Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 372 Sublimation

Gloria's bare feet stepped on the molten flowing sand.

The temperature of the sand was enough to ignite a person's flesh and blood, but Gloria seemed unable to feel the heat under her feet. Because her flesh and blood were made of flames, the worldly light and heat could not hurt her at all.

After landing, Gloria stood there for a long time, then slowly raised her right hand.

Her eyes were fixed at a certain height, and then she slowly raised her right hand. From her fingertips to her arm, her eyes swept over every inch of her skin on her arm, and then down her arm, examining her entire body.

She was admiring herself, she was admiring her new self. She stretched the muscles all over her body, letting every inch of her new body breathe in the earthly air.

If Howard had seen this muscular lady acting so coyly yesterday, he would have definitely mocked her harshly and then gone to wash his eyes, but now, Howard could only remain silent.

At this time, Freya gave Howard a light push from behind. The meaning of this push was very clear, and Howard walked towards Gloria.

But after walking a certain distance from Gloria, Howard stopped and could no longer move forward.

He couldn't convince himself.

Even though this Gloria looked closer to his memory than the demonic flesh and blood he had seen earlier, Howard knew that this was no longer the original nun.

This is just a demon who inherited the nun's memories and thinks he is still a nun.

Apart from the skin and memories, this demon has nothing to do with the nun in her memory.

Gloria noticed Howard from the very beginning. She didn't react when Howard walked towards her because she was waiting. She was waiting for Howard to walk to her on his own initiative.

But when Howard stopped, Gloria walked slowly towards him. Howard closed his eyes and suddenly smelled a strange warm fragrance. When he opened his eyes again, Gloria was already in front of him.

Howard didn't step back or respond.

Is this a nun, or a demon?

He can't tell the difference, he doesn't dare to tell the difference, and he doesn't want to tell the difference.

But Gloria didn't care about Howard's indifference, she did something he didn't expect.

Gloria opened her arms and hugged Howard gently and tenderly.

Her movements were so careful, as if Howard was made of ashes and would shatter if she exhaled a little harder.

Gloria put her arms around Howard's shoulders. The hug was free of any lust, as if they were old friends who had been separated for many years and had met again in a foreign country.

Then Gloria said:

"Thank you."

Howard responded with silence.

Gloria: "Thank you... Thank you for showing me the way. Thank you for letting me see through the deception I had been experiencing. Thank you for freeing me from my long imprisonment."

Every word cut Howard's heart like a knife.

"Sister." Howard called softly.

"I am no longer the daughter of the cursed one, but if you are used to it, you can call me that."

Gloria carefully let go of Howard, then looked straight into his eyes, waiting for Howard's next words.

Howard saw unprecedented tenderness in Gloria's eyes, but also unprecedented strangeness.

"This is... my flesh." Howard raised his right hand, which he had been clenching tightly, in front of Gloria. On it was a piece of his own flesh that he had just bitten off. Because he had clenched it too hard, the blood in the piece of flesh had been squeezed out. The piece of flesh was dirty and deformed, and there were also marks left by Howard's fingers on it.

"I hope you can eat it." Howard was still making a last-ditch attempt.

Gloria didn't make any verbal response. She lifted the hair in front of her lips, lowered her head, and ate flesh and blood from Howard's hand like a kitten. The feeling of her teeth touching and tongue licking made Howard feel a little creepy.

Gloria picked up the piece of flesh from Howard's hand, then began to chew it carefully, and finally made a swallowing motion.

After doing all this, she deliberately opened her mouth to let Howard see that she had really swallowed the piece of flesh and blood.

Nothing happened.

"Thank you for your concern." Gloria said to Howard with a smile, "But this isn't pain, nor is it a disease. This is... clarity."

Gloria said as she tiptoed around in front of Howard:

"Look at me now, my new self. I was afraid you wouldn't approve of me now, but I was overthinking it. It turns out you've always been ahead of me. Now I've finally caught up with you. You should be happy for me."

"Don't be like that." Howard frowned. "You're making me uncomfortable when you speak in that pinched voice. Can you please go back to that look that seems like you're going to knock my head off at any moment?"

"This is my true self and personality." Gloria laughed off Howard's complaints. "The me you remember is the me that was twisted and brainwashed by the monastery."

However, even as she said this, her muscles grew back on her body, and even the deformities of her muscles and the connectors implanted in her body were restored. In the end, she regained the body shape and clothing she had when she came to talk to Howard that night.

But her pupils were still a clear purple.

"How about this? Are you satisfied?"

But at this moment, there was a sound of applause from the side. Freya slowly walked to Howard and Gloria, watching their interaction with interest.

Although he was a newborn demon prince, the aura of the great demon that Freya exuded already showed the difference in status between the two. So Gloria didn't bother to reminisce with Howard. She knelt on the ground in front of Freya, not daring to raise her head.

If it was the former nun, she would never bow to the devil even if she died.

"Good girl." Freya was very satisfied with Gloria's performance. She took off her gloves with a smile and extended her hand to Gloria.

Gloria was stunned for a moment, but she quickly understood what Freya meant. She respectfully took the hand Freya extended, kissed it lightly with respect, and then rested her forehead against it, like a lamb nestling at the feet of a shepherd.

"Miss."

Gloria said respectfully.

"Good boy." Freya praised the fallen battle sister with satisfaction, and then said, "You are free."

“Please allow me to offer you the souls of all the lost people on this planet,” Gloria said.

"Go, child, you have broken free from your chains and can do whatever you want."