Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 161 Reward

The moment Freya descended, a fierce purple fire burned in the eyes of all the intelligent beings on the planet at the same time. When the purple fire burned out, only withered shells with exhausted energy and dying lights remained.

A huge warp vortex appeared outside Nat, almost swallowing the entire planet into the warp. All the psychic astropaths on the Imperial ships docked at Nat's airport and in space orbit were killed by headshots at the same time, and several warships lost control and crashed into the surface.

“Plop! Plop!”

The Astra Militarum soldiers standing around collapsed to the ground one by one as if their spines had been pulled out. Each of them had their eyes open, but there were no eyeballs in their eye sockets, only shadows.

Freya loosened her fingers, and the saber fell, turning into ashes before hitting the ground.

His mere presence here is enough to bring about the true end of this planet.

"Ah, aah—" Freya looked around at the tragic scene and commented in feigned surprise, "What a chaotic situation! Humans are killing each other, but they don't know what their purpose is."

Then she bent down, and the huge treasure chest almost blocked Howard's entire view.

"No one will come to save you this time," Freya said. "Your life ends here. It's time to come with me."

Then her voice was filled with a hint of anger. "Really? There are so many things that you can just ask me to come out and take care of them."

Howard struggled to get up from the ground and dragged his legs out of the cold storage, but Freya did not stop him.

Howard slowly moved to the secret door of the stairs in the secret room of Ivan's laboratory. The secret door had been broken, and the blood of the corpse in the laboratory was flowing down the stairs.

Howard held onto the wall with both hands to prevent himself from falling on the sticky blood, and then walked down step by step. At the end of the stairs, the heavy rusty door had been blown open by artillery fire, and the door frame was charred and deformed.

Howard walked in silently, stepping into the blood that had covered his ankles. There was originally a drainage system in this room, but now, the drain was blocked by the corpse.

Howard glanced around and didn't see any sign of Arabelle, so he reached out and began to search among the corpses.

It seemed that a conflict had broken out here. What happened outside was not called a conflict, but rather a one-sided massacre. Among the corpses piled up here were refugees and Astra Militarum soldiers. The Astra Militarum soldiers also had obvious fatal wounds on their bodies. The corpses piled up layer by layer, and the number of people was difficult to count.

Howard was silent. He uncovered each body, identified them, and then put them aside. The mountain of corpses moved little by little as he moved them. His hands were covered in blood, which solidified and formed another layer of blood. Finally, the gaps between his fingers were filled with black and red dirt.

Finally, after turning over the bottom layer of corpses, Howard saw the familiar mechanical hand. He moved all the corpses around it away, and then hesitantly fished out the owner of the mechanical hand.

The head of the owner of the robotic arm has disappeared. Not only the head, but half of the body has been cut open with a big gash, and the internal organs have long been drained out.

Howard sat between a pool of blood and a pile of corpses, holding a headless corpse in a daze.

Then he raised his hand, bit off a large piece of meat, spat the meat into the corpse's abdominal cavity, and smeared his blood on the wound of the corpse.

A long time passed and nothing happened.

At this time, Howard noticed that the corpse seemed to be holding something in its mechanical hand. He took some effort to pry open the mechanical hand, and found that it contained blackened and rotten lily petals.

Howard watched the lily petals drift away along the bloody path until he finally saw something submerged in blood, with only a sharp corner visible. He picked it up and discovered it was a mechanical prosthetic eye, the electronic nerve bundles behind it still stained with the flesh and blood of its original owner.

Howard was silent for a long time, and finally tentatively and hesitantly put the eyeball into his mouth.

He frowned and tasted the blood in his mouth. He was confused. He should feel sad now, but for some reason, he felt nothing at this moment.

He made swallowing movements, trying to swallow the eyeball, but it ended up stuck in his throat, unable to go down or up. His body detected the blockage and began coughing and retching violently in an attempt to expel the eyeball, but with little success.

Howard knelt in the pool of blood, his face flushed. Just as he was about to suffocate, Freya appeared beside him. The demon lifted Howard's collar and extended two slender fingers into Howard's esophagus. Finally, she grasped the nerve bundle behind the mechanical eye and clamped out the plum-sized, saliva-covered mechanical eye that was blocking Howard's esophagus.

