Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Efrene is dead.

He died at the hands of Lelith and Bugs, at least under the watchful eyes of everyone on the field.

The excited Visage and the Witch Spirit sisters wanted to fall from the sky to rescue Ifreni, or to take back her body or something.

But Lin Fan knew that now was the critical moment, so he broke out of the prison and grabbed Visage's arm to prevent him from moving at all.

"Hey, calm down you guys, Ifreni isn't dead yet, she's becoming the Chosen One now."

"Becoming the Chosen One? Why is there no trace of it in my prophecy?"

Lin Fan curled his lips, couldn't you predict it? After all, the Death God has just woken up and is still trying to find ways to hide from Slaanesh's search.

"Anyway, you can just watch." Lin Fan grabbed Visage and also calmed down the other panicked Witch Spirit sisters, then lay down at the window and watched the scene on the field.

Just as Lin Fan said, in that chaotic and disordered subspace, the Spiritual Death God awakened in the waves of the subspace. Perhaps it was the impending end of the Eldar race that resurrected this god who represented complete death in the Eldar mythology.

After all, before Slaanesh was born, the Eldar would only be reborn in the void, instead of being thrown into their mouths like McNuggets and eaten by Slaanesh.

The God of Death felt the power of the four unshakable evil gods in the subspace, and knew that he had to keep a low profile as a god. He needed to find someone who walked in the real universe to help him promote the path of the God of Death.

He felt a soul, a soul that was about to die. The God of Death held this weak soul with his hand and quickly glanced at her life.

Well... the Ark Eldar... the path of the path... well-informed... both black and white... and good at fighting... The most important thing is that this soul is not being targeted by Slaanesh for the time being. Up the figure.

The God of Death carefully felt the situation of Slaanesh around him, and did not notice any obvious malice or desire. With a wave of his hand, he awakened Ifreni's soul, allowing her to talk to him amidst the waves of the warp.

Ifreni opened her eyes naked in the subspace and saw the Death in front of her, entangled by countless Eldar souls.

Fortunately, our well-informed eldest sister did not miss the Eldar culture class on the Ark, and quickly obtained the answer from the runes carved on the head of the God of Death.

"die..."

Efrenie's mouth was blocked by Death's hand, and Death grabbed Efrenie and pressed her mouth with his thumb to prevent her soul from revealing more.

"Listen carefully, you will become the savior of the Eldar, you will become my divine choice, and you will become the key to liberating me and destroying the fallen prince."

Efreni looked at Death's face and nodded.

"Very good, I will reveal my path to you next. You must find the five old woman's swords, which are the key to liberating my power."

"When the five swords come out together, I will completely liberate all power, destroy the fallen prince, and let the Eldar return to the beautiful past of prosperity and tranquility..."

Efreni nodded faster and faster, and it could be seen that she was very excited to be chosen as the savior, and her eyes could be said to be glowing with enthusiasm.

The God of Death nodded with satisfaction, let go of his hand, exhaled and sent Ifreni back to the real universe, and donated part of his power of the God of Death to his chosen one.

Watching Ifreni's soul disappear into the subspace, Death felt a beast exuding a strong lustful aura coming towards him.

He quickly dissolved into the waves of subspace, becoming an invisible shadow, and tried to contain his aura as much as possible.

"Hmm~ What is this smell? It's quite novel~" The figure of Slaanesh came here and used his nose to smell the weird smell left in the subspace.

"Is it an illusion? Well...it's better to take a look at my little cutie~"

Slaanesh's interest quickly faded, and he turned his attention away from the area and back to his palace.

The God of Death breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to be swallowed by this guy and play some weird tricks shortly after he woke up. Then he felt an even more terrifying shadow of violence rushing towards him.

Oh my god...things are really going wrong...

As soon as he dived into the shadows, the God of Death saw a menacing red heavy-armored warrior arriving with a large group of troops.

"Hmph...I smell the scent of a warrior...the scent of a female warrior...She should join the Brass Throne! Instead of following the scumbag Kane!"

