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

This faint pale power prevented Slaanesh from sensing Ifreni's soul, but this power derived from the unawakened god did not distress Slaanesh.

When she was born, she swallowed up almost all the Eldar gods. A mere unawakened Death God was not enough to stop the erosion of her power.

The barrier protecting the souls was pried open, and Slaanesh slipped through it and reached the sea of ​​​​Ifrene's soul.

Seeing the exuberant spirit of Ifreni, Slaanesh suppressed his appetite. She touched the saliva at the corner of her mouth and created an unforgettable memory for Ifreni by affecting her soul.

The illusion enveloped Efreni's soul and penetrated deeply into it. From Efreni's perspective, the situation has become so dangerous.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that her soul and body were disintegrating. The surrounding scenes are filled with more and more indescribable subspace terrors. The demons are knocking on the soul barrier constructed by the power of death. They open their greedy mouths and use their scarlet sharp tongues to break through the soul barrier bit by bit.

Ifreni looked at the demon with only anger and fighting spirit in her heart. The Sword of the Crone, bound to her soul, appeared in her mind, and Cavell, the Sword of Sorrow, exuded the surging power of death. Each swing could turn the enemy into ashes in the fire of death.

But there was an exception... Efreni gritted her silver teeth, and she remembered how Lin Fan easily extinguished the fire of death and caused heavy damage to the Sword of Sorrow.

The Sword of Sorrow now flashes less than a third of its original flames, but Ifreni is not prepared to surrender to her desperate situation.

She carries the great mission of liberating the God of Death and the supreme glory of reviving the Eldar. She will not fall here.

The soul barrier was broken through by the demons. They roared and rushed towards Ifreni, but each one of them dissipated with hatred under the wave of the long sword.

Pale flames ignited in the sea of ​​demons, and the elegant and violent figure of Ifreni walked through the demons.

But there are so many demons that there is no end in sight. Ifreni didn't know how long she had been holding on. She only knew that her soul was getting weaker and weaker, and the flames that the Sword of Sorrow could release were getting smaller and smaller.

Just like the cold charcoal fire before the flame goes out, it is covered with a thick layer of white ash, and the warmth is covered under the ash. Although it has the power to be rekindled, it is still in the process of being extinguished.

Ifreni was thrown to the ground by the demon, and her sword was blown away.

He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with his breathing. Efreni looked at the demon in front of her with hatred, and spat at how filthy and ugly he was.

The demon was angry, and his tentacles attacked Ifreni mercilessly, vowing to defile her severely and then tear her into pieces and swallow her.

At this critical moment, a deep and steady voice sounded.

"stop."

The concise and clear words were combined with the huge explosive bombs to enter the scene. The demon that suppressed Ifreni was torn apart by the rain of bullets, leaving behind wreckage and wailing, and was exiled into the subspace.

Ifreni took a closer look and saw a Primarch wearing gorgeous blue armor with gold rims slowly walking towards him. His tall body and handsome face were even by Ifreni's standards. It's considered excellent.

Even though the majority of the Eldar look down upon the crude and backward biological structure of humans, no one can deny that the Primarch has surpassed the Eldar created by the ancient saints in terms of life.

Groups of ultramarines appeared out of thin air, and they destroyed the demon's attack with an unstoppable formation. And built a solid defense around Ifreni, waiting for the arrival of the Primarch.

"You..." Ifreni raised her head, put her hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but she couldn't do it.

"Don't be anxious." The contrast between Guilliman's huge body and Ifreni's slender body was astonishing. The loyal son of the Emperor knelt down on one knee and held Ifreni in his arms.

Ifreni was not a little girl who would scream in surprise at such a situation. She watched Guilliman's movements coldly, trying to determine what he was, whether he was a new evil that deceived people.

A cold snort irritated the nerves of the other Ultramarines. They looked at Guilliman angrily and asked the Father of the Primarch to give them the task of punishing the rude aliens.

Guilliman just raised his hand to stop his heir, with a friendly and gentle smile on his face.

"In these difficult years, the Alliance has become our only choice. Ifreni, Death's Chosen, Macragge needs you..."

Guilliman's words came to Ifreni's ears, the words so familiar that she had heard them in someone's mouth before.

If she could recall these words, she would definitely think of some of the meaningless jokes Lin Fan had made to her.

But in the process of searching for the Crone's Sword in the universe, she also received help from other compatriots and avoided possible dangers under the guidance of a powerful prophet.

Eldral, the great prophet of the Ulthwe Craftworld, once saved the Death Army and provided help to them in times of crisis.

She still remembers how Eldral used psychic power to tear a gap in the sea of ​​​​worms and warned Ifreni to find a great sage named Caul of the Mechanicus.

On the way to Lin Fan's realm, she also stopped by to see who this great sage of the Mechanicus named Caul was. Cawl's mechanical transformation and personality integration over thousands of years have turned him into an inhuman monster, and he is also busy building an armor to save the life of the Primarch Guilliman.

"This is exactly the same as the guidance in the prophecy..." Ifreni murmured to herself. She looked at Guilliman's face and slowly spoke, "We have signed a verbal agreement with the White Scar Khan. Maybe we can Sign a formal covenant with you?"

"Brother Chagatai? Have you seen him again?"

Guilliman could not hide his surprise in his words, and Ifreni nodded slightly, telling him that she had accepted the help of the prophet and signed an alliance with the Khan of the White Scars in Commorragh and the Human Empire.

"In that case, the worries in my heart are gone. We will meet again, and I believe that day is not far away. I have done what I should do, and the next step is up to you."

The figures of Guilliman and his heirs became illusory, and at the same time, the overwhelming demonic army was slowly being annihilated. Under Efreni's thoughtful gaze, the sea of ​​her soul became quiet again.

It’s so uncomfortable. The author’s nose is malfunctioning and he can’t even smell his stinky diarrhea.