Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 153 Flesh and Blood

At the end of the long staircase was a small rusty iron door. Francis took out a traditional mechanical key and opened the mechanical lock on the door.

The door creaked open and dim light shone through the gap.

Behind the door was a small, enclosed room. The only furniture was a table placed in the center of the room. A desk lamp was on the table, and the dim light in the room came from here.

In addition to the desk lamp, there is a water bottle on the table with a flower in it.

The woman with her long red hair was sitting quietly on the ground with her back to the door, looking at the flowers in the vase.

"I'm so sorry..." Francis started to speak but was stopped by Howard.

Because from the moment the door opened, Howard smelled the stench that could only be produced by infected creatures.

Howard walked slowly over to Arabelle and sat down beside her, looking at the withered flower with her.

The vase contained the lily that Howard had given to Arabelle. The petals of the lily had turned yellow and withered. The roots of the lily in the vase grew wildly, and then rotted due to lack of oxygen, and a thick layer of dirt floated on the water surface.

Arabelle didn't react at all to Howard sitting next to her. Her skin was pale and gray, her eyes had completely turned gray-green, and her lips were chapped and covered with dead skin.

In Arabelle's arms was a small corpse, nestled against her, already dried up and decaying.

Howard lifted Arabelle's long hair and saw that her neck was covered with needle holes. Ivan had probably tried to treat her after she became infected. Although he couldn't reverse her infection, he had managed to reduce her symptoms, allowing her body to remain intact, unlike the other plague zombies that fester and ooze pus.

"The dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences, Mr. Howard." The pastor walked over to Howard and comforted him, "The new plague is more severe than the old one. By the time we realized Miss Arabelle was infected, it was already too late."

"You don't have to apologize for this, and Arabelle isn't dead," Howard said.

"We've examined Miss Arabelle's condition. Even if your pancakes can drive the virus out of her body again, she will die from organ damage and loss." Francis said, "I understand how you feel, but..."

"No, no, no, I know you understand how I feel, but you don't understand me." Howard said, "To me before, Arabelle was indeed dead, but to me now, it may not be."

Then, as Francis looked on in confusion, Howard bit off a piece of flesh from his arm.

After returning to reality from Nurgle's Garden, Howard found that his tolerance to plague and viruses had increased. Howard immediately realized that this was the effect of the green leaf that Nurgle gave him.

If Howard was a native Warhammer man, he might indeed think that this leaf was given by Nurgle, but as a time traveler, when he saw the leaf in Nurgle's hand that was full of rich breath of life and was out of tune with the surrounding rotten smell, he understood that this was a gift from the Eldar goddess of life.

In the Warhammer universe, the Eldar are a race older than humans. In their heyday, the Eldar were protected by special gods. Among the Eldar gods at that time was a goddess in charge of life and healing, named Isha.

But when the Eldar fell and awakened Slaanesh, most of the Eldar gods died at the hands of Slaanesh, and only a few gods survived, including Isa.

When the Eldar gods died, Isha fell into the hands of Slaanesh. At that time, the goddess wept for her tragic fate, and finally alarmed another evil god of the Warp, Nurgle.

The cries of the Goddess of Life reached the ears of the God of Decay and Life, and Nurgle launched a war. In the end, the oldest evil god in the Warp snatched Isa from the youngest evil god Slaanesh and imprisoned the latter in his own garden. From then on, Nurgle would let the Goddess of Life taste any plague he brewed first, and Isa's characteristics allowed her to recover from the plague every time.

Nurgle gave Isa quite high treatment and freedom, and even allowed Isa to secretly send the antidote to the plague to the real universe after tasting the plague.

Unlike the pancakes she made, her own pancakes did not cure the disease at all, but only "expelled the plague", but Isa could actually heal all the damage caused by the Nurgle Plague.

In the Garden of Nurgle, Isa's gift finally merged into his own flesh and blood, allowing him, as a mortal, to face the plague of Nurgle without any protection. So, can his flesh and blood, which has been merged with Isa's gift, also cure the infection of others?

Howard spat out the flesh he had bitten into his palm. At the same time, the wound on the back of his hand was stopping bleeding and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He offered his meat to Arabelle's mouth, but Arabelle remained indifferent.

So he lifted Arabelle's chin with his hand, pinched her cheeks, and stuffed the piece of meat in.

After it was inserted for a long time, there was still no movement. Howard's heart skipped a beat and he thought maybe he had made a wrong judgment.

Then he pried open Arabelle's mouth and discovered the true nature of the problem: Arabelle was not chewing or swallowing at all, but just holding Howard's meat in her mouth in a dull manner.

What should I do? Should I chew it up and feed it to her mouth?

Howard blinked his eyes, and several plans popped up in the ocean of his mind like bubbles, but quickly burst.

Finally he chose a method that he thought was reliable.

He dug the piece of meat out of Arabelle's mouth, wiped it and put it away, thinking that if his own flesh and blood were useful then he would have to save it for someone else to eat.

Then he asked Francis to borrow a knife.

He wanted to cut his own veins and let Arabelle drink his blood. Blood is a liquid, and even if Arabelle couldn't swallow, the blood would flow into her esophagus and be absorbed by her.

But just as Howard was about to cut his palm, he stopped.

The reason he stopped was not because he was afraid of pain, but the moment he was about to take action, he discovered a fatal flaw in his analysis process, that is, he took it for granted.

Why did he think his blood could cure a severe infection? What if it couldn't heal her? And what if his blood cured the plague by expelling the virus from the infected person's body, just like his pancakes? Then, when he fed Arabelle his blood, wouldn't that be the same as killing her?

Thinking of this, Howard felt a surge of fear and put down the knife he had raised.

He had no intention of giving up on Arabelle, but judging by Arabelle's current condition, her condition wouldn't get any worse if he ignored her for a while.

So before using his own flesh and blood to treat her, the safest approach is to first see if his own flesh and blood can cure other infected people.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Arabelle meant more to him than anyone else, and Howard didn't want Arabelle to take risks as a test subject.

Howard remembered a book he had read, which said that animals are born equal, but some animals are more equal than others.