Khorne slashed angrily a few times with his heavy sword, and smelled the disgusting smell of Slaanesh again, and the fire in his heart suddenly rose.

"Ah ah ah! It's him again! Let's go! Let's chop off that human monster's head!"

The overwhelming demon army followed Khorne's figure towards Slaanesh's palace.

The God of Death wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and just as he was about to come out of the shadows, he felt the cold sun coming again.

This...does this really require me to deal with Slaanesh? The God of Death began to feel melancholy about the timing of his appearance. He crouched in the shadows and saw a golden sun drifting quickly past.

From time to time, flashes of a huge and towering church, a long wall of saints piled up with thousands of skulls, and the shadow of a middle-aged man's statue flashed across the sun.

This sun seems to dislike the shadows on his body, and tries his best to get rid of them, but these shadows always follow the sun like a shadow, slowing down the sun like heavy mountains.

The sun seemed tired, floating above the shadow of Death. He took a few breaths, rested for a while, and followed Khorne's army away.

The God of Death was already numb, and he was too lazy to come out again, so as to save the effort of running into the shadows again, so be it.

He withdrew his thoughts and turned his attention to his chosen god, thinking about how to complete his mission as the god of death.

And now, on the top corner of Commorragh's Death Arena, the body of the dead Ifreni is covered with Tyranid bugs who want to snatch the body. They are even fighting over who will eat the delicious Eldar corpse. .

But at this moment, under everyone's gaze, a dazzling pale light burst out from the Tyranids that formed a hill. It wouldn't matter if these lights were just bright, but the most important thing is these lights. Contains a huge amount of psychic power.

Victor stood up in surprise. He stared at the beautiful face of Mrs. Malus on the screen, with a gloomy expression not knowing what to say.

Then in the thunderous sound of light bursting, Ifreni was suspended in the air, all the injuries on her body were healed, she slowly fell to the ground, and she scanned the whole place indifferently.

Lin Fan looked at the psychic light on Efreni's body, let go of Visage's hand, and patted his shoulder.

"Now, it's time for us to save her, and save my friend by the way."

Cute and cute

Regarding the emotional line of this book, in order to answer this question that readers are very concerned about, I have specially updated three additional chapters today so that everyone can see what the author wants to do.

Will this book be about a harem?

This book will be written as a harem, so someone asked: Is your harem incompatible with the Warhammer worldview?

But listen to me slowly.

There is also a difference between the harem and the harem. Some harem stories are about studs, and the male protagonist can be said to make stir-fried snails and stir-fried bamboo shoots and meat every time he meets one.

This kind of emotional line based on fried meat is very enjoyable to watch, but the question is what happens after you enjoy it? It is a huge emptiness and spiritual dullness.

Not to mention the troublesome jealousy among the harem, and the protagonist’s lower body thinking that seems to corrupt his morals. This kind of love and emotion is not what I want. And it’s not what the worldview of Warhammer needs. If the protagonist learns how to be a stallion, and every time he sees a fried meat, he will really be the chosen one of Slaanesh.

So you see that the protagonist comforts and hugs Delia, while facing Elafren, he pats his butt. Elafren is the one who takes the initiative.

But considering that the Dark Eldar are very playful, maybe this is a very dull way of getting along with Elafren.

There is also a kind of proud harem style. Although the male protagonist is not that hungry and does not want to make stir-fried snails for everyone, the presence of this type of harem female protagonist is very low, and she basically depends on the male protagonist for her existence. .

If the male protagonist says yes, the harem team will follow suit and say yes, yes, yes. This kind of love is also dull and indifferent, and it is difficult to bring people that touching feeling.

So what kind of harem does the author want to write for this book? What kind of feelings?

The author wants more of a spiritual love, a common yearning for great ideals and a better universe.

Love based on fried meat will not last long after all, but love based on joint efforts for beautiful ideals can keep more people on the right path.

Just like Luffy in One Piece, Nami eats too much tofu. But no one would think in the direction of fried meat, because Luffy's own personality charm, his unique and precious soul has surpassed such low-level emotions as fried meat.

