OBS Chapter 252 Small Problem
Chapter 252 Small Problem
Howard stumbled after taking just two steps and nearly fell forward. He had just stepped on empty air. He lowered his head and saw that the liquid formed by the melting orc corpse was only thick enough to reach the bottom of his shoe, but when he took the last step, his foot sank in, and the liquid completely covered his ankles.
After the orc corpses melted, they would quickly seep into the soil like rainwater, then frantically absorb all nutrients to cultivate a new generation of orcs. However, this cave contained only solid rock. Although orc spores were said to be able to corrode and consume even stone, it would still take a long time for them to fully integrate into the stone. Therefore, the fluid from the melted orc corpses began to accumulate.
Howard's brain and pupils were trembling. Just because he didn't have mysophobia didn't mean he liked dirt. After the orc corpse melted, it turned into a sticky yellow-green liquid. The whole thing was even a little hot because of the heat released by the life activities of the fungi. At the same time, there was a thin layer of fuzz and various unknown lumps and fungi on the surface. It had nothing to do with cleanliness at all.
Although the grandeur was far inferior to that of the Garden of Nurgle, he went to the Garden of Nurgle through the VIP channel and was flying in the sky almost the entire time. The Nurgle believers also considerately opened a psychic shield to isolate the stench, plague and other things that might kill him from the outside.
If that Nurgle believer had opened the portal and thrown Howard into the swamp outside the Garden of Nurgle, saying, "Start swimming now. You will see the Great Unclean One when you reach the end," Howard would probably have died there and become a bloated corpse floating in the swamp.
Howard grinned as he pulled his trapped leg free. The mycelium seemed to be sucking on his calf, reluctant to let go, and stretched out long threads. He suddenly became curious about how Mei could move in such an environment. Could it be that she had also struggled to get through like him?
When he looked up, he saw Mei stopped and waiting for him. After looking at Mei, Howard shifted his gaze and moved to... to Mei's feet. This Eldar wore black tactical boots for easy movement. At this time, she was also standing on the orc's corpse fluid, but she did not sink into it like Howard, and there was no dirt on the surface of her boots.
Howard was stunned for half a second and then his eyes moved from May's boots all the way back to his own feet. He did not see any footprints or traces of walking along the way.
Wow, I heard that elves are so light that they can walk on snow without leaving any footprints. Today I see that it’s true. I can’t learn it.
So he became curious about how Gloria could act in such an environment. As soon as he turned around, the nun in power armor, who was as strong as a tank, almost bumped into him.
"What are you doing?" The nun asked with some displeasure at Howard's stopping for no reason.
Howard ignored the nun's question and glanced down. The nun was wearing leg armor made of fine steel and ceramic steel and didn't care about these things at all. Not to mention the liquid from the melted orc corpses, she probably wouldn't be afraid even if there was a river of lava in front of her.
Okay, okay, you are awesome too.
Although he knew that if he told the nun about his difficulties and asked her to carry him or her back, the nun would most likely not refuse, but Howard did not want to throw away his dignity so easily, so he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stepped his second leg into the accumulated unknown liquid.
But Howard left but the nun didn't. She frowned and watched Howard struggling for a while, then shook her head helplessly.
Then she caught up with him in a few steps, grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him up.
As a 40k member, the nun is taller than Howard even without shoes. After wearing power armor, even without a helmet, she is almost centimeters taller than Howard. Coupled with the strength bonus from training and the assistance of the power armor power system, it is still easy for her to lift Howard who is not carrying any armor or weapons.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!" Howard, who was caught, began to twist and struggle. He guessed what the nun was going to do but he did not accept such help. First, it was his so-called self-esteem, second, he thought that his relationship with the nun was not good enough, and third, he had been tied up by a nun before and the experience was very bad. This crazy woman did not consider at all that there was a mortal tied behind her when she was fighting with the orcs, so Howard almost vomited his internal organs at that time.
But the nun would not allow Howard to resist. After picking up Howard, she turned him over, then held him horizontally in front of her body, while clamping her arms around him.
What the hell! I was the one who carried others before, how come after traveling to this awful place, only others are carrying me?!
Thinking of this, Howard twisted even harder.
"At this rate, we won't be able to get out next year!" The nun commanded the mortal, who was still twisting and turning without any cooperation. "Do you think I want to carry you?"
Howard didn't reply, but he stopped twisting. The nun was quite satisfied with this human's reaction. Then she reached out to take off his helmet. Now she thought that since she was holding this human, this human no longer needed to know the way, and there was no point in wearing a helmet.
"Don't!" But Howard grabbed the helmet with both hands and refused to let the nun take it away. "Just focus on your journey, and I can focus on my surroundings."
What Howard didn't say was that he wanted to wear it for a while longer. After all, opportunities to wear a combat helmet don't come often, even if this combat helmet is not connected to the circulatory system of the upper body armor and is extremely stuffy.
After hearing this, the nun put the half-removed helmet back on.
The nun then began to carry Howard forward. When Howard stopped resisting, the nun no longer held him with her hands. She raised her left forearm horizontally in front of her body, and the armored forearm and upper arm formed a temporary seat for Howard to sit on without falling. Her right hand once again picked up the grenade launcher. The last time she picked up the weapon, she wanted to kill the human, but now it was to protect him.
Howard's weight was no burden to the nun, who was enhanced with power armor. This time, the nun walked very steadily, and Howard only felt a slight bump. Apart from the slight discomfort of the cold, hard metal on his legs and back, he didn't feel any other discomfort.
After instinctively resisting for a while at first, Howard quickly accepted this arrangement. There was nothing to be ashamed of. The nun carried him forward not because he was lazy or pampered, but because it was indeed the best solution.
In the past, during marches, generals would voluntarily give their horses to the wounded and sick, and this was by no means a sign of a lack of fighting spirit or strength on the part of the wounded and sick. At least for Howard and the people of his original world, willpower cannot transcend the physical body, let alone control it. A person's physical strength, injuries, and illnesses are not determined by their will. If Howard were thrown into a smooth, ten-meter-deep pit, he simply couldn't get out. He was soulless, and it was impossible for him to fly in a fit of rage.
However, if you know that you are in a bad state but still refuse to help and make self-satisfied efforts, then you torture yourself and others, then things will get worse.