Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 371 Demon Prince

Strength continued to drain away as his heart was damaged, and Isa's strength tried frantically to repair his wounds, but Howard pushed the dagger deeper into his chest to ensure that it would not be spit out by the squirming muscles.

His life was like a burst balloon. Isa's power was constantly blowing air into it, but it could not keep up with the speed at which the gas leaked out.

Once all the air inside leaks out, Isa's power will be useless.

Because the power of the Goddess of Life can only heal injuries, but what Howard pursues is death.

Howard slowly knelt on the ground and rested his forehead on the monster.

When the mouse first realized it was in a maze, it was a little smug.

The little white mouse thought it was the most special mouse and that since it had discovered the maze, it could rebel against it.

wishful thinking.

But now at least he can still make a final resistance.

Whoever you are, whatever you've staked on me, I'm tired.

The spell placed in my brain, if you have the ability, you can read it from my corpse.

He has lived for less than thirty years, and has been in this world for less than ten years.

But Peter and his companions said that they had been waiting for the Messiah for countless years.

So what the truth is is very obvious.

Messiah, choose another one.

The Om Messiah in his pocket vibrated and sounded an alarm, and many machine spirits on the battlefield lost control at the same time. Under the crazy command of the Om Messiah, the machines dominated by these machine spirits broke away from the control of their original owners and flew towards Howard, but were blocked by the blood flames.

Om Messiah didn't know what was going on in Howard's mind. He only knew that Howard was going to die and he wanted to save his master.

"Master! Master! No matter how great the difficulties you face, please don't give up on your life! Think of your wishes! Think of Miss Arabelle! Their souls are still waiting for you to save! Only when you are alive can there be hope! Don't give up, Master!"

The phone was so anxious that it almost flew up. If he had a body, he would have wanted to help Howard pull out the dagger with his own hands.

Howard ignored Om Messiah. The balloon was getting deflated, and Howard was becoming more and more sleepy. His vision was blacking out, his eyelids felt heavy, and he felt that all sounds were rapidly moving away from his world.

I am sorry.

He made a final apology for the souls he could not save.

But in his last moments, he heard crying.

It was the nun crying.

The monster's face, covered with shells, cracked inch by inch, and tears of blood flowed out.

Howard suddenly flew backwards and was finally caught by Freya.

Freya gently brushed Howard's wound, and the dagger with a purple gem as a blade disappeared in an instant. The hole in the balloon was repaired at this moment, and Isa's power gradually filled the body of this mortal with vitality.

Howard was not at all surprised by Freya's move.

His life no longer belonged to him, and the power of life and death was no longer in his hands.

"You should cherish the power in your blood. Abusing it will do you no good." Freya said to Howard with a regretful expression, then changed to a satisfied expression and said:

"You did very well."

These words pierced Howard's mind like needles. He looked in the direction of the nun. The scarlet rage was no longer as intense as before. The flames began to flicker and jump violently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like a candle in a storm.

"You calmed the rage in her heart. You did a great job." Freya praised Howard's actions again. "This is how I was able to save her."

It turned out that Freya had expected him to use the dagger to kill herself.

In other words, no matter whether Howard chose to stab the dagger into Gloria's body or into his own body, or throw the dagger away, all the consequences of these actions were within Freya's plan.

The mouse in the maze thought that it had chosen a branch of the path through free will.

Freya stretched out her hand towards the flickering blood flame, with her five fingers spread out, and the dancing flame seemed to stop for a moment.

"O lost one who has broken free from his chains, you have chosen the wrong path. Cast aside your anger, let go of your hatred, and return to my arms!"

As she spoke, Freya's hand slowly moved down to suppress him.

A charming purple suddenly appeared in the scarlet blood flame, which seemed to be the mottled color that appeared after the fuel was not burned completely.

But this color, which seemed to be an impurity, was spreading rapidly, staining it blood red.

"Roar!"

The demon wrapped in blood and flames roared for the first time. He was about to descend with a complete body, but at this moment he sensed danger.

"Bad dog."

Freya smiled, her pupils filled with psychic light, and her five open fingers slowly bent and closed.

The demon's shadow in the blood flames seemed to be under some kind of pressure beyond the laws of physics. Its body had originally expanded to a size that was beginning to take shape, but under Freya's kneading, the spikes on the demon's surface broke one after another, and large chunks of melted flesh and blood fell off its body.

The demon in the flames kept struggling and roaring, trying to break free from this invisible cage. If it weren't for being suppressed by Freya, these roars alone would be enough to break the psychological defenses of all human soldiers.

But Freya remained unmoved. She admired the other party's efforts, then slowly and without any mercy, she brought her five fingers together.

"Oh!"

The flaming demon exploded into a bloody mist, but this blasphemous creature from the Warp would not die so easily. Even though it had lost its form, it still summoned all its strength for a final struggle.

The demon's flesh and blood served as fuel, allowing the red color, which was constantly being swallowed by the purple color, to regain some territory. Then the blood flame twisted again to form an angry and roaring face. The flame wrapped in the mist formed by the evaporation of the demon's flesh and blood rushed towards Freya, as if to swallow her whole.

"Snapped!"

But facing the demon's final blow, Freya simply snapped her fingers lightly.

The purple color was completely stained with blood red, and the demon's face collapsed just before swallowing Freya. All the flames gathered at one point, and then a purple fire lotus that could be observed in the sky exploded on Karenya.

In an instant, the fire lotus withered, and spots of light fell, then went out before hitting the ground.

But the flames still left remnants.

Amidst the flying ashes, Gloria landed gracefully, her long, pale hair spreading out like wings.

She was not covered with a single piece of clothing, her body was pure white and well-proportioned without a single flaw. The scars from training and battle, the muscles deformed and stiff from wearing armor day and night, the marks branded on her body when she swore allegiance, and the ferocity left in her eyes when she killed, all disappeared with the flames, leaving behind only the most perfect form that this body should have.

Her pupils were already the brightest purple, forever reflecting the fire that helped her achieve nirvana.

She is the ember of the flame, the abandoned child of the empire. She was reborn and then completely fallen.

Now she has completely abandoned her past identity and embraced another name that she once considered blasphemous.

Demon Prince.