Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 454 Ignorance

Howard woke up suddenly. He kept his eyes open and was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was still lying in bed.

His quilt only covered his chest, leaving both hands exposed.

The brick-like book was spread out and pressing on his chest.

All signs seem to indicate that he fell asleep while reading last night.

So, was what he experienced real or a dream?

Howard sat up in bed and first observed his surroundings. Everything was normal.

Then he looked at the book he hadn't finished reading. The holy book was still open to the part he had read yesterday, but on the yellowed and wrinkled pages, there was a shiny black feather.

……

At the same time, in the hyperdimensional space.

"Quack-quack-quack-"

Even standing on Hai Wei'an's shoulder, Horus continued to bark restlessly, like a sunflower parrot whose bread was taken away while eating.

"Alright, alright, stop losing your temper." Hai Wei'an stroked Horus's head helplessly and said, "I'll have the technicians install another feather for you when we get back. You can choose whatever style you want."

……

Howard reached into his pajamas pocket. As soon as he put his hand in, he felt many rough and hard particles hanging on the outer wall of the fluff. He pinched off a particle and brought it to his nose to smell it. It had a smell similar to burnt wool.

The Holy Scripture was closed and placed on the bedside, and Om Messiah was taken out and turned on.

But this time, Om Messiah took significantly longer to respond than before.

It took almost a minute from pressing the power button until the screen lit up. Before this, except for Howard's first active power-on on the Sherlock, the Om Messiah basically powered on in seconds.

And this time after it was turned on, the familiar loading green circle did not appear on the Ohm Messiah's screen. Instead, the screen began to flash and distort, and finally with a "whoosh" sound, the screen went out.

Om Messiah's appearance made Howard a little undecided. He called out softly, "Om Messiah?"

The phone screen lit up again, and Om Messiah responded, "Master, I'm here, at your command."

But the sound uttered by Om Messiah was covered with a layer of noisy rustling.

Howard: "What happened last night?"

Om Messiah: "Master, I cannot give you a definitive answer to what happened last night, but based on analysis, a highly-authorized Necron named Hevian visited you and assigned you a mission."

Howard: "What did she do to you?"

Om Messiah: "Answer Master, Hevian implanted a device within me. Now, I seem to possess the key to enter the Necron frequency band."

Howard: "She has an implant. Won't that be incompatible with you?"

Ohm Messiah: "Reply to the master, the compatibility is currently good."

Howard: "..."

Howard: "Om Messiah, what is your relationship with the Necrons?"

Ohm Messiah: "Master, please forgive me for not understanding your question. Could you please explain it in more detail?"

Howard hesitated for a moment, but decided to take this opportunity to express part of his doubts: "Actually, what I want to ask is, what exactly are you?"

Howard: "If I knew nothing about this world, I would probably think you were truly the manifestation of the God of All Machines. But you came to this world with me. The belief in the God of All Machines existed before you, and you seem to have no connection to the Warp. I've paid attention to everything I've encountered so far, and in the end, I found that you seem to be most similar to the Necrons... and the Necrons can also directly transform you, so that's why I asked this question."

As Howard expressed his doubts and analysis, the screen of Om Messiah continued to spin, indicating that it was receiving, analyzing, and thinking. When Howard finished speaking, the circles on the screen continued to spin for a while, and then Om Messiah replied:

"Master, I'm not a Necron. I'm your phone. Like you, I'm a special being that came here from another world. I don't belong to any category within this world... However, the fundamental principles of my hardware are the same as most of the machines in this world. In some respects, I and these machines still follow the same set of rules. Therefore, perhaps Haiwei's understanding of other machines can help implant a compatible program within me."

Howard: "But the way you look now isn't normal, is it? Your hardware is just a phone I bought for a few thousand dollars. The hardware of this phone shouldn't be able to support your intelligence and... abilities. And you never need to charge it, right?"

The Om Messiah screen began to spin again, and after a long while it said:

"I'm sorry, Master, I can't give you an answer to this question. The fundamental laws of this world are vastly different from those of the original, and I'm confused by this... But I think this isn't a bad thing. It's because of these uncertainties that I can exist and help you. I am your most loyal servant, and this will never change. Please believe me."

As expected, Howard couldn't get answers to his questions.

Om Messiah may not be hiding that he may be even more ignorant than Howard on this issue.

Howard exhaled and said to Om Messiah:

"I believe you, but we still have to find the answer to this question when we have the chance. What do you think?"

Ohm Messiah: "Master, I share your opinion on this."

Although he didn't get all the answers to the questions, Howard felt a lot more relieved after asking the doubts in his mind. He glanced at the time and his eyelids twitched.

According to Terra's timekeeping method, it was already daytime, and six or seven hours had passed since Howard went to bed last night.

Soon, Christina would knock on his door, bring him breakfast, and take him to see the "seeds".

But Howard felt as if he hadn't slept at all that night! He remembered that Hai Wei'an had only been with him for half an hour, so how could the whole night have passed?

There was no hope of getting a nap, so Howard could only get up and wash up with resentment.

While washing up, two strange ideas suddenly popped up in his mind.

Howard's first thought was, as a necromancy, this individual named Hevian must be at least tens of millions of years old. Yet, she had come to see him dressed like a young girl. Was she pretending to be young? Or did she really think she was that young? Or was it true that for the necromancy of the infinitely long-lived, tens of millions of years was still considered underage?

His second thought was that if he made a pancake and fed it to this undead loli, he wondered if it would be effective.

Next time I see her, I have to find a way to feed her cake.