Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

After tightly grasping the flower's stem, the psychic flame reignited in his hand, and the strange flower withered and died under the burning flame. Then, the flower's stem ignited like a fuse, setting the other plants around it on fire.

In the flames of psychic energy, the leaves of the plants turned yellow and curled, the bark dried and cracked and fell off, the fruits crackled and exploded, and the foul water bubbled up. The aftertaste of decay mixed with the bitterness of charcoal and the sweetness of fruit tasted weird and disgusting.

Finally, everything around him turned into a sea of fire, and thick smoke filled the air, and Drago's vision was severely reduced again.

"Devil! What else can you do? Just use it!" Drago roared fearlessly.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. Even though you know that everything you have been doing is in vain, you still refuse to give up?" Freya's voice sounded again, but this time the source of the voice had no direction, but became surrounded, as if there was a Freya speaking in every dancing flame around.

"But have you ever thought about why everything you do is in vain? Do you think it's just because of the curse?"

As Freya finished speaking, a demon walked out from behind the flames. The demon's body was blood red as if it had been skinned. Its body was strong and hunched, with muscle bundles protruding from its neck. On both sides of the demon's head grew a pair of bull-like horns.

How could Drago not remember this demon, the one who had invaded Arklem twice and inflicted a curse on him that had trapped him in the Warp forever.

Demon Mu Ka.

Even though he knew it was an illusion or a trap, Drago rushed forward without hesitation, and with the burning sword of revenge in his hand, he cut the demon in half.

But the demon's body, which was chopped in half, collapsed like a candle under high temperature, and finally turned into two pools of sticky oil. The oil was touched by the psychic flame and began to burn.

Then, two identical M·Ka demons walked out of the flames, and in the eyes of each M·Ka, there was a reflection of Freya.

"Your power comes from the same source as ours. Using it against us is like using firewood to put out a fire. Although it can temporarily suppress the flames, it will ultimately only make the fire burn more fiercely."

Freya, as seen through M. Ka's eyes, taunted Drago. "This tactic might have worked when the fire was weak, but now the fire has spread across the entire galaxy. No matter whether you resist or submit, no matter how hard you and your empire try, everything you do will only fuel the fire. And that is the reason you have survived."

But Drago made no answer. He repeated the Grey Knights' doctrine in his mind over and over again, and then charged towards the endless enemy without hesitation.

At this time, on the other side, Howard was stunned.

He was thrown back by the impact when Drago smashed the table, but was unharmed. He then got up and witnessed the whole thing.

In Howard's eyes, from the very beginning, Freya was gently waving her wings and floating in the air easily and comfortably, but there was a captivating purple light flashing in her eyes.

The eyes of Drago on the ground were also covered with a thin layer of purple light, and then he went crazy.

The brave and resolute Grey Knight suddenly began to roar and swing his sword at non-existent enemies, but even in this situation, Drago's swordsmanship remained orderly. He could swing his sword countless times in an instant. In Howard's eyes, he was like a storm composed of sword blades enveloping him.

There was no doubt that Drago was hallucinating.

Although Cardo Drago is famous, Howard knows very well that his fighting ability is not ranked among the best in this world.

Howard once analyzed that judging from Freya's strength, even the great Imperial Regent might not be able to defeat her, and the most powerful enemy Drago had ever faced in his life happened to be at the same level as the Imperial Regent.

Although the war ended with Drago's victory, Drago had already grasped the enemy's fatal weakness at the beginning of the war, and achieved this result at the cost of all his Grey Knight brothers. Moreover, he only defeated the enemy but did not kill him.

So it can be basically considered that Drago's combat power is at the next level below that of the Imperial Regent.

So it was not unexpected for Howard that he was suppressed by Freya.

But Howard didn't expect that Freya could actually drag Drago into the illusion, because he knew that the Astartes, especially the Grey Knights, were famous for their firm will, and Drago could almost be said to be the one with the strongest will among the Grey Knights.

This is a bit scary.

In Howard's heart, Freya's fighting power increased a little bit.

Not far away, Drago, who had been roaring and fighting against the invisible enemy, gradually slowed down his movements. Then, he knelt on the ground tiredly, supporting his body with the Sword of Vengeance.

According to the physique of the Grey Knights, or even the Imperial Astra Militarum, they would not feel tired after roaring and wielding weapons for such a while. However, this hero now showed signs of fatigue. It could only be that Freya's illusion had taken effect.

Drago knelt on one knee, leaning on the Blade of Vengeance and breathing heavily.

Freya in the sky saw that the time was almost right, so she folded her wings and slowly floated down in front of the exhausted knight. If it were before, the grey knight would have roared and slashed with his sword, but now, he was indifferent to Freya's approach.

"Brave and loyal knight, it seems you finally understand the truth..." Freya reached out and gently stroked his cheek, like a queen caressing a tamed lion. "We are the same, except that my god is in the Palace of Pleasure, and your god is in the Golden Throne."

"Since we are all the same, why do we have to kill each other?" Freya held up Drago's huge head and looked into his eyes with a motherly smile. "Stay with me and serve me. I will let you experience many joys that you have never known before."

After saying that, seeing that Drago didn't react much, Freya slowly approached Drago's face and wanted to kiss his forehead.

But just when Freya was only an inch away from kissing Drago's forehead, the Gray Knight who was half-kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his hand and pinched Freya's head.

"The Emperor said he's not a god. Even if he were, he'd be the one to slaughter all the gods!" Drago raised his head firmly and slowly, looking directly into Freya's surprised eyes. "And I will never associate with the devil!"

After saying this, he grasped Freya's head tightly with one hand to prevent her from escaping, and with the other hand he raised the sword of revenge again and stabbed it into the heart of the demon.