Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

It could be early morning, noon, or late at night. The flow of time in the subspace cannot be judged by common sense.

Howard woke up and was eating.

His food consisted of dill roast potatoes, fried bacon, fried eggs from an unknown animal, grilled mushrooms, grilled sausages, grilled steaks from an unknown animal, stewed shellfish from an unknown animal, and a piece of ginger bread, accompanied by a pot of a drink that looked like black tea in every way.

This meal could be said to be the second best meal Howard had eaten since he traveled through time. The best meal was at the lord's luxurious banquet a long time ago. Even when he lived on the planet Orin, if he was in a good mood, he would just have a piece of treasured ham, a grilled sausage and a glass of mead.

Freya sat across the table.

He took off the Muse-like attire he had worn when he met Slaanesh before, and instead changed into clothes that somewhat resembled the Imperial Army uniform. He wore a long black trench coat on the outside, and a gorgeous uniform similar to the German SS style inside. He wore black boots studded with brass nails on his feet, and black leather gloves on his hands.

However, the four horns on his head and the wings behind him were not hidden, and the buttons on his chest were tightened to the limit because of the huge treasure chest.

Freya didn't eat, but stared at Howard while he ate.

When Howard finally finished his meal and began to concentrate on drinking his tea, he heard Freya suddenly say, "I still can't understand why you don't like big, skinny bodies. How boring."

"puff!"

Howard spat out a mouthful of black tea.

Is this not sleepy tea?

While Howard was still thinking, Freya suddenly grabbed his collar and threw him onto the bed. The teacup in Howard's hand fell out of his hand, but Freya's tail firmly hooked the handle of the flying teacup, preventing a drop of tea from spilling.

The velvet mattress was fluffy and soft. Howard sank into it when he was thrown on it. Then Freya climbed onto the bed in her boots, raised her legs and straddled Howard's waist, and shook her head to let her long hair fall behind her.

Freya took off her gloves, threw one at Howard's face, and used the other as a hair tie. Then, while tying her hair, she looked at Howard and said, "I want to correct your misconception."

After tying her hair, Freya unbuttoned her chest, took the cup of black tea that Howard had not finished drinking, and slowly poured it into the gap of her huge treasure chest, then threw the empty cup away.

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

The fish has wisely stopped biting the hook, so why is the hook starting to chase the fish and bite?

It seems that this is not a fishhook, but a spear gun?

Howard's pupils and heart shook at the same time. He still underestimated the demon in front of him. The demon was too disdainful to use such low-level tricks as sleeping tea. If he wanted to fight, he would just fight him head-on.

"You you you you you you you me me me me me me me wait wait wait wait wait... ugh!" Howard's brain completely froze, but he was still trying to say something incoherent to delay time, but Freya stuffed her tail into Howard's mouth, depriving him of the right to speak, and at the same time pushed Howard back when he wanted to get up.

"Shh!" Freya made a hushed gesture, stretched her upper body slightly, and began to undress. As she did so, she said in a very natural tone, "It seems you don't have much experience, so it's no wonder you said that. But don't worry, after this, you won't be interested in skinny bodies anymore."

Calm down, calm down, calm down!

Howard repeated this to himself in his mind, and then began to calculate prime numbers.

Count…count…count…count…count your sister! In this situation, there’s no point in you being calm. You’re not asking the other person to be calm.

At this moment, Howard finally understood that in the face of absolute power, firm will or brains were completely meaningless.

So he could only pray in his heart:

Mouth melon! Emperor, save my teeth!

"Drip! Drip! Drip!"

As if Howard's prayer was heard, the alarm sounded just when Freya was about to fail the review if she took off one more piece of clothing.

Freya's movements seemed to have been paused. Half of her clothes had been taken off, revealing her waistline on both sides of her abdomen. But in the end, she reluctantly put her clothes back on.

"How unfortunate," Freya shook her head regretfully as she looked at the male human beneath her crotch, whose brain seemed to have burned out. "It seems you'll have to continue living with this misconception for a while longer."

Then He licked His lips and said, "But you're so confused, how cute..."

Howard and Freya quickly put on their clothes and came to the control room. The auspicious sign showed that the disguised transport ship was surrounded by warships of other Chaos forces. The leading warship had a huge brass skull symbol hanging on it.

Howard didn't have a very deep understanding of Warhammer, but he could tell that this was probably the warship of Khorne, the second brother who sat on a brass toilet.

"What a bunch of brainless idiots!" Freya angrily punched the dashboard, leaving a dent in it.

Then Freya began to command the transport ship to counterattack and break through, but this ship was a transport ship after all, and its firepower and speed could not compare to the enemy's warship. Although it tried its best to fight back and dodge, reports of being attacked or boarded continued to come from all parts of the spaceship.

Moreover, the people on this ship were Chaos believers disguised as miscellaneous space pirates. They did not have much heavy firepower and were completely unable to compete with the enemy's soldiers who were specialized in boarding.

Soon most of the transport ships were under enemy control.

Freya frowned. He was not afraid of the attacking Chaos warships because judging from their size, they were just a reconnaissance fleet. He could push back at any time if he wanted to. He didn't care about the life and death of this transport ship and the other Chaos believers on it, but he needed to consider Howard.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the door of the control room was blown open, and the invading enemy brandished all kinds of ferocious weapons and shouted:

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice..."

But they didn't have the chance to finish their slogans, because the moment the gate was broken, purple flames ignited on Freya's body. The Chaos Armor covered with spikes and chains was put on her again. She spread her wings and rushed into the attacking enemies at a speed that was completely imperceptible to the naked eye, turning them into a bloody mist in an instant.

But more and more enemies began to rush towards the control room. Freya knew that the transport ship might not be able to be saved, so she took Howard with a sullen face and killed everyone who stood in her way to the warehouse. After entering the warehouse, Freya punched through a cabinet and took out something inside, which was a space protective suit.

This space protective suit is a bit like the combat suit that Howard wore on Sherlock before, but it is not equipped with a powered skeleton and firepower, and can only ensure the minimum survival of the people inside in a vacuum.

"This spaceship is scrapped and the original plan has been changed." Freya helped Howard put on his protective suit and then carefully checked whether the seal was intact.

Howard nodded to show that he was listening.

"I will take you to the enemy ship." Freya said again.

"Oh." Howard agreed subconsciously, then immediately realized something was wrong, "Huh?!"

"There is no escape pod on this spaceship. I will use the escape pod on the enemy ship to launch you back to the real universe. What happens after that will depend on you." Freya explained.

No? So you mean you want me to join you on Khorne's warship?