Chapter 227 I'm Back

Ivrene is dead.

She died at the hands of Lylith and the bugs, at least that was the case under the gaze of everyone on the field.

The excited Visage and the witch sisters wanted to drop from the sky to rescue Ivrene, or to take back her body or something.

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

"Hey, calm down, you guys, Ivrene is not dead yet, she is now becoming the chosen one."

"Becoming the chosen one? Why is there no trace of it in my prophecy."

Lin Fan curled his lips, you can't predict it, after all, the god of death has just awakened, and he still has to find a way to hide from the search of Slaanesh.

"Anyway, you just watch it and it's over." Lin Fan grabbed Visage, and also calmed down the other panicked witch sisters, and then lay on the window to watch the scene on the field.

Just as Lin Fan said, in that chaotic and disordered warp, the Eldar's God of Death awakened in the waves of the warp. It may be that the Eldar are about to go to the end of the world, so that the god who represents complete death in the Eldar mythology has revived.

After all, before the birth of Slaanesh, the Eldar would only be reborn in the void, instead of being thrown into the mouth of Slaanesh as McNuggets.

The God of Death felt the power of the four unshakable evil gods in the warp, and knew that he had to be a low-key god. He needed to find someone walking in the real universe to help him promote the way 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 scanned her life.

Well. Ark Eldar. The way of the way. Well-informed. Black and white. Still very good at fighting. Most importantly, this soul has not been targeted by Slaanesh for the time being.

The God of Death carefully felt the situation of Slaanesh around him, and did not notice obvious malice and desire. He waved his hand and awakened Ivrene's soul, allowing her to talk to him in the waves of the warp.

Ivrene opened her eyes naked in the warp and saw the Death God entangled by countless Eldar souls.

Fortunately, our knowledgeable elder sister did not miss the Eldar culture class on the Ark, and quickly got the answer from the runes engraved on the Death God's head.

"Death."

Ivrene's mouth was blocked by the hand of the Death God. The Death God grabbed Ivrene 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 God's Chosen, and you will be the key to liberating me and destroying the Fallen Prince."

Ivrene looked at the face of the Death God and nodded.

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

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

Ivrene nodded faster and faster. It can be seen that she is very excited to be chosen as the savior now. Her eyes can be said to be full of enthusiasm.

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

Watching Ivrene's soul disappear in the warp, the God of Death felt a beast with a strong and lewd breath rushing towards him.

He quickly dissolved into the waves of the warp, becoming an invisible shadow, and restraining his breath as much as possible.

"Hmm~ What is this smell, it's quite novel~" The figure of Slaanesh came here and sniffed the strange smell left in the warp with his nose.

"Is it an illusion? Well, let's just look at my little cutie~"

Slaanesh's interest quickly disappeared, and his attention shifted from this area and returned to his palace.

Death breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to be swallowed by this guy and play some weird games just after waking up. Then he felt a more terrifying tyrannical shadow rushing here.

Oh my God. Everything is really going wrong.

Just after sneaking into the shadow, Death saw a fierce red heavy armored warrior rushing here, and brought a large group of troops here.

"Hmph. I smell the smell of a warrior. The smell of a female warrior. She should join the Bronze Throne! Instead of following Cain, the waste who has become scum!"

Khorne swung his heavy sword a few times, and smelled a disgusting smell from Slaanesh, and the fire in his heart suddenly came up.

"Ahhhh! It's him again! Let's go! Let's chop off the head of that demon!"

The overwhelming demon army followed Khorne's figure and walked 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 another cold sun coming.

This... does this really require me to solve Slaanesh? The God of Death began to feel melancholy about the timing of his appearance. He lay in the shadows and saw a golden sun passing by quickly.

From time to time, the sun flashed with the shadow of a huge and towering church, a long wall of saints made of millions of skulls, and a statue of a middle-aged man.

This sun seemed to dislike the shadows on his body and tried his best to get rid of them, but these shadows always followed the sun like a shadow, slowing down the sun's pace like a heavy mountain.

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The sun seemed to be tired, floating above the shadow of the god of death, taking a few breaths, resting for a while, and then followed the army of Khorne away.

The god of death was numb, and he was too lazy to come out again, so as not to waste the effort to run back into the shadow, so let it be.

He retracted his thoughts and cast his eyes on his chosen one, thinking about how to complete his mission as the god of death next.

And now, on the top corner of the Gomor Death Arena, the dead Iverene was covered with Tyranid bugs who wanted to snatch the body, and they even fought over who would eat the delicious corpse of the Eldar.

But at this moment, under the gaze of everyone, the Tyranid swarms that were like hills burst out with dazzling pale light. If these lights were just dazzling, it would be fine, but the most important thing is that these lights contain a huge amount of psychic energy.

