Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"I like your performance very much, but your work... isn't it a little too simple?" The demon leader looked at the rather ugly-looking pancake and seemed a little skeptical.

Howard didn't offer any explanation, but instead raised his hands holding the pancake a little higher. "This is the final step. Please enjoy it, and then you can do whatever you want with my life."

So the demon leader didn't say anything. He opened his mouth and stretched out his wet and soft tongue. He slowly licked Howard's arm, and repeatedly licked the blisters on Howard's hand that were oozing with tissue fluid. Finally, he rolled up the pancake and took it away.

The demon chewed for a long, slow moment, then tsk'd in confusion.

Su Meng thought that Howard's food did not satisfy the leader, so he rushed up again with a roar, and then had the other half of his face torn off by a claw.

"Who gave you this ability?" the demon asked.

Howard knew he had made the right bet, so he straightened his back and said, "I'm looking for the answer to this question, too."

The demon was silent for a long time, then nodded slightly. "I admire your abilities and your madness. You are worthy of being our companion. Come on, I'll take you to the 'Palace'."

But Howard remained unmoved.

"Why, do you have any other requests?"

"Please spare the lives of these mortals." Howard said, and the mortals he was referring to were these captured imperial personnel.

Howard saw the displeasure on the demon's face. He knew his request was excessive, but he still explained, "Messenger of the Lord of Pleasure, if you take all their lives here, no one in the Empire will know of your achievements. After all, it's perfectly normal for a warship to be lost in the Warp. But if you release these humble mortals who witnessed your feat back into the real universe, they will spread the story of your great victory throughout the Empire."

The devil stared at Howard, and his gaze seemed to pierce his soul. As the devil stared longer and longer, Howard felt more and more uneasy. Just when he almost thought the devil was going to be angered by his rude request, he saw the devil smile.

"Brothers and sisters, now that you've had enough fun, it's time to go back. Let the remaining mortals go."

The devil actually agreed to Howard's request.

After hearing this order, no matter how dissatisfied the Chaos believers were, they did not dare to go against the wishes of their leader. They could only put down the toys in their hands and look at Howard with hatred.

"Look, now they all want to eat you alive. Only I can protect you, okay?" The devil's tongue stroked Howard's face, his eyes full of pampering.

What the devil meant by releasing the remaining mortals was just to give them a few transport planes to send them back to the real universe. It was impossible to return this imperial warship. Sherlock was originally the target of Chaos' attack and the most important trophy of Chaos' attack.

But when Howard showed up, the most important trophy became him.

The demon led Howard and drove the remaining mortals all the way to the hangar. Chaos only provided three transport planes for the mortals on the warship to evacuate, but even if these three transport planes were full, one-third of the people still could not squeeze in.

"Ah, it seems we've run into a problem." The demon looked at Howard in feigned surprise, pretending to be troubled. "It seems we don't have enough space. If we can't all leave, both we and the remaining mortals will be very unhappy. What do you think we should do?"

For a moment, all the lives in the hangar turned their eyes to Howard, whether they were from the Chaos forces or the Empire forces.

Howard really wanted to say, "Then just give us an extra transport plane," but he knew that this was not the answer the devil wanted. Even if he said it without knowing what was good for him, the devil would have no reason to agree to his request, and it might even lead to more serious consequences.

Howard didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of those mortals in the empire, because in their eyes, Howard saw something called hope.

"Get rid of all those who don't have a place..." Howard whispered.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that."

Howard's fingers twitched uncontrollably, his fists clenched unconsciously, the blisters on his hands were squeezed and tissue fluid mixed with blood dripped onto the ground.

Howard let out a long breath, then raised his face and smiled at the devil:

"Emissary of the Lord of Pleasure, I don't think this is a problem worth worrying about. As long as we kill all those who don't have a place, no one will have any objections."

The demon was stunned by Howard's unusual behavior, but it was only for a brief moment before he nodded and smiled, "Very good, very good. Then let's do as you say."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hangar suddenly became noisy. Now it was the Empire's turn to want to eat Howard alive, but the Chaos side, on the contrary, looked at Howard with a new respect because of what he had just said.

"traitor!"

No one knew who shouted first, but among the surviving members of the Empire, the condemnation of Howard as a "traitor" never stopped. As the emotions of hatred were aroused, those Imperial soldiers who knew that they had no chance of survival began their final resistance. Some of them took advantage of the demons' slackness to break through the Chaos defense line, but this time their target was not the demons or Chaos believers, but Howard.

The Chaos side did not seem to have any intention of helping Howard block the Imperial attack, and the Imperial soldiers quickly rushed to Howard.

The devil handed a pistol to Howard: "You fire the first shot."

Howard raised his hands: "Sorry, I really can't do this."

This time the demon did not force it, but tore the imperial soldier who was rushing to the front and shouting "For the Emperor" into pieces with one claw.

The leader took action, and the rest of the Chaos believers also began to strangle the remaining imperial troops. This was a one-sided massacre, because the imperial side had no weapons and equipment, and soon they were all wiped out.

This moderate commotion reduced the number of survivors by half, because when those who had no place to stay resisted, many of those who had already boarded the transport plane chose to jump out and fight alongside their brothers, and then die together.

Howard watched the massacre silently, while the demon next to him danced his fingers rhythmically, as if he had become a conductor, directing the symphony orchestra in front of him to perform a great performance.

Half a Terran standard time later, the remaining three transport planes took off with partially loaded passengers. Howard watched them fly away. He knew that tens of thousands of surviving members of the Empire inside the transport planes were also looking in his direction.

But the eyes of these survivors looking at him will no longer be filled with gratitude and hope.

"223." Howard whispered a prime number.

Then the leader of the demons came up to him and put his claws on his shoulders.

The demon's claws still contained the internal organs and pieces of clothing of the imperial soldiers that he had just torn apart.

"Welcome to join us." The demon's tone was gentle, like a whisper between lovers.