The desire to realize dreams, find treasures, and follow the captain of the ship on adventures transcends simple love and rises to a higher level of emotions of sharing the same ideals and desires.

The author just wanted to write about harem characters who share the same ideals and desires. Instead of gathering in a kitchen to fry meat every night, everyone sits at the table, imagining the bright future of the universe and planning how to move towards a brighter future.

Perhaps in the future, Lin Fan as a subject will eventually disappear from the universe. At that time, Delia stood under the monument erected for Lin Fan, and Elafren in casual clothes walked beside her.

Elafren looked at Delia, who was in a daze at the monument, and asked half-jokingly, "What's wrong? Mechanical head? Miss him?"

Delia did not rush to answer Elafren's question, but raised her hand and pointed to the left and then to the right.

Elafren looked in the direction Delia pointed. On the left was a neat and clean industrial area.

The inefficient and seriously polluting large-scale industrial equipment of the Mechanicus has long been eliminated. People now use new factories that are safer, more efficient, and can fully cycle pollutants.

You can find lush green vegetation in the industrial area made of white and smooth atomic boards. The faces of the workers who go in to work are not confused about their future life or numb to their heavy work.

Although many factories can achieve fully automated production, people still choose semi-automatic production to allow themselves to participate in labor.

This labor is not for the endless battlefield on the front line, or for the desire gap that officials and nobles cannot fill, but it is pure labor, labor without alienation to one's own labor.

The creation of beauty and labor is a way of leisure for humans in this beautiful universe.

Some people just need to work to become active, rather than just lying on a comfortable bed and sleeping all their lives.

Elafren looked to the right again, where there was an established cultural exchange area.

After brutal wars, difficult reforms, and a long period of understanding, the intelligent creatures in the universe finally put aside their prejudices against each other.

From time to time, cheers could be heard as retired Astartes hugged each other and sang old songs of joyful gatherings. There were even a few green-skinned orcs painting, sculpting, and singing in the square.

Others cheered and applauded them.

The once arrogant Spirit Race also put aside their contempt and disdain for humans and admired human culture in this square.

You can even see a few young lovers from humans and Eldar chatting quietly on the fragrant lawn. The laughter full of joy and love is completely different from the dullness on the Ark and the cold pain of Commorragh.

No one needs to take the road of suppressing emotions, and no one needs to torture others to survive.

The Dark Eldar who survived the war that ended everything have already begun their path to redemption. Elafren knows that they have done well. Commorragh has transformed from a city of torture into the best sanatorium in the universe. and orphanages.

"So you miss him?"

Elafren's questioning voice came again, but this time there was no joke, only deep emotion and peace.

Delia retrieved the files in her old data core. This kind of thing was something she only had as a Mechanicus cultivator.

Now the Mechanicus has been renamed into the Society for the Pursuit of Truth. This inferior data core has long been eliminated, but Delia is still reluctant to change it. This is her most precious wealth.

beep beep~

The response of the core was a little slow, but the records were still retrieved.

It wasn't a video of Lin Fan holding down Priest Delia while frying meat in a kitchen, but a record in a damaged bunker.

Lin Fan, whose face was covered with gray, stood on an ammunition box, while Priest Delia sat aside holding the gun in her hand, wagging her mechanical tail, holding her head and watching Lin Fan's emotional speech.

"I believe we will build a beautiful world! A beautiful universe where everyone can have dignity and freedom!"

At that time, Delia's face was still a little shy and green, and she didn't understand Lin Fan's words.

Although there was the sound of artillery outside from time to time, and the wails of the wounded could be heard from time to time. Although the place they are in now is so crude and dangerous, their status at that time was so low. But the confidence and enthusiasm on Lin Fan's face still infected Delia's heart that had not yet cooled down.

Delia once again finished watching the video she had watched countless times.

She looked carefully at the sculpture of a man with a silly smile on the monument, and answered Elafren's question with her own voice machine.

"I don't miss him."

"Because I'm already living in his best dream."

"He's always been there for me."

I just wish I could really write about this feeling (sad)