Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 119 Scepter

The distance between Cecil and Char and the others was about twenty meters. Howard walked with a limp because his fracture had not healed yet.

But when he was halfway there, he suddenly heard someone shout, "Heresy!"

While Howard was still confused, Cecil had already reacted before him. The psychic suddenly turned around and released a psychic attack behind him.

But the man rushing towards him seemed to be surrounded by an invisible barrier, and Cecil's spiritual energy was dissipated by this barrier before it hit the other party. In a moment, the other party had rushed in front of Cecil, and then raised the weapon in his hand and smashed it at him.

In a hurry, Cecil could only open the psychic barrier for defense, but the weapon in the opponent's hand directly ignored his barrier and hit his shoulder solidly.

The weapon was a silver-plated scepter with lily patterns hollowed out all over it, and a strip of cloth covered with scriptures was glued to the surface with red sealing wax.

This is the scepter of the Middle Nest Priest, and the only one who can use this scepter is the Gene Harvester Priest Francis.

Cecil obviously didn't expect that someone would suddenly come out to disrupt the situation when he was sure of victory. He couldn't understand how the other party could evade his detection and run so close to him. If he hadn't shouted "heretic", he might not have been able to find him.

But Cecil knew now was not the time to dwell on these things. The silver-plated scepter seemed to hold some mysterious power. Even through a thick layer of cloth, Cecil's skin was rapidly melting where it came in contact with the scepter. Without further ado, he kicked Francis away and, like shaking off a burning coal, threw off the scepter, which had melted into his shoulder.

But suddenly his body stiffened, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and then he fell straight down.

After he fell, it was revealed that there was someone standing behind him, it was Arabelle.

The moment Francis ran out and attracted Cecil's attention, Arabelle silently rushed towards him from the blind spot of Cecil's sight. In order to avoid attracting attention, Arabelle did not use a gun or power weapon, but used the hidden throat-cutting knife on her mechanical hand.

As Cecil kicked the priest away, Arabelle was already behind him, and the throat-slitting knife pierced his brain unhindered through the gap between his skull and spine.

Most psychics are like glass cannons. A psychic can kill someone with one blow. If someone else's attack breaks through the defense and hits the psychic, the psychic can also be killed with one blow.

"Finish off, finish off, finish off!" Howard immediately started to get angry after discovering that he had inexplicably turned the tables: "Burn him! Burn him! Don't let him come back to life!"

Char followed immediately. He fired a laser at maximum power and shone it on the body of the psychic who was still twitching but not yet dead. A moment later, Cecil turned into a puff of black smoke.

Even though he possesses the power from the warp, in essence, he is just a human body.

After completely erasing Cecil, no one immediately let their guard down.

First they dealt with the Nurgle beast. After the Nurgle beast dealt with the mutated Dylan, he came. After killing Dylan, this psychic came.

Now that they have killed the psychic, who knows what monsters will come next.

But after a long while, there was still silence all around, without any unusual movement, and everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

"Francis, why are you here suddenly? I remember I didn't send you a distress signal." At this time, Xia asked this key question.

"The church was attacked by blasphemous creatures. We found that holy oil and silver could effectively kill these creatures, so I kept chasing them. After I expelled those filth, I saw an abnormal flash of light here, so I came over to check the situation." Francis answered truthfully.

The abnormal flash he mentioned was probably caused by the antimatter bullet fired by Ivan. Although Cecil limited the heat and shock wave of the antimatter explosion, he did not limit the light.

"Can I see your scepter?" Howard asked.

"Of course." Francis handed the scepter to Howard with both hands, and Howard also took it with both hands.

The scepter appeared to be made primarily of tin, plated with silver, and topped with a finger-sized ruby. It was old, but well-maintained, with a thin layer of wax carefully applied to the surface and crevices.

It was just an ordinary scepter, and Howard didn't find any electronic components on it.

But he saw it clearly just now. The scepter hit Cecil's shoulder and almost melted it through.

"Excuse me, how did you get this scepter?" Howard asked again.

Francis hesitated and remained silent upon hearing this question, but in the end he chose to speak the truth: "This is my adoptive father's scepter. On that planet, he was a priest of the Underhive. After his death, I inherited his legacy and duties... It was because of his teachings that I was able to distinguish truth from falsehood much earlier."

"Thank you very much," Howard said, and he also understood why the scepter had this effect.

