Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 172 Essence

"Zilla—zila—"

Amid the scorching roar of flames, blood trickled down the blazing sword, dripping onto the grass and then down the veins of the leaves into the earth.

Then, with the place where the blood dripped as the center, the grass and trees grew wildly, the seeds dormant under the earth sprouted at inopportune times, the vines continued to grow without support, and finally piled up into a dense mass. Above the sea of flowers, the half-opened tulips finally opened completely, and together with the tulips, there were also unknown flowers blooming on the weeds on the ground.

A strong wind blew, and petals flew all over the sky.

The gentle wind wrapped white petals and fell on the Grey Knight's armor, but he had no mind to appreciate the beautiful scenery. He still maintained the posture of handing over the sword, but he could not move the sword forward any further.

When the huge sword of revenge was about to pierce Freya's heart, Freya reached out and grabbed the sword wrapped in holy flames.

The pain a demon feels when burned by the holy flame is a hundred times more intense than that of a human being thrown into a frying pan. Any demon that is contaminated by this flame should roll on the ground and wail, praying that the flame can burn them to ashes as soon as possible so that they can suffer less pain, but Freya did not do that.

His fingers touched the blade of the Sword of Vengeance, and the flames and sharp edge obviously hurt him, otherwise he would not have bled.

"Pain? I almost forgot what that felt like." Freya laughed at herself. "Thank you, human. Your performance has indeed exceeded my expectations."

Drago was shocked, but he would not back down, so he stabbed Freya with the sword even harder with his right hand, and at the same time, his left hand, which was holding Freya's head, also began to exert force, trying to crush Freya's head directly.

"At this point, you're still unwilling to give up?" Freya smiled meaningfully and said, "Then... as you wish..."

Then, Drago felt the Blade of Vengeance in his right hand begin to slowly move forward again.

However, the reason why the Blade of Vengeance advanced was not because Drago's strength exceeded Freya's, but because Freya took the initiative to hold the Blade of Vengeance and put it into her own heart.

The Blade of Vengeance touched Freya's chest, and the psychic flame immediately set her clothes on fire, but Freya didn't care about it at all. She grabbed the Blade of Vengeance with both hands and pierced it into her flesh bit by bit.

"Ah...ah..."

Freya wailed, but her wailing did not contain pain, but pleasure and enjoyment, which made people feel sad and lost.

"puff!"

Taking advantage of Freya's weakened strength, Drago suddenly exerted force and thrust the entire huge Blade of Vengeance completely into Freya's body, piercing the demon's body through.

After Freya let out the most painful or perhaps the most pleasurable wail, she lowered her head as if she had lost all strength.

Did you win?

Drago didn't dare to make a judgment, so he remained on guard and looked at Freya on the sword vigilantly.

Sure enough, after a moment, Freya, who was hanging on the giant sword, raised her right hand and tried to stroke Drago's bearded face.

"How rude... Don't you know you have to be gentle when entering a woman's body?" Freya raised her head again, her eyes gentle but with a hint of anger and reproach, but then she comforted him, "But this feeling... I like it so much..."

"Get away! Demon!" When Freya's hand touched Drago's cheek, the Grey Knight jumped up as if he was struck, and at the same time he swung the Blade of Vengeance in his hand, cutting Freya's body hanging on it into two halves.

Freya's blood splattered in an arc in the air, but before falling, the blood and Freya's body began to burn, and countless bright golden spots rose from the flames and ashes.

These light spots intertwined with each other and gathered in the sky, forming a huge golden Möbius strip. In the center of the Möbius strip, a winged shield and a spear floated.

If Howard had psychic vision, he would have seen a huge, bright star suddenly light up in the sky, a star so bright that it would burn any eyeball that dared to look directly at it to ashes.

Drago, who was half-kneeling on the ground, was obviously able to sense the psychic energy. The huge spiritual pressure pressed on him like a mountain, trying to make him kneel down.

"wipe!"

Drago thrust the giant sword into the ground and stood up with great effort under the tremendous spiritual pressure. The power armor on his body outputted its maximum power, and every piece of armor was trembling and creaking.

He is the Emperor's blade, how can he kneel before a demon?

How could Drago not understand at this point that he had met an opponent he was completely unable to defeat? The power of this unknown demon before him far exceeded all the enemies he had faced in the past, but there was no fear in his heart, only anger and determination to face death head-on.

He is the Grey Knight, he is the sword carefully forged by the Emperor to defend humanity, and it is the honor of the sword to be broken on the battlefield.

Now that the empire has faced an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, he only regrets that he cannot be sharper, cannot kill this demon, and cannot even leave a wound worth mentioning on him.

But he still resolutely pointed the giant sword at the god-like demon in the sky. The blazing psychic flame on the sword of revenge flickered under Freya's powerful spiritual pressure, like a candle in the wind.

"I like men who can last longer, but don't be so impatient, dear—" Freya's gentle and charming voice came from the center of the vortex: "You have already entered my body, now it's my turn."

After he finished speaking, the golden shadow in the sky shattered, and countless light spots fell like rain. However, when they were about to hit the ground, these light spots turned into horizontal flight, surrounding Drago and trapping him like a big net.

Although Drago continued to swing the Blade of Vengeance, golden spots of light penetrated through Drago's ears during the intervals between his attacks and eroded his brain.

Finally, this giant who seemed to be made of iron finally screamed for the first time. He dropped his sword and shield, half-knelt on the ground, and held his head in his hands.

Drago could sense the demon trying to forcibly control his body. He fought against the corrupt thoughts invading his mind while silently reciting the Grey Knight's oath in his mind.

"Aha!"

Drago shouted loudly, and boiling spiritual energy exploded around him, shaking away all the evil in his mind and around him. However, the blow that had freed him from Freya's control had almost completely exhausted his strength. He picked up his sword and shield again, but he no longer had the strength to stand up.

In front of him, the golden spots of light that he had shaken away gathered together again to form Freya's body. He flapped his white wings and slowly landed on the ground. When he touched the ground, his wings turned black, his feet turned into hooves, and a tail grew behind him.

"You've finally knelt before me!" Freya feigned surprise and said, "Ah, aah—then I'll reluctantly accept your allegiance."

"spit!"

Drago spat a mouthful of blood foam at Freya, but Freya dodged it as expected.

But the moment Freya dodged, he fired a flashing torrent of psychic energy at Freya.

This was his last bit of strength, his life-threatening blow, the power of which was greater than all his previous attacks combined.

Unsuccessful, they become benevolent.