Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Howard reached out toward the Sword of Destiny, and for a moment, he saw a vision of an infinitely bright future unfolding before his eyes. He saw that with his help, loyal Primarchs would return, the technology of the Golden Age would be rediscovered, the damaged Golden Throne would be repaired, and the Emperor would walk the earth once more. But this time, the mistakes of history would not be repeated. Humanity would finally banish the filth of the Warp from the real world forever, and the light of Holy Terra would illuminate not only the Milky Way, but the entire universe.

When his fingertips were about to touch the hilt of the sword, Howard withdrew his hand.

"Child, what are you hesitating about?" Howard heard the emperor's concerned and urgent question.

Howard folded his arms and turned around, looking at the golden giant in front of him. He said in a mocking tone, "You've been watching me since I was born? Come on, do you know when and where I was born?"

As these words were spoken, something seemed to be broken. Howard saw a demon prince taking advantage of the Emperor's daze to stab his claws into his chest. Then, the "Emperor's" expression and body began to distort, and finally with a scream, he turned into a ball of purple mist and disappeared.

Behind Howard, the shining Sword of Destiny quickly dimmed and finally turned into a huge, withered finger bone.

As for the demon army in the sky and around, after the "Emperor" disappeared, they did not choose to attack Howard, but they did not leave either.

really……

Although he had guessed this would happen, Howard still felt a little disappointed when the lie was exposed.

It seems that the Emperor did not notice him, a mortal, in his busy schedule. Perhaps to this universe, he is just an insignificant existence.

"Very good, very good." The same demon walked from the other side of the altar to Howard's side. "It seems you haven't been deceived by the false emperor's lies. The false emperor loves to play tricks like this. He sacrifices others in the name of noble things, while he hides in the back and reaps the souls of his believers."

"But I'm curious, how did you figure that out?" the demon asked again.

"I'm just a mortal. The Pseudo-Emperor shouldn't pay so much attention to me."

"Your understanding of the False Emperor is absolutely correct." The demon seemed very pleased with Howard's response. He nodded repeatedly and said, "The False Emperor claims to love all of humanity, but he loves humanity as a species, not individuals, not even his own son. Isn't that ridiculous? Only the most foolish would believe the False Emperor's words. All those who saw through the False Emperor's true nature threw themselves into the arms of the gods."

Howard neither agreed nor disagreed with the devil's remarks.

"Congratulations on passing all the tests," the demon said to Howard. "Throughout history, from the most determined heroes to the most deranged lunatics, few have ever made it this far. Although you are a mortal, your achievement in a mortal body is truly remarkable. This alone is enough to make you my equal, or even surpass me."

The demon then raised his hands high and, like an excited orator, announced to the audience around him—those demons and Chaos believers—“Brothers and sisters, it’s time to celebrate. A new companion has joined us. In the near future, he will become the most beloved prince of the Lord of Pleasure!”

After listening to the demon's preaching, the Chaos believers who had just suffered heavy casualties in the battle with the "Emperor" burst into cheers. Then Howard saw these Chaos believers and demons who had just been holding various strange weapons put away their weapons, and then took out various even more bizarre musical instruments from somewhere, and played a weird and harsh symphony.

Watching all this, for a moment, Howard's mind became confused.

In this confused moment, he seemed to see the eternal night covering the sky turn into soft daylight, the dazzling aurora turned into a gorgeous rainbow across the sky, and flying in the sky were no longer banshees and demons like vultures circling their prey, but angels with white and soft wings growing on their backs.

The grass on the ground sprouted, and yellow and white unknown flowers bloomed. In the distance, the dead trees grew new leaves and were laden with fruits. The Chaos worshippers and demons around them also completely disappeared, replaced by countless heroic warriors and beautiful girls wearing wreaths and Roman robes.

The warriors nodded to Howard with spears in their hands, and then made way for a road on both sides. The road was covered with a red carpet, and girls carried bamboo baskets and threw countless fresh rose petals from them. At the end of the road was a white throne carved from a whole piece of marble.

The music played at this time no longer sounded strange and harsh to Howard, but instead became passionate, like a ceremonial song to welcome the triumphant heroes returning from the battle.

For a moment, Howard fell into deep self-doubt. He couldn't tell what was true and what was false, nor could he tell whether this was heaven or hell.

While Howard was hesitating, many warriors, angels and girls gathered around him. They put a laurel crown on Howard's head, lifted him up high, and then walked towards the throne.

Howard shuddered violently, feeling that something was wrong. He tried to struggle, but the hand that had raised him gripped him tightly like an iron clamp. Howard shouted, but his shouts were immediately drowned out by the music and the endless praise for him.

Howard got anxious, he opened his mouth and bit the ear of the warrior closest to him.

The tragic screams finally broke the lively and harmonious illusion. Both the angels in heaven and the musicians playing instruments on the ground were frightened by the screams.

The crowd carrying Howard was also frightened. They threw Howard to the ground and Howard spat out the things in his mouth. It was the pointed ear of a gray-brown goblin with hard bristles on the back of the ear. Purple blood was dripping from the torn wound.

Everything around me returned to the way it should be.

The demons and Chaos believers surrounded Howard and whispered to each other. Howard felt a surge of anger for no reason. He stood up and roared at them, "Get out!"

Unexpectedly, Howard's roar really worked. After another round of whispers, the demons surrounding him began to gradually retreat and withdraw, and soon all disappeared.

Only then did Howard see clearly that what was under his feet was not a red carpet at all, but a carpet made of countless rotten animal furs. At the end of the carpet was naturally not a throne, but a tree spirit covered with thorns and claws.

If Howard had really sat on it just now, the tree spirit would probably give him a fatal hug immediately, making him the tree spirit's nourishment forever.