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

Then, in the thunderous sound of the light bursting out, Ivrene floated in the air, all her injuries were healed, she slowly fell to the ground, and scanned the whole scene indifferently.

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

"Now, we should go save her, and save my friend by the way."

Cute and lovely

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

Will this book be written as a harem?

This book will be written as a harem, so some people ask: Is your harem incompatible with the world view of Warhammer?

But listen to me slowly.

There are also differences between harems. Some harems are studs, and the male protagonist can be said to make stir-fried snails and bamboo shoots with meat every time he sees a woman.

This kind of emotional line based on stir-fried meat is very enjoyable to read, but the problem is what happens after the excitement? It is a huge emptiness and spiritual dullness.

Not to mention the troublesome things of jealousy between harems, and the protagonist's morally corrupt lower body thinking, this kind of love and emotion is not what I want. And it is not what the world view of Warhammer needs. If the protagonist learns to be a stud, and stir-fried meat with every woman he sees, then he will really become the chosen one of Slaanesh.

So you see that the protagonist comforts and hugs Dilia, and pats his butt when facing Irafren, and Irafren is the active party.

But considering that the Dark Eldar play very colorfully, maybe this is a very plain way of getting along for Irafren.

There is also a kind of arrogant harem style. Although the male protagonist is not so hungry and does not want to make stir-fried snails for everyone, the presence of this type of harem heroine is very low, and basically exists by relying on the male protagonist.

The male protagonist says yes, and the harem group follows and says yes, yes, yes. Such love is also bland and difficult to bring people that kind of touching feeling.

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

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

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

Just like Luffy in One Piece, Nami also eats a lot of tofu. But no one will think in the direction of stir-fried meat, because Luffy's own personality charm, his unique and precious soul has surpassed the low-level emotion of stir-fried meat.

The desire to realize dreams, find treasures, and follow Captain Luffy's adventures has transcended simple love and risen to a higher level of emotions with the same ideals and wishes.

The author wanted to write about such harem characters with the same ideals and wishes. Instead of gathering in a kitchen every night to fry meat, everyone sat at the table, imagining the beautiful 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 in the universe. At that time, Diliya stood under the monument erected for Lin Fan, and Irafren, who was wearing casual clothes, came to her side.

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

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

Irafren looked in the direction Diliya pointed, and on the left was a neat and clean industrial area.

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

You can find lush green vegetation in the industrial area built with white and smooth atomic plates. The workers who go in to work have no confusion about their future life and numbness to their heavy labor.

Although many factories can achieve fully automated production, people still choose semi-automatic production so that they can also participate in the labor.

This labor is not for the endless battlefield on the front line, nor for the desire gap that officials and nobles cannot fill. It is pure labor, labor for oneself, labor without alienation.

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

Some people need to work to make themselves active, instead of lying on a comfortable bed and sleeping for a lifetime.

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Irafren looked to the right again, where there was a cultural exchange area established.

After cruel wars, difficult reforms, and long understandings, the intelligent creatures in the universe finally let go of their prejudices against each other.

From time to time, the cheers of retired Astartes monks hugging each other came, and they sang old songs of comrades gathering. There were even a few green-skinned orcs painting, carving, and singing in the square.

Others cheered and applauded them.

The once arrogant Eldar also let go of their contempt and disdain for humans and admired human culture in this square.

You can even see a few human and Eldar couples whispering on the fragrant lawn. The laughter full of joy and love is completely different from the dullness and cold pain of Gomor on the Ark.

No one needs to take the path 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 of atonement. Irafren knows that they are doing well. Gomor has turned from a torture city into the best sanatorium and orphanage in the universe.

"So do you miss him?"

Irafren's inquiry came again, but this time there was no joke in it, only deep emotion and peace.

Dilia pulled out the files in her old data core, which was something she had only as a Mechanicus monk.

The current Mechanicus has changed its name to the Seekers of Truth. This inferior data core has long been eliminated, but Dilia is still reluctant to change it. This is her most precious wealth.

Beep~

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

It was not the video of Lin Fan forcing Priest Diliya to fry meat in a kitchen, but a record in a damaged bunker.

Lin Fan, with a face full of dust, stood on an ammunition box, while Priest Diliya sat beside him holding the gun in her hand, shaking her mechanical tail, holding her head and watching Lin Fan's speech with emotion.

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

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

Although there were artillery sounds from time to time outside, and the wailing of the wounded from time to time. Although the place they are in now is so simple and dangerous, and their status was so low at that time. But the confidence and enthusiasm on Lin Fan's face still infected Diliya's heart that had not yet cooled down.

Diliya watched this video again, which she had watched countless times.

She looked closely at the statue of the man with a silly smile on the monument and answered Irafren's questions with her voice box.

"I don't miss him."

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

"He's always by my side."

I just hope I can really write about this feeling (sad)