Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 302: All Glory Belongs to the Divine Emperor

When Howard put his bleeding fingers into the mouth of the baby in the nun's arms, the gunshots, shouts and pleading sounds from the outside world seemed to fade away from him at this moment.

He wanted to concentrate on saving the child.

The child's mouth was so dry that when Howard's finger first touched her tongue, he thought he was touching a piece of plastic.

The child didn't react at all to Howard putting his hand into her mouth or even to the nun's previous attempt to snatch it away. She just breathed hard, using all her strength just to stay alive.

But as Howard pumped more blood into her mouth, her condition visibly improved.

First, the large patches of lupus on her body caused by allergies gradually disappeared. Then, the child's fever began to subside, her body temperature dropped, and her body color gradually returned to normal.

"Wow! Sister! She's recovered!" Nakhimov, who was watching from the side, witnessed this miracle, and then she shouted loudly to the clan mother: "Mom! Mom! She's recovered! She's recovered!"

The tribeswoman who heard Nakhimov's call stayed where she was, and the frequency of her men's attacks rapidly decreased until it reached zero.

But Howard didn't pay attention to these things. He felt saliva secreted from the child's mouth again, and then his finger was sucked.

Howard's body tensed up, not because he was nervous, but because he found that the child was deliberately licking his wound. The feeling was not uncomfortable but very strange.

Alas, alas, you little rascal, just suck some blood and stop licking my flesh!

Howard cursed in his heart, and then the next second, he pulled his finger out with an "Ouch!"

Because the little scoundrel has started to bite him.

When Howard pulled his hand out, the child reached out to Howard and wanted to continue biting his fingers, but Howard did not respond, so she finally started crying and making a fuss like a normal child.

Howard shook the saliva off his hands and wiped it on his body, then he took the crying child from the nun who looked disgusted.

The moment Howard took the child, she stopped crying and reached out to Howard to touch his face.

Howard had no choice but to put his hands under the child's ribs and hold her at a distance, while the clan mother on the other side was already stunned.

"You...what did you do?" Eliza asked in disbelief.

"I told you I have a way to save her! I said it at least twice! But you didn't listen to a word I said and now you ask me again?" Howard was furious when he heard this.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop pulling my ears!" Howard dodged the child's grabbing hands and stretched her towards her grandmother: "Take your child back, she's fine."

So the clan mother walked towards Howard cautiously and tentatively, but when she passed by the nun, the nun stopped her and reset her shoulder.

Finally, Howard handed the child to the clan mother, who almost snatched the child away and held him tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Give your other children more hugs, coax them, and play with them," Howard couldn't help but say, "Since you've brought them into this world, you shouldn't just feed them; you should also take responsibility for them."

But the grandmother was so focused on contemplating her newly restored baby that she didn't seem to hear what Howard said at all.

Howard sighed in his heart. What he said was actually unnecessary. If the material foundation could keep up, which parent would not want to spend more time with their children?

Then he looked at Jasmine and apologized to the girl, "Jasmine, please forgive me for what I did just now. The situation was urgent, and this ability... this ability is a secret that I don't want to reveal unless it's absolutely necessary. Please understand."

The girl just smiled and shook her head at Howard.

"You two," Howard said to May and Gloria, "well done."

Both women responded to Howard's compliments with their own courtesy.

At this time, the communication device that Howard had just knocked away rang again, and this time everyone looked at Howard, waiting for his instructions.

"Don't answer it," Howard said. "It's not over yet."

As expected, Jasmine did not pick up the communicator thrown on the garbage dump.

"How long will it take?" Howard asked the nun again.

"An hour," the nun replied, knowing Howard was asking how long it would take until the scheduled ignition time.

There is still some time.

"Ms. Eliza, I can save your child and your people, but you must obey my orders and meet my conditions, okay?"

Eliza, who had long been impressed by the miracles Howard had shown, nodded continuously.

"First, have your men prepare a clean vessel, boil water, and prepare some ingredients for the soup," Howard said. Noticing Eliza was still listening, he added, "Give the order now. We're running out of time!"

"Nasimov! You go!" The clan mother gave a brief order.

