Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 318 Enlightenment

The nun took Durandal, her eyes wide open, in amazement, trembling as she stroked the sword.

The long-term storage did not make it cold and desolate, and the nun could still feel a slight warmth from it.

"Thank you," the nun said.

"In addition, there is actually another reason why I called you here this time... Strictly speaking, this is the main thing. Giving you Durandal is just my personal act." Esrick said again.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" the nun asked.

But suddenly Esrick became hesitant again, as if this matter was very embarrassing.

"Go ahead," the nun encouraged. "No matter how difficult it is, I will promise you."

Finally, Esrick took out a pistol and several bullets from his pocket. The nun had never seen the style of the pistol and bullets before, and these bullets were not filled with gunpowder, but a violet liquid.

"This is a poison gas bullet," Esrick explained to the nun.

Esrick put the gun and bullets on the table, then took out a small bottle containing blue capsules.

"This is the antidote."

"What is this for?" the nun asked puzzled.

"Miss Mei, that Eldar," Esrick explained, "although she has shown sufficient sincerity, the Eldar are not trustworthy. We must prevent their betrayal."

The nun was silent.

"If they really choose to betray, the most likely time would be when they obtain the energy source. That's why the Mechanical Sage asked me to give these things to you, because you are the only one capable of countering her at that time." Esrick continued:

"Those bullets are poison bullets, made of black stone and Dying Breath. It's a targeted paralytic that can quickly paralyze the nerves and muscles of most creatures, causing them to stop breathing. However, Miss Mei is not an ordinary Eldar. Dying Breath may not kill her instantly, but it should greatly weaken her combat effectiveness."

"These toxins are also effective against humans, so please be sure to wear a combat helmet to circulate them internally when using them. You must immediately take the antidote afterward. There's no complete antidote for Dying Breath, and this bottle of antidote can only alleviate the condition. If you accidentally inhale these antidotes, it will only help alleviate the pain and prevent you from completely suffocating. Expelling the toxins will require your body's functions and the detoxification of the toxins."

Esrick's words cooled the nun's heart, which had just been warmed by her touch of Durandal.

"Whose idea was this?" asked the nun.

"That was my idea," Esric replied. "Because Vek'lor and the other nobles meant that once they got the energy, they would be killed immediately, regardless of whether the Eldar betrayed them or not."

"Sister, I know this is dishonorable, but throughout our history, we have countless times assumed the most sinister intentions of them, yet they always manage to break through the bottom line. Betrayal and lies have taken root in the soul of this race." Esrick advised.

"And I'm not saying that you should betray Miss Mei, but I'm saying that you should have some means to deal with her possible betrayal."

"That's enough," the nun interrupted Esrick. She collected the guns, bullets, and antidote from the table. "For the Empire, there's nothing dishonorable about this."

Then the nun added, "I should thank you for reminding me. Miss Mei is a special spirit. Spending these days with her almost made me forget what her race is like."

Seeing this, Esrik nodded with satisfaction and responded, "For the Empire."

Meanwhile, on the other side, the guest room

Howard turned off all the lights, but the whole house was still brightly lit.

Because Om Messiah is conducting war games.

Howard stood in the perspective of God, watching the yellow dots representing humans and the green dots representing orcs collide, entangle, and annihilate each other. In the end, Om Messiah gave a very outrageous success rate: 0%

"No? Isn't this probability a bit too low?" Howard was surprised after seeing the probability.

"Master, the addition of the Crimson Sword ensures humanity will not be completely wiped out, but breaking into the core will still be difficult," Om Messiah answered Howard's question. "The current deployment of forces is insufficient to support humanity in seizing this energy source from the orcs. However, if the sole goal is to support the human defenders within the orc territory, the success rate is 72 percent."

Howard: "Is there any way to increase the success rate?"

Om Messiah: "Master, yes, as long as I participate in this war, humanity's success rate will undergo a qualitative change."

Then Om Messiah said again, "Master, please make the decision."

Howard: "Oh my God, I need your help."

Ohm Messiah: "As you command, Master. The success rate will be reset."

It was another similar deduction, but this time, the yellow light spot that was originally blocked outside the core area broke through the blockade of the green light spot and successfully entered the most central area of the orc territory.

And this time Ohm Messiah gave a new probability:?

Howard: "What's going on?"

Om Messiah: "Master, after you remove my restrictions, according to my calculations, the success rate of humans breaking into the core area has increased from less than one in ten million to 92%. However, this process will result in a loss of 86% of combat power. I can only guarantee that you, Miss Gloria, Miss Mei, and the remaining 13% of combat power will enter the core area."

Om Messiah continued, "There are many powerful orcs in the core area, but I can handle them. However, there is also an orc war leader there. I don't have the data of this war leader, so I can't make a specific judgment."

Howard: "Miss May said she could deal with that orc. What about substituting this data?"

After a brief calculation, Om Messiah replied, "Master, if you substitute this data, the chance of success is 27 percent."

Still very low.

But Howard suddenly had an idea.

Howard: "Om Messiah, do you have any way to weaken the strength or number of the orcs guarding there before we enter the core area... I mean, can you make some noise to lure the orcs away?"

This time, Om Messiah remained silent for longer than the previous two calculations. After an unknown amount of time, the phone replied:

"Master, I can make the Crimson Sword deviate from its course and force it to land in the Orcs' garbage city. This will attract over 90% of the Orcs in the entire Orc stronghold."

"Will the Crimson Sword's machine spirit agree?" Howard was stunned.

Back then on the Sherlock, Om Messiah had clearly stated that it had tried to have the Sherlock activate its internal machine guns to eliminate all living creatures except Howard, but was rejected by the Sherlock's machine soul.

"Master, the Crimson Sword is deeply frustrated," Om Messiah said. "It told me it wishes to die a heroic death as a warrior, not to linger on. As long as I can ensure the survival of the crew members after the forced landing, the Crimson Sword will agree to my method."

"No, no, absolutely not!" Howard rejected this crazy plan bluntly.

After what he had experienced these days, Howard knew that although Esrick could be considered insidious and cunning in some aspects, among the imperial nobles, his qualities were worthy of being called a saint. Moreover, the Crimson Sword was his only remaining spaceship, and he could not destroy it.

"Never think of taking advantage of the Crimson Sword," Howard warned repeatedly. "And if you have time, give it some... psychological counseling?"

Giving psychological counseling to a spaceship sounds strange.

Ohm Messiah: "As you command, Master. I will enlighten it."