Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Slaanesh stretched out his long nails and carved an eight-pointed star representing Chaos on Howard's forehead. The eight-pointed star emitted a slight heat and then disappeared under the skin.

The contract is established.

The gates of heaven closed, Slaanesh left the throne, and returned to the heavens beyond the reach of mortals.

The memories of the past hammered Howard's nerves like a red-hot hammer, but now he no longer cared about this level of pain.

Freya brought Howard his original clothes. Howard didn't expect that even though his body had been reassembled countless times, the clothes were still intact and the damaged parts were mended.

Then Freya took Howard back the same way, but this time, Howard changed from an experiencer to a bystander.

Howard saw someone walking on the beach, which represented laziness. The person was soothed to sleep by the soft sunshine and birdsong. Soon his body turned into sand and was washed away by the waves and sea breeze.

Howard saw someone making an impassioned speech in the House of Honor, with an audience that maintained a superficial flattery but with daggers hidden beneath their robes.

Howard saw someone using the power in his hands to command the army to conquer the starry sea, but he himself was just an ordinary mortal. Eventually, internal and external troubles broke out, and the monarch, who was powerless to save the situation, hanged himself in the deserted palace.

Howard saw people who were obsessed with lust and indulged in pleasure, and ended up being eaten up because they couldn't satisfy the needs of so many partners.

Howard saw some people indulge in gluttony, refusing to give up the feast in front of them even if their stomachs were bursting.

Howard saw someone lost in treasure, endlessly counting and guarding his endless wealth, until his skin was replaced by gold and became part of the wealth.

If Howard saw this when he came here, he would think this was hell.

But now he agreed with Freya's words that it was also a kind of happiness to die in a sweet dream.

Because dreams are false happiness, and reality is real pain.

Finally, he and Freya walked out of the palace. The psychedelic aurora was still in the eternal night, and the palace behind them looked like the castle of Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale.

"Mr. Howard, are you afraid of heights?" Freya asked suddenly.

"Not bad." Howard answered subconsciously, then he realized something was wrong: "What are you going to do?"

Freya responded with practical actions. She hugged Howard, spread her wings behind her, and took off with Howard in the wind.

Strong winds rushed into Howard's lungs through his mouth and nose. He felt like his lungs were like a balloon that could burst at any moment. Worse still, the wind pressure was so intense that he couldn't push the waste gas out of his lungs. Just as he was about to suffocate, he heard Freya laughing through the chaotic sound of the wind: "Mr. Howard, we are now breaking through the planet's atmosphere. If you can't bear it, you can bury your head in it. It will feel better."

Howard did as he was told. Survival was the most important thing. After burying his head in the huge treasure chest, the pressure in his lungs suddenly decreased, and Howard was finally able to exhale the exhaust gas he had been holding for so long.

Seeing Howard adjusted his posture, Freya flapped her wings again, and her speed suddenly increased. The moisture in the surrounding air was compressed and condensed by the strong pressure, and a white steam ring exploded.

Freya took Howard directly through the planet's gravity and atmosphere and entered the transport ship waiting in the planet's low-Earth orbit.

After landing, Freya shook off the ice crystals covering her wings and put Howard down.

After landing, Howard checked his whole body in confusion. In the extremely cold and lack of oxygen at the top of the atmosphere, Freya still did not take any protective measures, but simply wrapped Howard with her wings.

This was much more thrilling and exciting than the life-threatening skydiving sponsored by a certain beverage that Howard had seen on the Internet before. The space skydiving on TV at least involved jumping from the stratosphere with professional protection, while he was going through the stratosphere from the ground in the opposite direction, not to mention the extremely cold area with no air, which was nearly half a minute away between the planet's atmosphere and low-Earth orbit.

But perhaps Howard was lucky. Apart from a layer of frost on his hair and eyebrows, he did not suffer any substantial damage.

Howard suspected that Freya did it on purpose. For a monster that could break through the planet's atmosphere alone, it should not be difficult to use psychic power to open a protective shield. But Freya didn't know whether she did it to tease him or torture him. If Howard hadn't developed resistance after this period of torture, it is not impossible that he would have been scared to death in mid-air.

Then Freya cast a spell, which was a disguise spell used by banshees. A two-meter-tall banshee could use this spell to disguise herself as Jerusalem, who was about 1.7 meters tall. Now Freya also used this spell, but not to disguise herself as someone else, but to reduce her own size, or in other words, to disguise herself as a smaller version of herself.

Because this transport ship is designed according to human standards.

After using the disguise spell, Freya's body gradually shrank from almost four meters tall to about two meters. Originally, Howard's height when he stood up could only reach Freya's thighs, but after shrinking, Freya was only half a head taller than Howard.

Seeing that Howard's emotions had stabilized, Freya led him into the spaceship. This time, Howard's identity was no longer a prisoner, but a partner of equal status.

As they walked, Freya introduced her plan to Howard.

Freya: "My Lord has asked me to send you back to the real universe. Although I am reluctant, I cannot disobey my Lord's order."

Freya: "We've received intelligence that an Imperial ship carrying refugees will be passing through this area soon. We will attack this Imperial ship as space pirates, but our attack will be unsuccessful. However, we will use this attack to get you aboard the Imperial ship."

Howard knew he had no right to object, so he just listened, and at the same time he saw through the disguise of the transport ship.

There was no doubt that the transport ship was under the control of the Slaanesh camp, but along the way, Howard did not see any demons or warp creatures except Freya beside him. The other crew members on the ship were undoubtedly Chaos believers, but their appearance was not as weird as other Chaos believers. It was like a group of less crazy Shamatte selected from a group of drug-taking body-transformed lunatics.

After all, to the Imperium, space pirates and Chaos weren't even on the same level of threat. A Chaos attack on a ship and a Space Pirate attack on a ship were two completely different concepts. If a ship carrying refugees was attacked by Chaos, it might be considered to be hiding someone or something extraordinary, but if a refugee ship was attacked by Space Pirates, it might simply be considered a group of desperadoes who had broken away from the Imperium and gone mad.

Finally, Freya took Howard to his room and pushed open the solid wooden door. The room arranged for Howard was a French-style bedroom with luxurious crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, a velvet bed and a bronze bathtub in the room, and the air was filled with the scent of aromatherapy.

Freya made a gesture of invitation to Howard: "Mr. Howard, I know you are very tired these days. Take a hot bath and have a good sleep."

Howard agreed and walked into the bedroom, but when he was about to close the door, Freya blocked it with her hand.

Howard: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Freya: "Mr. Howard, if you invite me tonight, I will stay."

Howard: "I don't understand what you mean."

Freya: "I have been tempting you, haven't you noticed?"

Howard looked at Freya, his expression unchanged: "I know, but I don't like too big ones."

Then Howard closed the door, and this time Freya didn't stop him.

After closing the door, Howard didn't take a shower. Instead, he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Howard knew very well that seducing a person was as common as eating and drinking for the demons in Slaanesh's camp. It was their instinct and their job.

If any foolish mortal took the bait, he would be eaten alive and discarded like garbage.

He had done countless stupid things in his life, but not this one.