Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 117 Mobilization

"Be careful, it's psychic power!" Howard loudly reminded others who had not noticed the abnormality.

As soon as he finished speaking, the airship Ivan was about to board suddenly deflated, as if being gripped by an invisible hand. The steel twisted, the glass shattered, and finally, with a loud bang, the airship was completely reduced to scrap metal.

At this time, Ivan was very close to the airship. Fortunately, Alpha stood in front of him and took almost all the damage for him when the airship exploded, so he was safe and sound.

Alpha, who withstood this round of explosion, did not suffer much damage. He was born and modified for combat, and an explosion of this magnitude was nothing to him.

Ivan slowly backed away. Although his current emotions could not be judged from his face, this explosion was obviously not part of his plan.

Under Alpha's cover, Ivan gradually retreated back to Char, and the others around him also unconsciously moved closer to their leader.

Only then did they notice that the surroundings had suddenly become unusually quiet. The sounds of gunfire and explosions that had been heard from afar from the beginning, as well as the sounds of the airships that Ivan had brought with him, had all disappeared. And it was probably not just the sounds that disappeared, but also them, because the airships that had been suppressing fire on the ground in the air were now nowhere to be seen.

"Click, click, click-"

The people around were walking on the ground and actually made a sound of stepping on the snow. It turned out that the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice, which was constantly broken and frozen, causing this sound.

"Everyone, the situation is not optimistic." Char made a judgment and said to the others, "If there is any danger, we must get Mr. Howard, the Mechanicus priest... and Arabelle out at all costs."

"I know some of you will be unhappy with this decision. Why should I die for them while they can live? It's because they are of greater value. Only when they are alive can our loved ones and friends have hope of survival. If they die, all our efforts so far will be in vain. All the people we care about will eventually become disgusting. Is this what you want to see?!"

Xia was taller than everyone present, with only Alpha barely at his level, so he could see everyone present and everyone present could see him.

"Everyone! In order to allow more people to survive... please!"

After a brief silence, someone shouted, "Fuck! Let's fight those guys!"

As soon as these words came out, the emotions of the others around them were completely aroused. They all raised their weapons and shouted:

"That's right! Fight them!" "Burn all those monsters to death!" "Kill them all!" "For the Emperor!"

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As everyone's spirits were high, Arabelle smiled at Howard and then released her hand from supporting him.

Then she walked over to Char and placed her hand on his arm. Arabelle's hand wasn't as small as those of a spoiled young lady due to her work and the gun she held, but it still looked small against Char's sturdy arm.

"I'll stay too," said Arabelle.

"Arabelle..." Char looked at the woman in front of him, whom he had called "Big Sister" a long time ago. A look of struggle appeared on his face, which should have been expressionless.

"I am also a useless person." Arabelle looked back at Ivan, then at Howard. Her gaze stayed on Howard for a little longer, but she finally retracted it.

"I'm leaving. It's not fair. It's enough for both of them to live."

"It's utterly foolish to say such discouraging things before the enemy even shows up." Ivan also stepped forward and said, "My presence here can at least double your chances of winning. As for that human, just have Alpha take him to a safe place. That charlatan knows how to use him anyway."

"Cough!" Howard coughed with his fist against his chin, and then everyone looked at him.

"I'll stay too," Howard said.

"No!" Char and Arabel objected almost simultaneously.

"Listen to me," Howard explained hurriedly. "I actually have a trump card I haven't used yet. This trump card can guarantee my immortality... Don't ask me what it is because I don't want to lie. Anyway, I can't die right now even if I want to. I might as well stay and see what the other side is doing."

"If you really have another way, why don't you use it now?" Ivan asked.

"Because if I use this trump card, everyone around me might die except me," Howard answered truthfully. "So I can't use it now, but that makes me want to stay. If you can beat them, everyone will be happy. If you can't, I can even flip the table to help you get revenge."

"You can't convince me," Ivan replied.

But Arabelle and Char were clearly persuaded. They exchanged glances, and finally Arabelle looked at Howard with an extremely serious expression and said, "I want you to promise me that you will survive no matter what."

"I promise," Howard said.

"Why would you believe his nonsensical promises?" Ivan looked at Arabelle and Char, his expression puzzled. "Just because he can make ridiculous pancakes?"

"During the time we've been together, Mr. Howard has demonstrated some...miraculous abilities, so based on this premise, we're willing to believe him," Char replied.

So although Ivan was still confused, since Char had said so, he didn't bother to argue any further.

Everything was confirmed, and Howard walked forward. The people around him unconsciously made way for the shortest human among them. The human wall parted on both sides of Howard, and soon Howard walked in front of everyone.

"I know you can hear me," Howard said to the foggy, silent front. "With such a strong psychic reaction, you could have blown us all up, but you didn't. So, come out. Let's discuss your demands and conditions."

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a round of applause came from the fog, and then a man walked out. The man was almost three meters tall, with a burly build and a bald head. Apart from the corners of his eyes and the swarms of magic flies flying around him, there were no other changes in his body.

"As expected of the miraculous pancake chef and messenger of the Om Messiah," the man began praising Howard. "He's truly extraordinary."

But Howard rolled his eyes.

Well, I was so arrogant and talked so much that the oil guy finally heard it.