This involves the metaphysical setting of the Warhammer universe.

In the Warhammer universe, faith is real and useful.

An ordinary pistol, if placed in a church for hundreds of years, may be able to kill the devil with one shot.

Similarly, this scepter has been with priests for generations and has read countless scriptures. It is not surprising that it can cause damage to people from the Chaos-related faction.

Emm...then why is it okay for me to hold it...is it because I don’t have a soul?

However, after getting this scepter, Howard finally understood what he needed to do and how to do it.

"Guys, this is far from over," Howard said.

The survivors around had relaxed, but after Howard said this, those who were waiting loaded their guns and those who were waiting drew their swords, and immediately became ready to fight at any time.

"As everyone has seen, in addition to those patients infected with the plague and those traitors who succumbed to the plague, there are also many inhuman monsters in the middle nest." Howard's tone was calm and his words were clear. Although his voice was not loud, everyone present could hear it clearly.

"These monsters come from somewhere else, from the plague's homeland. Normally, they can't set foot in reality, but now they appear here." Howard continued, "And this means that a 'door' leading to the plague's homeland has been opened. If we can't close the 'door', the plague will never be stopped. However, I estimate that the scale of the 'door' is not large yet, so the ones coming out of it are just these weak and brainless monsters. But if we leave it alone, one day, something even more terrifying will come through this door. So now is not the time to rest, we must close the 'door' as soon as possible."

Howard then held the scepter high so that everyone present could see it clearly.

"And this scepter is the key to closing the door."

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Let me talk about some gossip, although no one may want to hear it. Actually, I didn't want to take up the main text to write gossip, but the author has something to say and there is a 300-word limit, which is not enough, so please forgive me.

It was 2:56 AM on the 25th when I began writing this. Less than half an hour earlier, I had just shut down my computer and finished writing the two chapters I'd published today. Around 8:00 AM, I had to get up to accompany my grandmother to the hospital for a dressing change. This routine has been going on for almost a month now.

This month is the first month that I have decided to get full attendance every two days. Thanks to everyone's support, my monthly listening and reading income allows me to get this full attendance. Thank you very much.

But during this month and a half, a lot of things happened at home. First, I had to work overtime at the company. After the overtime period was over, I had to go back to my hometown for family matters. The day after I returned from my hometown, my grandmother fell and was injured. I stayed with her in the hospital all this time.

Because of a series of accidents, my limited manuscripts were completely used up.

When I first started writing, I would read almost every reader's paragraph review, chapter review, and book review, and would reply to them as much as possible. Now, there is less interaction.

It’s not that I’m lazy or aloof, I just really don’t have time to interact, please forgive me.

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When writing the plot related to Slaanesh, I have plenty of time and drafts. After writing the later chapters, I can fine-tune the previous chapters according to the subsequent plot, and I still have time to polish my writing style. Now, I basically write and publish one chapter at a time.

Then the next day I looked back at some of the things I had written and I didn’t even dare to read them.

If what I want to write is rated 100%, then few of the chapters in this month would pass the test.

I feel sorry for all my readers and for my work.

And sometimes, because I really don’t have the time, I can only water down the number of words.

I remember the chapter where William appeared. I was on the train at the time and was not used to lying in the berth, so I ran to the junction of the two carriages and wrote the two chapters that day.

It was already four in the morning when I finished writing. The iron sheet of the train was swaying under my feet, the dark mountains were stretching out outside the window, and the sky in the distance seemed to have turned white.

Logically speaking, four o'clock is still too early for the sun to rise! The sky shouldn't be white. Could it be that because I was unconscious at the time, my brain automatically rendered a non-existent image?

All in all, this is a precious memory, and I will probably remember it for many years to come.

The current plot is about Nurgle. In fact, judging from the outline, this part of the plot is not necessarily worse than the Slaanesh part, and after this part of the plot is finished, the real purpose behind the whole book will be revealed.

The plot of Slaanesh is one circle, and the plot of Nurgle is another.

But I failed to write it well. It’s not that the plot is boring, it’s that my writing is boring.

I still say that I am sorry to all my readers and to my work.

Of course, the reason I write this is not that I want to complain or make excuses for the decline in the quality of my articles.

After I am done with my work, or after I finish this book, I will revise the previous imperfect chapters.

In the future, there will no longer be any situation where the main text is occupied by gossip.

Finally, this is not a statement of running away, thank you everyone.

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