Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 502 Wadjet

"drop--"

The machine that detects the original body's condition sounds an alarm, and the original body's various indicators, such as heart rate, blood pressure, and nerve activity, all skyrocket in an instant.

The unconscious and sleeping white giant suddenly opened his eyes.

"traitor!"

The Primarch roared and jumped up from his seat. All the tubes inserted into his body were torn off at the same time. The potion and steam mixed together and even caused a local explosion.

Hildra was also knocked back a few steps, but she quickly regained her balance and pushed the Primarch back onto the medical chair, saying:

"Hey! Hey! Calm down! Calm down! You've beheaded the Plaguebringer."

When Hildra said this, the entire medical sanctuary was shaking and resonating, and the liquids in the bottles and jars were constantly shaking and producing water droplets. It was obvious that she was using psychic energy when she spoke.

The anger on Khan's face gradually faded, his expression slowly changed from anger to confusion, and the tense muscles in his body gradually relaxed.

The struggle just now caused the wound that had already healed to tear again. Blood oozed out from the scar, and bruises appeared under the skin in those places where the wound was not broken.

While the Khan was regaining his composure, Hildra snapped his fingers, and the healing sanctuary seemed to have reversed time. Broken pipes were reconnected in the exact order they had been broken, displaced medical equipment returned to its original position, and even the spilled liquid medicine and released steam were "sucked" back and filled into containers.

After Hildra finished all this, the Primarch regained his sanity. He looked at the woman sitting next to him and said doubtfully and cautiously:

"It's you?"

"It was me," Hildra said. "As you can see, I saved your life after the methods of the Iron Maidens and the Golden Rods failed."

"But don't think you're all right just because you're awake. The plague hasn't been cleared from your body yet, and your injuries could worsen at any moment." Hildra leaned closer to the Khan's face and spoke in a patient's tone, "So, don't get excited. In your current state, a team of guards could kill you."

Khan took a deep breath and nodded. Although if Hildra said these words to his brother, half of him would think that the woman was provoking him, Khan knew that was not the case.

After lying there for a few more seconds, Khan asked the question he had been wanting to ask:

"What's the current situation in the empire?"

"The fact that you're still receiving treatment in the Terran Palace at least proves the empire hasn't fallen," Hildra said. "The worst hasn't happened yet."

"But the current situation is only slightly better than the worst." Hildra continued, "The psychic attack directed by your brother not only shattered that guy's entire plan, but also wiped out all the mechanical monks and psychic priests loyal to him. Even if the empire survives this, the future will be very difficult, very difficult. Damn it!"

"But don't even think about getting involved!" Then Hildra looked at Khan and said sternly, "What's happened recently is not your concern. It's like a scene in a stage play. The supporting characters' bloodshed is just setting the stage for the final showdown between the protagonist and the villain. Your role as a supporting character has already ended. In your current situation, forcing yourself to intervene will only make things worse."

The Khan remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Hildra's statement. After a moment, he asked another question:

"How did you find a way to save me when the Empire was helpless?"

"Depend on this."

Under Hildra's teasing, the mechanical snake finally crawled out for Khan to see. It coiled on Hildra's hand, raised its head proudly, and showed its beautiful neck shield to Khan.

"This is Wadjet," Hildra introduced him to the Khan. "It's an intelligent mechanical creature. Inside it is a miniature arsenal, capable of devouring blackstone or other metals to create the parts I need."

As she spoke, Hildra took out a thumb-sized black stone crystal and threw it to Wadjet. Wadjet caught it in his mouth, swallowed it whole, and then let out a comfortable hiss.

Theoretically, if there were enough "food", Wadjet could grow larger than the Glorious Queen-class battleship. At that time, this mechanical snake itself would be a powerful military fortress and arsenal. Even when Hildra obtained Wadjet, Wadjet was even larger than it is now. However, the wars that exceeded her expectations often made it impossible for her to "feed" Wadjet in time. In order to support Hildra's consumption, Wadjet sometimes even had to use its own body as raw material for production.

"I'm too lazy to hide it from you." Hildra seemed oblivious to the Khan's increasingly hostile and suspicious expression. "As you can see, this is alien technology, from an intelligent race far older than humanity."

After a moment, she added specifically, "Not those space bean sprouts."

"It seems that the rumors are true. You are indeed colluding with the aliens." Khan said so, but there was not much hostility in his words.

"Don't talk nonsense," Hildra retorted, "I've known these aliens longer than you. If anything, I'm the one colluding with the Empire."

The Khan remained silent as Hildra continued to introduce the alien technology she had brought. "Udjet used its fangs to inject a large number of microrobots into your body. These are healing robots capable of suppressing all psychic energy, especially against Chaos Virus infections. Of course, they weaken you as well as the Chaos Virus, so you may feel weakened. But don't worry, this weakening isn't permanent. I know you don't like this kind of stuff, so they're programmed to self-destruct after completing their mission and be metabolized through your breath. No alien robots will remain in your body."