"You can't die without my permission." Freya played with the mechanical eye and suddenly laughed: "Oh, this is that woman's thing, right? What a pity! If one of you could be more honest, she wouldn't have died."

Freya played with the mechanical eye for a while, wrapped it with her tail, then she grabbed Howard with both hands and pushed him against the wall.

"Can she see us from this angle?" Freya licked Howard's face with her tongue, but her eyes were focused on the angle of the mechanical eye on his tail. "Let her watch me, watch me eat you up completely."

"Isa."

Howard said the name.

Freya, who had been licking and sucking Howard's neck, suddenly stopped. She looked up at the human with surprise and astonishment, saying, "How could you know this name? It seems you saw something unusual in that pile of muddy garbage."

"Take me to see the Lord of Pleasure. There's something about me that might interest Him," Howard said.

Freya looked at Howard with a half-smile: "Why? Are you so afraid of being eaten by me?"

"That's not what I'm afraid of." Howard stared coldly into Freya's eyes. "How about we make a bet? If you insist on doing this now, the Lord of Pleasure will definitely punish you when he finds out."

"But if I don't do this, how will I know the Master's attitude towards this matter? Should I just ask the Master directly?"

"It's simple," Howard replied, "The Lady of Pleasure asked you to come and reclaim me. You thought she would keep me in the palace, but I bet Prince Pleasure will let me go."

"Let's make this bet," Howard continued. "If Prince Pleasure lets me go, it proves that my judgment was correct. If Prince Pleasure keeps me in the palace, it proves that I was wrong. Then, I'll be at your mercy."

"Mr. Howard, your reaction really surprised me," Freya said. "I thought you would feel sad."

Howard didn't answer.

"Very well, Mr. Howard, I accept your invitation. However, in a gambling game, both parties must offer chips to be considered sincere. Your chip is yourself, and mine is..." Freya smiled at Howard. "What do you want? What I can offer and what I can do may far exceed your imagination."

After thinking for a while, Howard spoke slowly: "Can you...can you save her...and everyone on this planet?"

"They've been saved." Freya opened her arms. "Their souls have been freed from their frail bodies and are about to become part of eternal immortality. Isn't that enough?"

"You know, that's not what I mean by salvation," Howard replied.

"Beg me," Freya said.

Howard: "Please."

Freya lifted her left foot from the pool of blood. Originally, her foot looked like the hoof of some animal, but in the process of lifting it up, the keratin and hair on her leg turned into purple mist and drifted away. Finally, the entire leg and foot turned into the appearance of a human or an elf.

"Kiss my feet, lick the insteps and each toe." Freya smiled. "Please me and pray that I will fulfill your wish."

Howard did so with a blank expression.

Freya put down her left leg with satisfaction. As she did so, the purple mist wrapped around her leg again, and her legs and paws turned back into furry hooves.

Then He bit His finger and a drop of blood dripped out.

Freya pinched the drop of blood between her fingers, and the psychic tattoo on her body began to flicker, and the blood on her fingertips emitted a dazzling light.

He raised the drop of blood above his head, and a small subspace vortex appeared with the drop of blood as the center. The souls of all creatures on the planet were attracted to this vortex, and even many souls that had been lost in the subspace were forcibly sucked in.

Countless illusory and ethereal human figures were twisted and stretched, and finally sealed in that drop of blood.

As the last soul entered, Freya slowly lowered her hand. The wound on her fingertips had healed, and the drop of blood on her fingertips had turned into a scarlet gem.

Freya casually threw the gem to Howard, who caught it in a panic. The moment his body touched the gem, he heard endless whispers coming from the gem, but when he tried to concentrate and hear what these whispers were saying, the whispers would stop immediately.

"The souls of every human on this planet are yours," Freya said. "Whether you want to trade them, destroy them, or use them for other purposes, it's up to you."

Then Freya said again.

"Besides, this isn't a bet. It's a reward for your service."