Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 283 Confusion

nun.

The nun without armor.

She was wearing a gray vest on her upper body and shorts on her lower body. She had a thin chain hanging around her neck, with the end of the chain tucked into her collar. Her clothes were quite cool.

If another woman dressed like this, Howard would probably give her a thumbs up, but this is a nun, so Howard won't.

The reason why I didn't give a thumbs up was not because I was afraid of the nun, but because even if the nun was dressed like that, there was nothing attractive about her.

There were no soft lines of a woman on the nun's exposed skin, but instead muscles, big muscles.

The last woman with muscles Howard had seen was Arabelle... Judging from her fighting performance, theoretically Mavis had some too, but before Howard saw her muscles, the woman became Mavis-chan.

Although Mei also has muscles, Douya is naturally free of body fat, and will not gain weight even if they overeat, so they are excluded.

Arabelle also has muscles, but her muscles are softer than those of the nun. Her arm muscles are like strands, like tough yet elastic fibers.

The nun's arm muscles were like rocks, piece by piece. Howard estimated that if he took a bite of them, his teeth would hurt.

Howard remembered that Arabelle had six abdominal muscles and her thighs were tight and strong, but as a normal human being, her abdominal muscles and thigh muscles were at least covered with a thin layer of fat and skin. When Arabelle stood up and stretched her body, her abdominal groove would be concave, but when she sat down, the muscles would at least be hidden a little.

The nun was even more impressive. There wasn't a single piece of fat around her waist or legs... No, I should say there wasn't a single piece of fat. Her eight abdominal muscles were visible even through her clothes.

Her thighs were even more terrifying, with marble-like muscles bulging outward, enough to crush watermelons, durians, coconuts, and even Howard's head.

If it weren't for the four ounces of unrefined flesh still left on the chest, Howard might have thought it was the body of some tough guy after the head was removed.

In addition to her scary body curves, the nun's body also has many minus points.

The first is the powered armor interfaces she implanted in various joints of her body.

Although the Sisters of Battle did not undergo deep transformation like the Space Marines and have black shells implanted under their skin, in order to better use their force feedback power armor, they also implanted interfaces at the junction of their bodies and power armor for better control.

But in Howard's opinion, the several small mechanical interfaces scattered on the nun's body were a complete deduction, and he had no XP in this area.

The second is the scars on the nun's body.

The nun's body bore many traces of battle: bullet holes, knife scars, and skin that had grown back after being burned by flames and was a different color from the surrounding skin.

Although these scars are not dense or scary, they are not aesthetically pleasing at all, and make the nun's already low physical score even worse.

The final penalty option is deformity.

This does not mean that the nun's organs or limbs are crooked, but rather that the muscles are deformed.

The nun's fingers had already developed significant bending and deflection from prolonged use of a gun and sword, and the muscles in her forearms and calves had adapted to the shape of the power armor, becoming concave and deformed due to long-term contact with it.

At first, when Howard saw the deformed muscles and exaggerated blood vessels on the nun's arms and calves, he thought she was having cramps or that she was a comic book wrestler who had walked into reality.

In short, the nun's body can be a proof of her glory and bravery, every scar left by the battle is her medal, and every deformed muscle is a testimony to her hard training.

But from an aesthetic point of view, this body is not attractive at all, it can even be said to be shocking, because even the trainers have never seen muscles built to this level.

Howard stared at the nun in a daze for a long time, but the nun didn't seem angry. When Howard came to his senses, the first thing he did was to close the door.

Is there something wrong?

Howard counted to three in his mind and then opened the door.

The nun was still outside.

Howard closed the door again, but this time he opened it a little and peered outside.

"Don't you welcome me?" the nun asked Howard, who was hiding behind the door and looking at her with his waist bent.

Now that the nun said so, Howard only had one choice left.

"Just a moment, please," Howard said, and slammed the door.

Because he wasn't dressed yet.

After closing the door, he immediately opened the large wardrobe in the guest room, which was filled with all kinds of gorgeous clothes.

Tomorrow's awakening ceremony is an important occasion, so the Governor thoughtfully prepared many sets of clothes of different styles for him to choose from. Howard rummaged through all the clothes and finally found a few sets of loose clothes suitable for home wear.

After changing his clothes, Howard opened the door completely and stepped aside: "Come in."

The nun broke into Howard's room like this. After she came in, she curled up on the sofa without saying a word, and seemed a little depressed.

Then she saw the fermented juice that Howard took out, and without asking Howard, she picked up the can of drink, opened the pull ring with one hand, and took a big gulp.

Howard walked to the stove where he had just been cooking, leaned on it, and asked, "Why do you come to see me so late?"

The nun took another sip of the fermented juice and then crushed the empty can.

"In your eyes..." The nun hesitated and began the conversation with a bad start, but her subsequent words brought the strange atmosphere back: "Am I the same as those people in your eyes?"

Howard took out another can of fermented juice from the refrigerator and placed it in front of the nun. He knew that no amount of alcohol could harm a superhuman like a nun.

Then Howard took the seat next to the nun and asked.

"Which people?"

"Just..." The battle sister was speechless for a moment, because she felt a little unethical to accuse others behind their backs, but she finally made up her mind.

"Just like those nobles...those greedy, cowardly, and cruel people. Am I the same as them in your eyes?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Howard continued to ask?

"What do you think?" the nun asked unhappily.

"I don't know," Howard replied.

"Of course it's true!" The nun looked a little angry.

"Okay! Then tell the truth." Howard said.

This behavior of asking the nun whether to hear the truth or a lie seems unnecessary and stupid, but it is not. This is a disclaimer.

"You asked me if I think you're the same as those nobles." Howard repeated the nun's question and gave his own answer: "Of course not."

The nun's expression seemed to ease a little, but then Howard stabbed her again.

"In fact, when we first met, you were even worse than these people in my eyes."

"boom!"

The nun squeezed the unopened jar in her hand and burst it, sending white bubbles spraying everywhere.

Howard, who had anticipated this, was certainly not frightened. Instead, he was waiting with interest for what the nun would do.

After a long silence, the nun threw the crushed can into the garbage disposal.

Then she picked up the folded napkin on the dining table and began to wipe away the bubbles that had been sprayed.

After everything was cleaned up, she asked again, "Why?"

"Because those nobles, although greedy and foolish, knew deep down that they weren't good people. They never claimed to be moral role models or practitioners of the Divine Emperor's will."

Howard gave a straightforward answer:

"Whether they ordered the general attack in advance or behaved in the meeting today, it has nothing to do with faith or loyalty. Their starting point is one and only one: their own interests."

Howard then changed the subject:

"But you are different, my respected angel. You were willing to sacrifice an entire planet of your compatriots and still considered yourself righteous. Even worse than a bad person is someone who is unaware of their evil. Even worse than someone who is unaware of their evil is someone who commits evil and still considers himself noble."