Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 186 Gloria

Half an hour later.

The nun was speeding on the sand with Howard. The nun did not consider Howard's safety or comfort at all. Howard was placed horizontally on the back seat, or in fact, there was no back seat on this individual motorcycle. The combat nun placed Howard on the rear wheel cover of the motorcycle.

The hot copper pipe as thick as an arm was poking Howard's ribs. Because it was placed horizontally, Howard's upper and lower body extended from both sides of the wheel cover. His head was less than half a meter from the ground, and his face was only about twenty centimeters away from the rapidly transmitting tire.

Every time he crossed a sand dune, the sand and gravel stirred up by the rear wheel would splash on Howard's face, but Howard had no intention of adjusting his posture because he now needed to hold on tightly to the protrusions on the back cover of the Demon to barely maintain his balance. If he let go and tried to adjust his posture, he would most likely lose his balance and fall.

Based on the speed of the sand receding above his head and the wind resistance he felt on his skin, Howard initially estimated that the nun's speed would not be much slower than when the plane came.

At this speed, if he fell, even if landing on the sand would be considered a soft landing, because it is impossible for his body to touch the ground at the same time, different parts of his body would fall to the ground in a certain order, and the resistance of the part that falls to the ground first would increase first, resulting in a speed difference with the part of the body that falls later. The uneven transfer of kinetic energy would still cause deviations in the angular velocity of various parts of his body.

In simple terms, if he fell down now, his body would either be smashed into pieces or twisted into a pretzel.

This is also the reason why the nun did not tie his hands and feet. If Howard wanted to jump out of the car and escape at such a high speed, it would be no different from suicide. No one in his right mind would make such a decision.

"Squeak—"

Suddenly, the brake pads on the rear wheel of the motorcycle locked up, making a teeth-grinding sound. Howard felt that if he was wearing glasses, the lenses would probably be shattered by the sharp friction sound. Then, the motorcycle ridden by the Battle Nun tilted slightly to one side. The nun stretched out one leg to support the ground to prevent the stopped motorcycle from falling over due to loss of balance.

After stopping, the Battle Sister read a sudden message. Then Howard heard the Sister's loud question from the helmet: "What? You said these orcs are dead?"

Then, as if sensing something, the nun turned around and looked at Howard, who she had thrown on the rear wheel hood, but she was still talking to the person on the other end of the communication device: "No! Wait until I get over there!"

This brief call ended quickly. The nun just glanced at Howard without saying anything more. Then she started the motorcycle again, much faster than before.

Soon, the nun came to the place where she met the orcs, which was also the edge of the pile of orc corpses that Howard had left earlier.

After braking, the rear wheel of the nun's motorcycle swung ninety degrees and stopped at the edge of the pile of corpses. At this time, in addition to the nun, some imperial pioneers had arrived here. These imperial soldiers also stopped in front of the pile of corpses and took a defensive posture, and no one went any further to explore inside.

At this time, about four hours had passed since Freya instantly killed all the orcs outside the garbage city. The orc corpses had shown signs of melting, and the green sticky juices were blending and penetrating each other, and a thin layer of mycelium had grown.

"What's going on?" The nun stopped the car and asked a technician who was examining the bodies.

"No external injuries were found..." The technician gave a preliminary assessment: "They died at the same time. The specific cause requires the assistance of more sophisticated instruments to analyze."

"We need more sophisticated instruments?! Is it possible?!" The nun immediately became angry after hearing this answer: "How long do you think these alien corpses can maintain their normal form? By the time your so-called sophisticated instruments are brought here, they will have turned to water!"

"I can't help it..." The technician looked very embarrassed. "I'm only here to repair ordnance failures on the battlefield. Asking me to analyze these things is beyond my scope. I..."

The technician was still explaining something, but the nun interrupted him with a word: "Corporal, are you looking for excuses for your incompetence?"

After hearing the Battle Sister's lecture, the technician immediately shut up.

However, the Battle Sister did not make things difficult for the technician any further. It was not because the Battle Sister forgave his mistakes, but because the Battle Sister knew that there would be no point in continuing to make things difficult for him. If she killed the technician, she could find out the truth about the bizarre deaths of these orcs. The Battle Sister would not hesitate at all.

Thinking of this, the nun remembered Howard, who had been thrown on the rear wheel cover by her. She grabbed Howard's collar and threw him into the sand, then took out the explosive weapon and pointed it at him.

"Mortal, you just came here riding an orc's car. What happened here?" the nun asked.

Howard kept shaking his head, which could be understood as "I don't know" or "I can't say".

But the nun obviously thought Howard's answer was the first one, and she didn't dwell on whether Howard was lying, because now she had more important tasks to do than interrogating this suspicious mortal.

She didn't think that this mortal was telling the truth, but as long as she carried this mortal with her, he would not be able to escape. There would be plenty of time to interrogate him slowly in the future, but now the key information on the battlefield might be lost with every second of delay.

The nun retracted the explosive weapon, threw Howard back onto the rear wheel cover, and then she climbed onto the motorcycle again.

"go ahead!"

The Sister gave orders to the other Imperial Vanguards around her.

"But...but Sister Gloria...now that all the enemies are dead, why rush forward? Why not reunite with the main force and slowly deal with these bodies?" Another Astra Militarum soldier spoke up. "No matter what happened here, the enemies were already dead before we arrived. We managed to save our lives, so why risk it again..."

"boom!"

While the Astra Militarum soldier was still trying to persuade him, a nun named Gloria suddenly pulled out a bolt weapon and smashed his head.

"So, even as you entered the battlefield for the Emperor, you harbored the despicable thought of escaping death?" the Sister questioned the remaining people. "To have killed so many Orcs must be a terrifying force. We must find out what happened, even if it means sacrificing everyone present. The answer to all this is likely somewhere among these Orc corpses, fading away with every passing moment. I am deeply disappointed that as soldiers of the Empire, you actually value your own lives above the interests of the Empire."

As she spoke, Gloria looked around at the Imperial Navy and a few battle nuns of lower rank than her. Although she was wearing a combat helmet, her gaze was still as hot as a branding iron, causing pain to everyone.

Then the Battle Sister started the motorcycle engine again and gave the order again:

"go ahead!"