Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Under the Orks' wave after wave of fierce attacks, the Nurgle Legion's troops were finally unable to stop, and the Chaos Space Marines were caught in a bitter fight. The wings of the Nurgle flies were pierced by the Orks' anti-aircraft guns and fell into the green tide, like a butterfly with broken wings falling into a ferocious group and was instantly devoured.

"Waaagh!"

An extremely powerful orc, wielding a giant mace studded with spikes, broke through the line of hundreds of plague zombies and rushed into the circle where only Howard and Freya were, smashing down on Freya and Howard.

Freya lifted Howard's chin and said regretfully, "Time spent in tenderness always passes so quickly..."

Then He raised a finger to meet the orc's falling giant club.

"boom!"

Freya's slender fingers touched the orc's mace. When the two came into contact, the huge kinetic energy neither knocked Freya's fingers down nor made the mace rebound, so the energy was released in all directions.

The giant orc was at the center of the impact, its skin torn apart by the shock wave in the first instant, followed by its blood and bones. The orc was peeled off layer by layer with anatomical precision, turning into tissue fragments scattered all over the ground.

Seen from space, a shock wave spread out with Freya as the center. This shock wave flattened the sand within a diameter of hundreds of meters around her. All the creatures fighting in this range, whether they were orcs or the Legion of Nurgle, were all shaken away. In the center of the endless yellow sand, a stage belonging to Freya appeared.

And Howard was His only audience.

Freya let go of Howard and slowly backed away. She looked into Howard's eyes and said, "This farce has gone on long enough. Let me end it."

Freya opened her arms, drawing endless energy from the Warp to lift Him up, and a spell beyond mortal comprehension was released. At the moment the spell was released, purple flames burned in the pupils of billions of orcs in the desert at the same time. The great demon of Slaanesh ignited their souls, and the spiritual fire burned even more vigorously with souls as fuel.

A few of the most powerful and special orcs were able to rely on their natural resistance to the Warp to avoid having their souls burned to ashes, but their brains were also directly cooked by psychic energy. Most of them eventually died because their brains were burned into boiling and smelly paste. Only less than a hundred of the most powerful orcs survived this catastrophe, and these orcs were also the few individuals that the Eldar prophets had seen before, with messy threads of fate still extending from them.

In an instant, all the orcs in the desert looked up at Freya at the same time, and the ashes of their burned-out souls floated towards Freya, finally forming a huge, misty ball of ash.

"Dirty, rude, and completely worthless."

Freya made an evaluation of the orcs' soul ashes, and then she exerted force with her hands, and the orcs' soul cluster was crushed bit by bit, and finally shattered with a "puff" sound.

In the moment before the soul was shattered, a huge orc's angry face seemed to appear inside the ball of ash.

"Plop! Plop!..."

All the orcs fell to the ground at the same time, their eyes turning into black holes.

After losing the orc technicians driving them, the huge garbage war machines in the orc army collapsed one after another. Some of these machines were crushed by their own weight, with broken connecting rods and bent beams; some of the power systems malfunctioned, and then spontaneously combusted or exploded; others simply scattered into basic parts on the ground, as if these parts were all attracted by a huge magnet in the center, and now, this magnet has lost its magnetism.

After saving the Orc Legion with one strike, which the Legendary Grey Knights had only watched in despair and which the Empire needed to dispatch several Legions Astartes to deal with, Freya landed gracefully. Although she didn't say anything, her face was filled with a little pride that she couldn't hide. She almost had the words "Praise me" written on her face.

"That's amazing." Howard clapped his hands in praise.

"Is that all?" Freya looked unhappy with the lack of praise Howard offered.

"For others, this would be a remarkable achievement, a feat worthy of being written down in bold print on their resumes, but I know it's a piece of cake for you, so this is the only way I can answer you," Howard said. "Otherwise, if I run out of words now, how can I praise you when you show me a true miracle someday?"

Howard admired himself more and more because of the subtle flattery.

"Ahem! That's right!" Freya put away her pride after hearing this, but the tip of her tail was still wagging. "Then when I show you my true power in the future, don't be stingy with your words of praise!"

"I'm looking forward to that day," Howard said.

The Nurgle Legions that also survived on the ground looked at each other in shock. The strength of this Slaanesh demon was far beyond their expectations. They unconsciously searched in their minds for someone who could compete with this demon, hoping to bring themselves a sense of security. However, they soon discovered that if one day they had to become enemies with this Slaanesh demon, then they could only feel at ease by surrounding themselves with the Father of Plagues.

The remaining Nurgle legions looked at Freya cautiously and began to retreat. They first gathered in one place, then slowly moved away. After they thought they had reached a safe distance, they sacrificed a Chaos psyker in their team to open the warp portal, and then scrambled to escape back to the warp.

For the Father of Plagues, they are willing to sacrifice their lives even if there is a slight chance of winning, but when there is no chance of winning at all, they will prioritize preserving themselves and wait for an opportunity.

Freya glanced at the retreating plague legions. She did not intend to chase them immediately, because if she chased them now, they would be counted as having died in the mission of rescuing Howard, and the Father of Plague might put the blame on Howard.

He wanted to let these plague legions that had seen his true face leave, put them back into the warp, let them escape far enough and long enough, long enough to be separated from Howard, and then, when they thought they were safe, he would reap their lives.

In this case, they did not die because of Howard, but died in the daily killing between the subordinates of the gods of the warp.

Because of Howard's face, Freya has given them time to escape. If they can't escape, they can't blame this human.

Howard also watched Nurgle's men leave, and then he looked at the orc corpses that stretched to the end of his sight.

It seems that the orcs suffered the greatest losses in this battle, but in fact it was not the case.

The real main force of the orcs was in the black garbage city at the end of the sight, but at this time Howard could still feel the slight vibration coming from under his feet, which meant that the garbage city was still operating.

Although the orcs who came out to start the war died, their bodies were not completely burned and destroyed.

Soon these corpses will decompose themselves, polluting the land, and then after a short period of time, billions of orcs will crawl out of the sand.

Therefore, the army that suffered the most serious losses in this conflict was actually the army of the Father of Plagues.