Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 491 Past, Present, and Future

"I understand. You've transferred Terra from other timelines to the current one. This is the so-called Second Terra." Howard easily guessed what Hai Weiyan wanted to say. Combining this with previous events, he easily guessed Hai Weiyan's purpose: "To study humans."

"That's right." Hai Weiyan did not avoid the question.

Howard continued his speculation: "You study humans in order to recover your lost souls."

Hai Wei'an's eyes suddenly widened. She came closer to Howard curiously and said, "That's amazing... Where did you get this information? Did Miss Lia Weide tell you? Or did Mr. Antonio tell you? Who did it?"

"Neither," Howard replied. "I read it in a book."

The humans in this universe knew very little about the history of the ancient Necrons, and the secrets of the Necrons' souls could not be easily written on paper. Therefore, Hai Weiyan believed that what he had read in the book was just an excuse Howard made for himself.

However, in her mind, Hai Wei'an has already defined the scope of the leakers. As for how to find and deal with these leakers, she still needs to see the subsequent impact of this incident.

Of course, what she couldn't know right away was that Howard didn't actually lie about this matter.

"Okay." After further questioning failed, Hai Wei'an said, "To answer your previous question, you guessed wrong. I study humans not to retrieve the souls of myself and my people."

Howard was stunned by this unexpected answer, but soon thought of another possibility: "Could it be that you are..."

Hai Wei'an raised her hand to interrupt Howard's speech and said to her, "I might be able to answer this question in a different way."

Then, she took out something in front of Howard.

It was a piece of pancake fragment, floating in Haivian's palm, and its size was similar to the minimum effective dose Ivan had measured when he was treating patients in Kalimdor.

During the first visit, Hevian went crazy after eating the pancakes she made. After Lia Weide persuaded Hevian to leave, Howard noticed that Hevian's plate was empty.

"I might scare you next." Hai Wei'an looked at Howard and said, "But don't worry, I won't hurt you."

After saying that, Hai Wei'an turned sideways, raised one arm and covered the lower half of her face with her sleeve, while using the other hand to put the piece of food into the shadow.

Howard took two steps back, not because he was afraid, but to give the Necromancer enough room to perform.

In fact, it was beyond his expectation that Hai Weiyan could still maintain such a rational state. When he decided to push open the door even though he knew Hai Weiyan was waiting for him, he was already prepared to face the crazy Necromancer.

After eating, Hai Weiyan slowly lowered her hands that were covering her face and closed her eyes.

This time her transformation was not as drastic as last time. Hai Wei'an's body continued to flicker. Human images, Necromancer images, and some more twisted and weird things kept flashing back, switching and stacking. The expressions of the images that switched each time were very different. Some faces closed their eyes in contemplation, some were staring at Howard, and some were roaring or in pain.

The cold mechanical body of the Necron is like a cage that imprisons countless emotions. At this moment, all the emotions that have been dormant for a long time are awakening and want to break free from the cage.

However, apart from the uncontrollable electrical noise, Hai Weiyan herself did not make any sound during the whole process, no matter whether those faces were roaring or crying. This does not mean that the transformation was not painful, but because Hai Weiyan, as the Pope, had to maintain the dignity of the Pope. Her performance during the first transformation was already very rude. This time it was a change she actively sought, and she would not let herself lose her composure because of the same thing again.

Gradually, those struggling faces fell asleep again one after another. The body of the Necromancer gradually stabilized. She slowly raised her head, and her originally emerald pupils turned into a dangerous red.

Howard: "Multiple personality disorder is a disease. It's best to see a doctor."

"This isn't a disease!" The Emperor rejected Howard's concern or cold joke: "She is my past self. I possess all her memories, all her thoughts, all her perceptions, while she is forever trapped in the past."

"Faced with the same problem, I would have made the same choice as that fragile organism sixty million years ago. If I don't change, the outcome will be the same in another sixty million years!" The Pope's voice grew increasingly high as she spoke. Her hands began to gesture rapidly and irregularly, and finally she clenched her fists tightly. "My people and I are trapped in this pitiful body! If we don't change, our fate will be to be constantly worn away by time until we are destroyed. I will never allow that! I will never allow that!"

After venting his emotions for a while, the Emperor took a deep breath, similar to a human, and then calmed down again: "Sorry, I got a little excited."

"I understand." Howard nodded in understanding.

The Pope must have regained some of his lost emotions after eating her pancake, and no longer obeyed pre-written instructions like a machine. Compared with Hai Wei'an, the current Pope is actually more like a human.

Although Hevian might be gentler and easier to talk to after getting along with her, as the Pope said, Hevian will only obey the old instructions. Hevian is gentle not because she is gentle, but because she was like this when she was developing the thinking structure of the Necrons.

Among the Necrons, there exists a unit called "Flayers". Flayers are Necrons infected with a special virus or curse. They want to regain the feeling of being flesh and blood creatures in an almost pathological way. Their method is very simple, that is, to cut off the flesh and blood of other creatures and cover themselves with it, but this can only bring them a moment of comfort, so the hunger of the Flayers is endless.

Compared with these skinners, the Emperor's performance was very restrained.

After expressing his understanding, Howard asked a further question: "But what does this have to do with the souls of your people? From what I understand, some of your rulers believe that reclaiming your soul is the path to your salvation."

The Emperor's answer was very concise:

“If we lose our souls, we will no longer be who we are now. If we gain our souls, we will no longer be who we will be in the future.”