Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 133 Offer

At first, Arabelle's technique was still clumsy, and the so-called kiss seemed to be just a simple touch between mucous membranes and noses touching, but she could not feel her breath.

Howard calmly accepted Arabelle's kiss, neither responding nor rejecting it.

Then she dared to gently exhale the warm and moist breath and began to ask for it clumsily.

Her lips opened and closed slightly, her tongue and saliva moistening the dry flesh, and she began to explore and invade more boldly, finally completely claiming the other's lips as her own territory; then she began to conquer the other's city gate, which was not locked to begin with. Each attack she made only a little more progress than the last, but soon the other party let down his defenses; then she began to suck.

She counted every tooth in Howard's gums, every groove in his upper jaw, every taste bud on his tongue, until they finally intersected.

During the kiss, Arabelle let go of Howard's cheek, and the fingertips of her hands slid over the sides of Howard's neck, finally intersecting at the back of his neck. She hugged Howard, holding him tightly against her.

After a long time, Arabelle released her arms that were hugging Howard from behind, then pressed his shoulders and slowly raised her head.

"I know you don't want this. I've tried to convince myself, but I can't." Arabelle looked at Howard and said, then she smiled: "Don't make that expression. It's like I'm bullying you."

If there was a mirror in front of Howard at this moment, he would see how complicated and sad the person in the mirror's eyes were.

"I..." Howard spoke with difficulty. Countless answers flashed through his mind in an instant, but in the end he chose the most hurtful words, "I'm sorry..."

Arabelle was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, "You don't have to apologize to me, you don't."

"Go, and be sure to come back." Then Arabelle let go of Howard completely and stepped aside.

But after Howard really left, she shed tears, "Even if it wasn't for me..."

Howard, with a grenade in his pocket and a revolver in his hand, walked step by step to the clock room.

Although the clock chamber fell to the ground, it was still about ten meters high. Fortunately, the clock chamber was inserted into the ground at an angle, so Howard could climb up easily.

The outside of the clock room was covered with disgusting growths, but when Howard came to the front of the clock room, these growths quickly withered as if they were sucked dry, revealing the stone layer underneath.

It was obvious that the person in the clock room was asking Howard to go up.

Howard took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then climbed up step by step.

When he climbed to a position about four meters above the ground, which was the height of the clock room floor, he raised his foot and kicked open the rotten and hollowed clock face, then walked in.

The walls inside the clock room had been completely fleshed, and countless spherical fat particles hung from the ceiling. On the wall opposite the clock dial, there were piles of tumors and fat. Several huge blood vessels extended from the fat and beat rhythmically.

As soon as Howard entered the clock room, he saw his target. It was a psychic kneeling in the center of the clock room. The psychic was kneeling on his knees with his body leaning forward, his hands spread out like wings, his head tilted back. His lower half of the body had assimilated with the flesh layer on the ground, and at the same time, many fascia-like things had grown out of the surrounding walls, wrapping around him.

The psychic's body was like a mummy, his eyeballs had shriveled, and his eye sockets were full of mold hyphae, but silver light overflowed from his seven orifices.

Howard raised Arabelle's custom revolver and aimed at the psychic's head.

As long as the psychic's physical body, which serves as the "door", is killed, the "door" will close.

But just as Howard was about to pull the trigger, he heard a low, muddy sound in the air.

"Welcome, Mr. Howard."

Howard lowered the pistol.

Under normal circumstances, Howard would not waste time talking to the opponent but would shoot him to death, but this time was an exception.

Because he did not encounter any obstacles in the process of climbing up, if the other party really wanted to hinder him, just extending a tentacle would be enough to make him suffer. So based on this premise, Howard was willing to listen to what the other party wanted to say.

"Mr. Howard, you're still here," the voice continued. "We offered you the same invitation, but you refused. Tens of thousands of people died because of your decision."

"They didn't die for me. They died to prevent themselves and the people they cared about from becoming horrible," Howard retorted. "Besides, being held hostage by you is different from actively attacking you. Strategic value isn't gained by surrender, it's earned through fighting."

"You've been too deeply bound by your own narrow-minded thinking. That state represents freedom, eternity, and the grace of a benevolent Father. Yet, you've forever deprived them of the opportunity to experience the Father's love!" The voice suddenly grew angry. "Because of your obstruction, this planet has yet to be embraced by the Father. While the Father is kind and generous, that doesn't mean he tolerates failure. Now you have only one choice: to throw yourself into the Father's arms and atone for your mistakes!"

After saying that, a dry vine broke through the fleshy layer in front of Howard and grew out, and finally produced rotten fruit.

"Join us and atone for your sins."

"What will happen to the others if I join you?" Howard asked.

"They will naturally throw themselves into the arms of the Father and serve His great goals," the voice replied.

Howard: "Great goal?"

"The ultimate goal of the loving Father is to bring the entire universe into his family. Under the loving Father's care, there will be no more suffering and death in the world. And you, your food, can bring happiness to everyone. Your abilities are consistent with the loving Father's goal."

Facing the corrupt fruit, Howard fell into deep thought.

"Hurry up! There's no time to hesitate. Father is furious about the setbacks on this planet." The voice continued to urge.

"Is my loving father angry with you or with me?" Howard suddenly asked this question.

"Of course it's to us! You're just a nobody, not worthy of a loving father's gaze!"

"boom!"

Howard pulled the trigger, smashing the body of the psychic who served as the "gate" to pieces.

His tone was so aggressive, it seemed he hadn't been beaten enough.

Back then, it was the big boss of the Slaanesh camp who personally assessed me and gave me the offer. Now, you, a nobody, want to poach me. What are you thinking?