"Okay!" Nakhimov agreed, and then took that person and another person to work.

"Second, once your people have recovered, they must immediately cooperate with the planetary governor... Of course, I'm not asking you to give up other conditions. You must not give up even a single bit of the power you should strive for. However, you must prioritize. The Empire is fighting the Orks down there, and this ship is crucial. You must restore it to a combat-ready state as soon as possible."

"I promise you that." Eliza nodded.

"Third... third point, I'm not just asking you, I'm asking everyone here." Howard looked around and said, "Please keep all the unusual things you've seen about me today confidential."

"Especially you, Miss Jasmine." Howard looked at Jasmine. "Sister and May have always known about my ability, but I have been hiding it from you. If it weren't for this incident, I would have continued to hide it."

"But now you know about this. I know you're loyal to the Governor, but I don't want him to know about this... I don't intend to threaten you or use any other methods to force you to keep it secret. I just want a promise from you." Howard asked, "Can you fulfill this small request of mine, Miss Jasmine?"

"I promise you, I will never mention or hint anything about your blood to anyone in any way in the future." Jasmine made a very complete guarantee.

"Thank you."

Soon the water was boiled, and Howard stood next to another big pot and cut his wrist under the watchful eyes of others.

Blood splattered into the pot, but not enough to stain the water red.

Howard didn't know exactly how much blood was needed, but he could see that there were a lot of injured people in this place, so naturally the more the better.

During this period, his wounds healed several times, but were then opened again.

Howard didn't wrap the wound with gauze until he seemed a little dazed from bleeding.

With the blessing of the power of the Goddess of Life, his wounds healed quickly, and Howard did not waste any time and threw the gauze stained with his own blood into it.

Afterwards, in order to cover up the smell of blood, the clan mother ordered people to pour a few bottles of red wine into it, and broke some bread into it to thicken it, and finally threw in a few dried fish.

The wine might have been brewed by slave workers themselves, or it might have been supplies they had looted from the spacecraft that they hadn't been able to take away. The bread might have been made from recycled starch, but the dried fish was outrageous.

These slaves never left the ship when it was abandoned, so this dried fish could be Howard's uncle at least in terms of age.

According to Eliza, the dried fish was used to provide salt and to mask the bloody taste of the soup with the flavor of the pickled food.

Soon the big pot of soup was ready and distributed.

Those slave laborers who were only breathing in but not out gradually recovered after drinking the bowl of soup with blood and salt.

By the time the soup pot was fully distributed, everyone had received a bowl of soup, even the healthy Nakhimov and the babies on the garbage throne.

The slaves who had recovered their health began to wail after they were able to move again, as if they wanted to shout out all the resentment accumulated in their bodies. For a moment, the sound of wailing was heard all around.

But soon the wailing subsided because they could feel that they had recovered their health. They knew that they got better because they drank the bowl of hot soup, and they also knew that the soup came from their grandmother's pot.

It was unknown who took the lead first, but these slaves who had been given the blood soup knelt on the ground one after another. They worshiped the garbage throne and sang the names of Eliza and the God-Emperor with great piety.

This is also part of Howard's condition. No one else can know the efficacy of his blood, including the other people here, naturally including the patients here.

After all, only less than ten people saw and understood that he had saved a baby with his blood.

He didn't want these slaves to know that he had saved people with his blood. If this matter spread, they would have to call him "Messiah" again.

Even though he knew it felt great to be praised by so many people kneeling down, he still didn't want to trade places with Eliza at that moment.

It's nice to be a spectator at a time like this.

"you are……"

But Jasmine next to him raised a question. Just when Howard was thinking that the title of "Messiah" was something he couldn't avoid, Jasmine continued:

"Are you a living saint?"

Howard was stunned for two seconds, then nodded firmly:

"Yes! I am a living saint! Praise the Divine Emperor! All honor and achievements belong to the Divine Emperor!"

The nun who had put away her chainsword and bolter looked at Howard as if he was fooling around.

But Howard just fooled around like that.

That’s right, all honor and achievements belong to the Divine Emperor.

So whatever merits and beliefs you have, just give them to him. He has a strong life and can handle it.