Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 165: Archer

After Freya finished saying this to Slaanesh, the Lord of Pleasure, who had his eyes closed on the throne, finally opened his eyes.

The banshees surrounding him continued to lick their master's body as if nothing had happened. For the demons in Slaanesh's camp, it was not uncommon to discuss important matters while mating. It was not until the Lord of Pleasure gave a gesture that the banshees retreated respectfully.

"Humanity."

Slaanesh ignored the kneeling Freya and hooked his finger at Howard, motioning him to come to him.

Howard walked nervously to the front of the throne. Slaanesh's body was at least six or seven meters tall. Even if he didn't look directly at the evil god, Howard could still feel his gaze pressing on him like a mountain.

"Look at me," Slaanesh commanded again.

Howard could only bite the bullet and meet Slaanesh's gaze, but this time the stare didn't last too long, and it wasn't as thrilling as the first time.

Then he replied and saw Slaanesh gave him a smile: "You did well."

Just as Howard breathed a sigh of relief, Slaanesh reached out to him.

Howard felt a suction force pulling him towards Slaanesh, but the suction was not very strong, so he could not be pulled by the suction force even if he stood still.

Howard was a little puzzled. Even if he was immune to psychic powers, with the power of Slaanesh, if He wanted to pull him over, He would have plenty of ways to do it. He should have no room to resist.

But he soon understood Slaanesh's true purpose. After Slaanesh stretched out his hand towards him, Howard suddenly felt his skin getting hot. He couldn't help but glance at the exposed skin on his arm. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but he was shocked when he saw it.

The skin on his arms was as red as a cooked pig's trotter, and the color was getting darker.

Normally, there are only two reasons why a person's skin turns red. The first is that the subcutaneous blood vessels dilate due to heat, causing the skin to turn red. The second is that the subcutaneous blood vessels rupture, causing the red blood cells in the blood vessels to escape.

Howard tried to gently pinch his index finger, which had also turned red, with the nail of his thumb. A slight dull pain reached his brain, and his heart sank immediately. His current condition was subcutaneous bleeding all over his body.

This was undoubtedly the work of Slaanesh, but even if Howard guessed why Slaanesh did this, he was powerless to resist and could only choose to accept it.

Soon the hot feeling on his skin turned into a slight tingling, as if countless mosquitoes were biting every inch of his skin at the same time. Large blood spots appeared under his skin, and then tiny blood beads emerged from every pore of his body.

The blood left his body and immediately floated towards Slaanesh. The blood spurting out of Howard's body formed a blood mist between him and Slaanesh.

Howard felt that breathing was becoming difficult. He had donated blood for academic credits when he was in school, donating 400cc of blood. After donating blood, he walked out of the blood donation vehicle and felt that the sky had turned green. Every time he exhaled, there seemed to be a big hole in his chest, and most of the air he inhaled leaked out of this hole.

Originally, he could run five laps around the playground at a time, and more than ten laps if he jogged. However, after donating blood, he was out of breath even when climbing the stairs. He then slept for more than ten hours, and still felt dizzy after waking up. This condition did not improve for more than a week, and Howard never donated blood again since then.

And now, that unpleasant feeling of ischemia appeared again, and Howard felt as if a big hole appeared in his chest. Every time he inhaled and exhaled, the hole would expand a little, until the proportion of the hole exceeded the proportion of his original body. At this time, it seemed that the hole became the main body, and Howard himself was the redundant thing.

When the hole expanded to all over his body, Howard no longer had the strength to stand. His body went limp and he knelt in the pool of wine.

But Slaanesh did not stop there. He continued to squeeze every drop of blood from Howard's body. Thick blood mist gathered in his palm and condensed into an ever-changing blood clot.

When the last drop of blood in Howard's body was drawn into his hand, Slaanesh's fingers bent slightly, and a green spot of light lit up in the center of Howard's blood. Then, more and more spots of light lit up from Howard's blood and gathered towards the center. Finally, in the center of the scarlet blood clot, a small young leaf radiating soft green light appeared.

Gazing at the tender leaves in Howard's blood, Slaanesh fell into deep thought.

"My Lord! My Lord!"

But soon, Slaanesh was awakened from his thoughts by Freya's anxious cry.

Without Slaanesh's command, Freya didn't dare stand. She remained kneeling in the pool of wine, but now she held Howard's upper body to prevent him from sinking to the bottom and suffocating. Even so, Howard was still suffocating. He desperately struggled to breathe, but because his body was running out of blood to transport oxygen, he exhaled as much air as he took in. Due to severe lack of blood, Howard seemed to have instantly transformed into an octogenarian. His skin was covered in wrinkles, and the skin on his neck, wrists, and inner thighs, which had been supported by the main blood vessels, had deflated.

If it were any other time, even if Howard's head was chopped off, Freya would be able to reattach it, not to mention the simple blood loss. However, Howard's blood was drawn by Slaanesh himself, so Freya did not dare to act on her own. She could only plead with Slaanesh: "Lord! He is dying! He has no soul, and he cannot be resurrected after death! Lord!"

Slaanesh pointed his index finger at Howard, and the blood clot in his palm, along with the tender leaf, returned to Howard's body again. A normal human being who lost blood to this extent would probably not be saved even if he received a blood transfusion. But now Howard's blood contained the power of the goddess of life.

As the blood returned to his body, Howard, whose eyes had been gradually becoming unfocused, suddenly jumped up like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. He took a deep breath, and the air scratched his throat, making a dry sound.

After several deep breaths, Howard managed to regain some strength. He climbed out of the pool of blood, looked at Slaanesh again, and said, "Lord of Pleasure, are you satisfied with my performance?"

"Excellent, excellent." Slaanesh clapped his hands softly. "Everything you have done has truly exceeded my expectations. Now it seems that returning you to the real universe was undoubtedly the right thing to do."

"Thank you for your compliment," Howard replied calmly.

"Have you seen Isa?" Slaanesh continued.

"In the Plague Lord's garden, I didn't see any other notable beings besides the Plague Lord himself," Howard replied. "But the Plague Lord personally brought a pancake I made to a being hidden deep in the garden and handed over a tender leaf, a gift from that being."

Slaanesh nodded slightly, seeming satisfied with Howard's answer.

Then, He asked another fatal question:

"The Lord of Plagues must have seen that you belonged to me, and he must have tried to keep you. You and the Lord of Plagues both know that if you betrayed me and hid in his garden, I would be powerless to do anything to you. Why didn't you do that?"

"Or have you actually agreed to the Plague Lord's conditions, and coming back to see me is just part of your plan?"