"How long will the treatment take?" Khan asked again.

"The treatment will show results quickly, but it takes a long time to metabolize these little things." Hildra only gave a vague answer.

So the two of them didn't talk to each other afterwards, but Hildra was obviously someone who couldn't sit still. After sitting for a while, she took out a small wooden box from the inner pocket of her windbreaker. When she opened it, there was a row of cigars inside.

Hildras pulled out a cigar, rubbed the end of it on his thigh, and offered it to the Khan. "Want one?"

Khan shook his head and refused, so Hildra cut off the cigar head and lit it with his psychic power, then started smoking without paying any attention to the "patient" beside him.

After exhaling two puffs of smoke, she reached into her collar and fumbled around for a long time. This time, she pulled out a leather wine bag that was bigger than her head.

"How did you get this thing into your pocket?" This time the Khan finally couldn't help but speak.

So Hildra opened the collar of her windbreaker and showed Khan a device attached to the lining of her windbreaker. When Hildra reached out to the device, a miniature dimensional space rift opened.

"Alien technology," Hildra said. "I call it the Dimensional Pocket."

Khan was speechless.

After taking out the wine bag, Hildra bit off the cork that sealed it, raised it again, and gestured to the Khan, "Want some?"

Khan still shook his head and refused.

But Hildra still held the wine bag to the Khan's nose: "I think you will like it."

Khan originally wanted to turn his face away to express his refusal, but when he smelled the scent wafting from the wine bag, his eyes suddenly lit up. Then, with hesitation and doubt, he tentatively put his nose to the bottle mouth and took a breath.

Suddenly, a bitter, sour smell with a hint of frankincense and nut aroma, mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, filled his nostrils.

"This is Kumus." The Khan recognized what Hildras was holding. "This is kumis, a unique product of Chogoris. How did you get it?"

"This, I just stole from your guard leader... Don't worry about how I got it... I figured since that guy still had this wine in his backpack after all this, you must really like the taste, so I figured you'd want a drink when you woke up," Hildra said with a beaming face. "Don't worry, I didn't let your children suffer. I stuffed it with my treasured bottle of Summer Red and a bottle of gin. These two bottles are enough to buy a manor and a large farm on Tessarel's Garden World."

The Khan said nothing, but instead took hold of the bottle of the wine bag and drank it down with his head tilted back.

After taking several gulps, the Khan shook his head, and the half-full bag of Kums' wine fell back into Hildra's hands.

This is a White Scars tradition, originating from the grassland planet Chogorris.

Before returning to the Empire, the Khan often led his people on the grasslands to herd horses and raise hawks. At that time, the Khan would drink strong liquor with his brothers and sisters and laugh loudly. To this day, this tradition still continues in the White Scars.

Hildra shook the wine bag. When she found that the Primarch guards still carried this kind of wine even though the situation was so critical, she was indeed curious. Even if it was not for the Khan, she would find a way to get some to taste.

But when she opened the Combs and smelled the aroma, she was very sure that this was not something that suited her taste. However, at this time, what she had in her hand was not only kumis but also the friendship from the Khan of the grassland, so she made up her mind and drank from the bottle as well.

"belch--"

After swallowing half a bag of kums, Hildra burped loudly, causing the Khan to laugh out loud. The Khan, who grew up on the grassland, did not bother to hide his likes and dislikes.

"What's wrong?" Hildra asked, wiping the corner of her mouth.

"As generous and majestic as the snow-capped mountains of Chogoris." The Khan nodded in approval of the woman in front of him.

The Khan has always despised suspicion and jealousy. No matter what this woman intended, after the two of them drank a cup of kumis together in the tent, even if they might kill each other after leaving the tent, it did not prevent the Khan from treating them as brothers and sisters when they drank together.

After drinking the kummus together, their relationship became noticeably closer. Hildra began sharing her candies, animal-shaped cookies, candied nuts, dried fruits, cured meats, cigars, and even ice cream with the Khan. It was hard to imagine this terrifying and powerful woman carrying so many exquisite snacks; it seemed she didn't neglect her own indulgences even during battle.

Khan accepted this with pleasure. Even though Hildra repeatedly emphasized that the cigar should not pass through the lungs, Khan still smoked the entire cigar in one breath and exhaled a cloud of smoke that filled the room.

After Khan smoked five cigars in one breath in front of Hildra, Hildra's own cigar was only slightly lit. When the ashes of the cigar in his hand naturally broke, Hildra blew out a puff of smoke and said quietly:

"There's a question I've always wanted to ask. You and your brothers, do you hate that guy?"