hyperspace.

Death Mark held the neural crusher rifle and pulled the trigger on Howard.

But Howard knew its location a second ago. He took a step back with his left foot, turning his body from facing the Death Mark to facing it sideways. This change just allowed him to avoid the Death Mark's shot. The pale green beam of light almost brushed past Howard's nose, causing his nose to feel numb.

At the same time, Howard raised his right hand, which held Christina's pistol.

He didn't need to aim specifically, with the Ohm Messiah calibration, as long as the angle wasn't too off, a hit was inevitable.

Trigger pulled.

"boom!"

The laser pistol exploded in Howard's hand.

It wasn't that the pistol malfunctioned, but because Ohm Messiah adjusted the power to an area beyond the material limit, the energy stored in the laser pistol's battery was completely released in this firing, destroying the original structure of the pistol.

But as a result of all this, the power of the laser shot by Howard was hundreds of times greater than usual.

Because only in this way can it be possible to injure or further kill these monsters made of living metal.

Just before the laser pistol exploded, the small laser pistol, which could only shoot orange-yellow light bullets, finally shot out a stream of azure light.

The blue light hit the core area of the Death Mark directly and melted through it. The Death Mark's body was severely damaged and the body short-circuited and caught fire, but this was not enough to kill the Necron sniper. It opened the hyperspace again and staggered to try to crawl in.

"Oh!"

Another gunshot rang out, and a bullet hit the fleeing Death Mark's head, ending his hope of escaping unscathed.

The mechanical body of the Death Mark fell to the ground, a green data light flowed, and after twitching a few times, the mechanical body became motionless.

The Death Mark escaped. As an elite among the Necrons, it was able to upload its own data to the terminal and transfer it to a new body when its body suffered irreversible damage.

However, facing a mortal, the assassination failed, and a mechanical body with the ability to open hyperspace was lost. This would be a shame for the Death Mark, and it would also face the wrath of the overlord who ruled it, or even the Emperor.

Behind cover on the other side, Constance blew away the white smoke from the muzzle of her rifle.

It was she who just fired the final shot at Death Mark.

Howard lowered his right hand, and Om Messiah adjusted the laser power, but the explosion also blew off three of his fingers, and his right hand was now bleeding.

Christina crawled to Howard's side, held up his shattered right hand, and looked so remorseful that she seemed about to cry.

"You don't have to blame yourself for this. What happened was beyond your ability." Howard tried to comfort the little girl.

After confirming safety, Constance also came to Howard, but she did not take credit for it. Instead, she said:

"It seems you are quite capable."

Howard didn't answer her. Instead, he raised his right hand, which was blown to pieces, and used his intact left hand and teeth to pull out the largest fragments embedded in it.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Constance and Christina, Howard's broken right hand began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bleeding stopped, the wound healed, and the broken fingers grew back.

In less than half a minute, his right hand was back to normal.

Howard even waved his recovered right hand in front of Christina:

"See, I told you, you don't have to blame yourself for this."

"Oh—so that's how you recovered from the knife I cut you with!" Constance was the first to react: "Are you immortal?"

"Don't ask too much." Howard said, "Keep this a secret for me."

Then he looked at Christina again:

"especially you."

Howard's obvious distrust made Christina's eyes dim slightly, but she still nodded:

"Yes, my lord."

At this point, Howard finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There are human invaders again, and Necron snipers again. Finally, we have dealt with them. There won’t be any more trouble this time.

The next thing to do is to find a comfortable place to lie down in a comfortable position, continue reading the book he brought with him, and wait for the Helvinson family to deal with the subsequent mess. When the time comes, he will ask the person in charge of this matter in the family for an explanation.

As Howard observed his surroundings and wondered where to lie down, the Om Messiah alarm sounded again.

Howard was almost having PTSD after hearing this voice, but he still subconsciously protected Christina and Constance behind him.

What are you doing again?

Then Howard and the other two saw green lights flashing one after another in the control room, and many undead warriors, immortals, and death marks appeared from the green light one after another.

Finally, with the sound of metal falling to the ground, a large mechanical scorpion-like vehicle was also dropped here.