Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

A huge torrent of psychic energy surged towards Freya. Just like when she faced the psychic flames, Freya opened a portal to divert this powerful force elsewhere.

It's not that He can't dodge or block it, but no matter whether He dodges or resists, the aftermath will cause damage to the planet. This is the world He has carefully managed and His collection. If His collection is damaged because of playing with Drago, He will be very annoyed.

A torrent of psychic energy bombarded the portal, but this time, the released energy was not silently absorbed like before.

The portal that was supposed to lead to nothingness began to flicker after absorbing this pale white energy, and blazing white lightning flashed through the void. Every time the lightning struck, the edge of the portal shattered.

Good! We've fallen into the trap!

There was a strange glint in Drago's eyes.

Since his attack had already been swallowed by the portal opened by this demon, Drago would not use the same stupid move again even if it was a life-and-death struggle.

This released torrent of psychic energy was specifically designed to target the portal that the demon could open at any time. As an expert in anti-subspace and demons, he had seen many chaos portals and knew how to destroy them... or use them.

"What's going on?" At this moment, Freya also noticed that the portal she had torn open was collapsing. She soon realized the culprit that caused the portal to collapse. She looked at Drago and said, "Interesting, was this you who did it?"

"You want to use the portal I opened to escape from here. It's a good idea, but it's still a little short of the mark." Freya raised her hand, and the collapsing portal was forcibly stabilized under her intervention, and it was still gathering together.

Seeing this, Drago grabbed the scripture embedded in his shield with his hand and threw it towards Freya with force.

This scripture is not a mass-printed commodity from a street stall, but the scripture of Bishop Terra. The pages are covered with the skin of a saint, and the ink is mixed with holy oil and the ashes of the Sisters of Silence who died in battle. It is a first-class anti-demon and warp holy relic.

Under Drago's powerful force, the heavy book weighing more than 50 kilograms was thrown as fast as a cannonball. During the flight, the pages flipped and fell off, and most of them fell off like flying snowflakes.

But in the end, the skin made of the saint's skin, carrying about one-third of the remaining scripture, accurately hit Freya's right hand as she was closing the portal, knocking her right hand back and interrupting the magic that was originally used to maintain the stability of the portal.

Closing a portal that is about to collapse is like compressing a spring. You need to press the spring into the bottom slot and fix it in one go. Once the compressing force is removed halfway, the spring will bounce high, far exceeding its length when it is at rest.

And now, Freya's hand that was pressing on the spring was removed.

"Click!"

A blazing white rainbow burst out from the crack of the portal that was about to close. The lightning struck the sea of tulips, directly creating a charred pit two meters deep and ten meters in diameter in the warm yellow sea of flowers. Not only that, the high heat from the lightning strike also ignited the flowers, and the fire began to spread instantly.

"You guy! What did you do?!" At this time, the situation was finally beyond Freya's control. She had been playing with Drago in the form of a tiger playing with its prey, but she didn't expect that when she was about to bite off the prey's throat, she was kicked by the prey's hoof.

"Devil, I admit, you are indeed stronger than me." Drago stood up straight, leaning on his greatsword. He looked at the demon who thought he had everything under control through the falling pages of scriptures. "But today, you can't kill me, let alone make me surrender!"

"Demon, I will remember you and find a way to kill you. I hereby declare that I, Cardo Drago, will definitely destroy you!"

After saying that, Drago raised his shield in front of himself and used his last bit of strength to rush towards the portal that had cracked to the size of a house and was still expanding.

"Delusion!" Freya swung a whip of light at Drago. This was the only time she actively used offensive means since fighting with Drago.

But Drago pulled out the flamethrower hanging from the outside of his thigh and sprayed flames in Freya's direction.

Drago certainly didn't think that the promethium flame could stop the devil's whip, but his target was not Freya's whip, but the fragments of scriptures that were still in the air and had not fallen to the ground.

Under the stimulation of the flames, the dry and yellowed papers were instantly ignited. The flames connected to each other, forming a short wall of fire. Freya's light whip hit this wall of fire and bounced back as if it hit a real wall.

This scripture has been inlaid on Drago's shield for hundreds of years. It seems foolish and absurd to inlay such a fragile antique book on the outside of the shield, but in the years of accompanying Drago in battle, the book has been cut open and soaked in blood. But no matter what damage it has suffered, it will eventually recover.

But now, facing an invincible and powerful enemy, Drago had to sacrifice his "comrade" who had always been with him for a greater goal.

This "comrade" also lived up to Drago's expectations. Even though he turned into ashes, he still won the last glimmer of hope of life for Drago from the dead end.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when Freya's light whip was blocked by the fire wall, Drago plunged into the portal with an unknown destination.

After Drago entered the portal, the portal went completely out of control. The chaotic warp energy tore and twisted the rift into a huge vortex. The vortex rose high into the sky, sucking in everything on the ground, whether it was houses, insects, flowers, land or beekeepers, and randomly spewing it out to unknown locations.

"That human! That human!" Freya's teeth were almost broken when she saw the unprecedented destruction suffered by her flower garden.

He didn't care whether Drago spoke rudely to him, stabbed him, or even threatened him before escaping.

But He cares about His flowers!

These beautiful, harmless, precious flowers that have not been ripened by psychic energy!

Powerful psychic energy enveloped the entire planet. After a dazzling flash of light, Flockfang disappeared in the space, leaving behind only a space crack that was still expanding.

At the same time, in another relatively stable area of the warp, Flockfanger flashed out of the void.

Just now, Freya used her psychic power to teleport Flockfanger to a place far away from the space-time rift.

Because according to Freya's calculations, forcibly closing the rift would consume more spiritual energy than directly moving Flockfang away.

As for that crack, just leave it alone. When the crack expands to a certain extent, it will collapse and annihilate on its own, even if the time required is beyond ordinary people's imagination, even if the existence of the crack will aggravate the disorder of that space.

After saving her collection from danger, Freya looked at the devastated land, feeling both distressed and angry.

But then He discovered a bigger problem:

Howard is gone.