Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 132 Insulation

The closer they got to the clock room, the more obvious the uneasiness in everyone's hearts became.

When he was less than twenty meters away from the clock room, Char knelt heavily on the ground. He used his battle axe to support his body to prevent himself from falling.

His body had been stretched to its limit, and so had his mind.

He heard the noise and was drowned in whispers, as if he was surrounded by ten million people, who stretched out their dry and pale hands, peeled off his scalp, chiseled open his skull, and stuffed all kinds of crazy ideas into his brain.

He tried to nibble on a pancake, but the momentary clarity it brought was swallowed up by madness. The scene before his eyes flickered rapidly, like a low-frame movie, the image constantly switching between reality and unspeakable chaos. He dared not move forward, for he didn't know if his battle axe would strike the enemy or the friendly soldiers beside him.

Arabelle was in the same situation. She opened her eyes but could not see anything clearly. Everything in front of her looked like an overexposed and blurry photo. She held the gun blindly, and when she was about to pull the trigger, she realized that she was pointing at her comrade.

"Howard!" She instinctively called out the name before her sanity ran out.

At this time, a person stood in front of her to block the surging noise for her. Then the person reached out his hand to her and gently stroked her forehead.

Arabelle shuddered violently, like a seasick person stepping onto solid ground. Her swollen and ringing eardrums instantly recovered, the pressure being relieved considerably. The noisy fog was blown away by the gentle breeze, and her senses, shrouded in delusion, fell heavily back to the ground.

"Haa ...

She looked up at the person in front of her and, as expected, saw a familiar face.

“This light… huh… the light from the clock room can’t affect you, right?” Arabelle gasped.

Howard nodded, he loosened his hand, leaving a bloody handprint on Arabelle's forehead, and then he put his hand on Char's forehead again.

At this time, Xia Ya's head was severely congested, his face was red like a cooked shrimp, and the blood vessels on the surface were bulging and could explode at any time.

His intracranial pressure had risen to a terrifying level. The tube behind him was supposed to pump sanity drugs into his brain, but now the pale yellow, transparent cerebrospinal fluid with blood streaks was flowing into the tube instead.

But after Howard left a bloody handprint on his forehead, Xia also trembled slightly and slowly returned to normal.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Howard, please let me rest for a while." After recovering, Char told Howard his actual situation.

"Are you hurt?!" Then Char saw Howard's hand. Howard's left hand was already stained with blood, which was still dripping down. He collected the dripping blood with a helmet he picked up casually.

"I rowed it myself," Howard replied.

"The Messiah gave you blood to protect you from evil." At this time, Mavis also came over. Among this group of people, except Howard, she was the only one who could maintain the most basic sanity.

Howard ignored Mavis.

Everyone was affected after approaching the clock room. Even Arabelle and Char almost lost their minds, not to mention others.

But Howard keenly discovered a phenomenon, that is, the people in front of him and beside him were in a worse situation, while the people behind him were generally more awake. When the people in front and on both sides had begun to drop their weapons and wailed, the people following behind him could still barely raise their guns and shoot.

So Howard suddenly had a bold guess: in addition to being immune to the influence of the subspace, he could also, to a certain extent, prevent the influence of the subspace on other people.

Under normal circumstances, he would have conducted detailed and rigorous experiments to confirm this hypothesis, but the situation was urgent and Howard did not have time to think. He immediately cut his palm with the ruby pendant on his chest, and then smeared the blood on the forehead of the person closest to him who was holding his head and wailing.

It turned out that Howard guessed right.

He is a warp insulator, and his blood has a similar effect.

In short, under the effect of Howard's blood, most people regained consciousness. The few who were treated later fell completely into madness and were irreversible, so they had to be eliminated.

"Msaya, you have once again performed miracles in front of everyone. Are you still unwilling to accept your identity now?" Mavis asked.

Howard rolled his eyes at her.

If I hadn't read a few books, I might have been fooled by her.

Isolating the influence of the Warp is not a particularly rare ability. Any Untouchable can isolate the Warp phenomena and psychic energy within a certain area, and there is no need to smear blood on other people's foreheads like Howard did.

The surroundings gradually calmed down, and the remaining people discovered that since they entered a certain boundary near the clock room, the chaos monsters no longer attacked them, but stared at them from afar.

This limit is also the limit of madness. If Howard had not discovered that his blood could suppress the influence of the subspace, I am afraid that everyone here except Howard and Mavis would have become crazy.

After a short break, Char stood up again and wanted to move forward, but Howard stopped him.

"I'm going alone," Howard said.

"I'm with you!" Arabelle and Mavis said at the same time.

Howard smiled at Arabelle and said, "Let me go alone. If you go, not only will you be unable to help, but I'll have to take care of you."

Since Howard said so, Arabelle no longer insisted.

Howard then turned to Mavis and said, "You stay here too! You and I were the ones who slacked off the most along the way. You won't be able to help at all, so you stay here and protect everyone!"

"Messiah, what does slacking off mean?" Mavis asked.

"Um... the word 'moyu' means being lazy in my hometown..." Howard explained, "Anyway, you have to stay here too."

Finally Howard convinced everyone, but just as he was about to go to the clock room, Arabelle stopped him.

She gave him a grenade and her revolver.

"After throwing the grenade, you must lie down immediately. The use of this revolver is the same as the gun I gave you before, but the recoil is much greater, so you have to be careful."

Arabelle calmly explained to Howard how to use weapons. As she spoke, she lowered her head to help Howard pack his luggage. Her hair was messy and her face was covered in blood and dirt, but her eyes were very bright. She patiently folded Howard's collar, buttoned up the loose buttons, and smoothed out the wrinkles.

"I'll wait for you to come back." Arabelle looked into Howard's eyes, then she held up Howard's face and pressed her lips against his.