Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 156 Experimental Subject

When Howard said he was willing to negotiate for these living people, the pastor's dull eyes lit up again.

"How do you want me to help you treat Miss Arabelle?"

"Arabelle's case is tricky. She's in the late stages of the infection. Feeding her pancakes will only kill her. But my blood might be able to cure her, though I'm not sure." Howard said, "So I need a healthy volunteer. I want to infect this volunteer with the plague in Arabelle's body, and then use my blood to treat him."

Doing so would be tantamount to conducting inhumane live experiments, but Howard had no better solution.

His relationship with Arabelle was part of the reason, but the more important reason was that after two consecutive massacres by the plague and the Astra Militarum, the people of Middle Nest who had some fighting ability were basically wiped out. Even Francis, who Howard could see several cunning companions around him before, was nowhere to be seen now. He was probably killed in the conflict with the plague or the Astra Militarum.

Taking all factors into consideration, Arabelle might be the most capable fighter left. Without the help of a healthy Arabelle, Howard really didn't know how he would find the commander of the Astra Militarum.

As for how to negotiate, Howard can't think about it too much now, so he just takes it one step at a time.

Of course, Howard could also go to the outside world to find a severely infected person for experiments, but the outside world has been controlled by the Interstellar Army, and the plague zombies have been almost killed by the Interstellar Army. There are only a few remaining plague zombies, and it will probably take a lot of effort to find them.

After comprehensive consideration, the best way is to find a volunteer to conduct an infection experiment. If the patient can be cured, he will try to negotiate with the commander of the Astra Militarum and work hard for that glimmer of hope.

If his blood is ineffective, he will open the portal, and Nurgle will return to Nurgle, and Chaos will return to Chaos.

Unexpectedly, after learning of Howard's request, Francis looked embarrassed.

Howard thought he was unwilling to sacrifice others, so he continued to persuade him, "Mr. Francis, now is not the time to hesitate. I am at least 80% sure that I can cure severe infections. For so many lives, this risk is worth it."

Then Howard suddenly thought of something and said, "Oh! I figured it out! I can be the experimental subject myself. I can inject the plague in Arabelle's body into my body. If I don't get infected, it means that my blood can cure this plague!"

Just when Howard was feeling proud of his brilliant plan that avoided all moral crises, Francis' next words were like a blow to him.

"I'm sorry... Mr. Howard, Miss Arabelle can't infect anyone right now," Francis said. "The Mechanical Priest treated her. Although she couldn't be cured, the virus in her body is no longer contagious... Otherwise, I could be your test subject, but..."

"shit!"

Howard blurted out, feeling like his head was about to explode. He paced back and forth, clutching his hair with both hands, then excitedly grabbed Francis' collar and asked, "Do you know where else we can find severely infected people nearby?"

There is no doubt that there are still a large number of infected people in the upper and lower nests, but the upper nest has become a battlefield, and the lower nest is too far and too dangerous. It will probably take Howard several days to go back and forth between these two places, and he doesn't have that much time. He doesn't know how many more people will die for every day of delay.

Howard thought that if Francis' answer to this question was "no" or "I don't know", then he would have to take the risk and experiment directly on Arabelle.

But Francis thought for a moment and replied, "If we're looking for infected people, there might be another place..."

Two hours later.

Howard and the little girl he met before were walking through the ruins. Through the previous conversation, Howard knew the little girl's name: Adele.

"It's here." Adele stopped and pointed not far away.

The place Adele knew was a depression filled with water. The water was turbid and smelly, with countless garbage and a thick layer of duckweed floating on the surface. The occasional empty space was covered with oil, reflecting an unpleasant oily sheen.

On the way here, Adele also briefly explained the situation here to Howard. This was the place where the Yi troops and the Chaos Legion exchanged fire during the anti-Clock Tower incident. Because the area of ​​the accumulated water was too large, the Astra Militarum did not have the time to clean it up thoroughly. Therefore, under this half-human-high dirty water body, there may still be many dormant plague zombies lurking.

These plague zombies were undoubtedly the most severely infected, their bodies mutated far beyond those of the average infected. Howard was unsure. Faced with such a deep infection, he doubted even Isa's leaf would be enough to revive them. However, if his flesh and blood could bring them even a slight improvement, it would prove to be effective.

With this thought in mind, Howard put on a full set of protective clothing and slowly walked towards the depression.

Warm and smelly nitrogenous gas came over him, and even after being purified by the air filter, the stench was still strong. The stench emitted by this puddle was a hundred times more foul than the smelliest sewer Howard had ever smelled in the past. If it weren't for the gift from the Goddess of Life protecting him, he would have been suffocated.

Howard suppressed the feeling of nausea and gradually walked to the edge of the puddle. The puddle seemed to have dried up a lot. A large area of the ground around it was covered with thick, cracked black dirt. Howard stepped on it, and the stinky mud went straight up to his ankles. Howard wanted to curse a thousand times in his heart. This was not much different from stepping directly into the snow. In fact, the snow might even be cleaner than this stuff.

Thinking back to the word "shit" I cursed not long ago, this time I really have to deal with something more disgusting than shit.

Finally reaching the dirty water, Howard took two deep breaths, and then stepped into the dirty water with a heroic mood.

The dirty water gradually flooded Howard's pelvis, and his toes kept moving. In the past, when he walked on rainy days, even if his shoes were not wet, his toes would always feel wet. Now it was the same. He didn't want to judge whether it was really water or not.

Then he began to grope in the dirty water. His feet explored slowly and moved forward, touching many small debris. Howard could only pray that he could find some infected people and not touch anything like nails or blades. At the same time, he admired the warriors who fought in this stinky water without any protection.

He was not afraid of being attacked by the infected. After coming out of the Garden of Nurgle, Howard found that the Nurgle demons and plague zombies who were hostile to him in the past had become friendly to him. He probably regarded him as a friendly force in the eyes of these things.

Thinking of this, Howard stepped on something. He bent down to pick it up and found that it was a rotten and boneless human hand.

Howard: "..."

Undeterred by the severed hand, Howard threw it back into the water with a blank expression.

Then he caught a glimpse of the little girl named Adele slowly walking towards the puddle.