Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"Now, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Freya asked.

Howard looked down at the gem in his palm that was flashing with a strange red light, and slowly closed his palm.

"No more," Howard replied.

He thought for a moment and then said, "Thank you."

"You can use more fancy words to express your gratitude to me. A simple thank you won't make me happy," said Freya.

Although he said so, after hearing Howard's thanks, the tip of the demon's tail hanging in the pool of blood began to sway slightly.

Then Freya opened her arms: "So, continue to praise me."

Howard's eyelids twitched slightly. The characters in the Slaanesh camp were indeed all arrogant and narcissistic. It was rare for him to show some true feelings just now, but he didn't expect to dig a hole for himself again.

"I'm sorry, I can't think of any fancy words..." Howard replied.

Before Freya could show an unhappy expression, Howard asked, "Freya, I haven't prayed to Prince Pleasure since leaving the palace. Do you know why?"

The demon crossed his arms and smiled, "Hmm?"

"Because I'm scared..." Howard continued to make up a lie, "I'm not scared of seeing you, but I'm scared that when I pray sincerely, it won't be you who responds to me."

"So I'm really...really happy to meet you this time. Thank you for coming and for everything you've done for me," Howard said. "Please forgive me because I really can't find the right words to describe my feelings. If I deliberately use inaccurate words, I always feel like...like I'm deliberately performing."

Saying that you won't perform is also a form of performance.

As he said these words, Howard's toes were so embarrassed that they were about to break through the soles of his shoes.

But there is no way, my life is now in the hands of the other party.

Howard knows that dignity can only be called dignity when it is strong enough. The strong can talk about dignity with the strong, and the strong can also talk about dignity with the weak, but it is a joke for the weak to talk about dignity with the strong.

Although he was very unhappy, he was a weakling in front of Freya. Even if he did not follow Freya's wishes, Freya probably would not kill him. But if a demon of this level wanted to take revenge or play a little "prank", he would definitely suffer even with the highest instructions from Slaanesh.

And now he was grateful to Freya because Freya had saved the souls of everyone on the planet.

If just a few licks and a few halfhearted compliments could save the souls of an entire planet from eternal torment after death, Howard couldn't imagine a better deal. If Freya told Howard that she could restore the planet to its original state and resurrect all the dead, Howard would kneel down and lick Freya's feet or hooves until they were rotten.

Why not endure a little inner discomfort if it can bring considerable benefits and avoid huge risks?

Howard had done similar things before traveling through time. When writing papers or doing projects, he always thought that the products or processes he designed were a bunch of defenses, but he would find ways to exaggerate these defenses to the sky. At the same time, when reviewing the manuscripts or papers of his peers, he would also tacitly exaggerate his peers' defenses to the sky.

However, this is generally the case with business mutual flattery. As long as you can't kill someone, just flatter them to death. As long as you don't feel embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

If others feel embarrassed or ashamed because of your flattery, it means that the other person is not as capable as you, and you win.

And Howard was not exaggerating. Through this impromptu thank-you speech, Howard also explained why he had not taken the initiative to contact Slaanesh.

No matter what happened in the past six months, even when he almost confronted Nurgle head-on, he never thought of using the power of Slaanesh. This matter can be big or small. In a big way, it can be said that he has the intention of betraying Slaanesh. In a small way, as Howard explained, everything depends on whether those who have the ability to pursue it are willing to pursue it.

Judging from Freya's various reactions, he was at least a great demon, a demon of considerable weight. He had the right to question her. Therefore, taking advantage of this atmosphere to proactively explain was better than having Freya or someone in Slaanesh proactively ask questions in the future. As long as Freya didn't press this crucial question right now, the matter could be easily put behind him.

After telling the lie, Howard didn't say anything else. Instead, he seemed indifferent but was carefully observing Freya's reaction.

The demon didn't respond on the surface, but the speed and amplitude of the swing of his tail increased significantly, creating a slight splashing sound in the pool of blood.

Freya's eyes caught sight of her tail twitching, but she pretended not to notice. Then she smiled at Howard and said, "That's great. I'm very happy."

As she said this, Freya unnoticeably tucked her dangling tail under her feet and stepped on it to prevent it from moving.

Freya thought Howard didn't see his little action, but Howard saw it, but he had to pretend not to see it.

Then Freya stretched out her hand to Howard, and a powerful attraction sucked Howard into Freya's hand.

"So cute..." Freya gently stroked Howard's forehead, "Now, I'll take you back."

Howard nodded, and then he saw Freya's black wings spread out behind her, and his eyes immediately widened.

Holy shit! Is this going to be like last time?!

Sure enough, Freya's wings were fully spread, and she hugged Howard and turned into a stream of purple light.

Unlike last time, this time Freya opened her psychic shield and deliberately slowed down her speed so that Howard could see the entire planet.

After continuous bombing and clearing, one third of this magnificent nest city has collapsed, and even the space elevator has been seriously damaged. Farther away, the glass sea that is continuously illuminated by orbital lasers is still churning and bubbling, and the sky is still red from being calcined by weapons that can burn the atmosphere.

Everything was burning, and all I saw was death. This was what the end of the world was like.

"Look at this, a masterpiece of humanity," Freya exclaimed. "Compared to the number you have killed, the number of humans we have killed is not even a fraction of what you have killed."

Howard said nothing. Freya smiled slightly. She didn't force Howard to give an answer. She held Howard and accelerated again, rushing out of the planet's atmosphere in the opposite direction and entering the huge subspace rift that opened around the planet.

The Warp rift closed with Freya's entry, and several surviving spaceships were still parked in orbit around Nat.

These ships that had not crashed were the first to activate the Geller force field after the subspace rift opened. Freya had no intention of attacking them, so they survived.

It would take months, years, or even longer for these surviving ships to restore astropathic communications, and then they would report what was happening on the planet to the Empire as quickly as possible.

Decades later, a new batch of cleanup fleets from the Empire will arrive here. Unlike the current mortal force composed only of the Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy, the ones coming here ten years later to carry out the cleanup mission will be the Astartes Chapter and the Grey Knights.

After a long period of detection, they determined that there was no living life on this planet. Generally speaking, such planets would be recycled, but in the end, an extinction order was issued for this planet.

As Freya said, the number of humans killed by humans themselves and the planets destroyed by humans themselves far exceeds the number of humans killed by chaos and the planets destroyed by chaos.