Chapter 502 Death Army

Drifting in the webway, they were still avoiding the pursuit of the Gomor Conspiracy. Their destruction of Gomor angered the large and small conspiracies, and the Blade Lord Drazaar was determined to chop off Ivrene's head.

At this moment, Qianmian felt the fluctuation of the spirit bone. He guided the embryonic Death Army to the place where the spirit bone fluctuated, and used the other half of the spirit bone fragments to open a new gap in the webway.

Everyone was able to enter the real universe to take a breath.

However, Ivrene was not tired. She asked Lin Fan about the whereabouts of the fifth Crone Sword with great excitement.

"Prophet! What did you witness in the palace of the Lord of Desire! Have you found the fifth Crone Sword!" Ivrene's eyes were bright, as if the hope of the revival of the whole clan was on him.

Lin Fan looked at Ivrene's unusually bright smile and just told her to calm down first.

How should he tell her the explosive news that Slaanesh became his wife? Or should he tell her directly? Anyway, there is no point in hiding anything, so why not call Slaanesh over as well.

"Let's go to the special meeting room to talk."

Lin Fan called a group of important people on the planet to meet with the Death Army in the built fortress conference room.

Priest Delia, Political Commissar Kane, Odemeier, and Perturabo were all pulled into the conference room. Colonel Erica and her Krieg soldiers were responsible for security and vigilance.

On one side of the square conference table sat humans, and on the other side sat the Death Army.

On the relatively long and narrow side of the table sat Lin Fan, who became the center of the meeting. Perturabo sat next to him, and everyone could see the suspicion in his eyes.

On the other side sat Iverene, who was vigilantly observing Perturabo's state and trying to ignore the surging hostility emanating from this Primarch.

There were only three humans present that she couldn't see through. One was Lin Fan, who was no different from an ordinary person, and the other was Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors. Although Ivrene didn't know why this Primarch who had fallen into Chaos was on this planet, it didn't affect her cautious treatment of this Primarch as she would treat a great enemy.

Then there was the last person. Ivrene used her psychic eyes to look at a woman sitting at the table. This woman seemed to be indifferent to the content of the meeting. She just lay on the chair with an eye mask and slept quietly.

The slight breathing and snoring came into Ivrene's ears. She could keenly feel from her breath that this woman was more dangerous than Perturabo.

The legendary mother of genes? Or a female Primarch who had never been known to anyone?

Ivrene didn't speak rashly. She was still waiting for the impatient human to reveal a flaw in his words. Although she was a little impatient and aggressive compared to her fellow people, she could be called patient compared to the short-lived humans.

Perturabo's roar broke the silence of the conference room. He slapped the table with his big hand and stood up from his seat. His Greek-style robe shook with a sound. It seemed that he still missed his life in Olympia.

"These aliens! Don't tell me that you still have a secret with the aliens! Even Chaos Space Marines will not choose to unite with aliens!"

Lin Fan looked up at Perturabo's face and motioned him to sit on the chair first and not be so emotional all the time.

"Slaanesh has become my wife. Is it strange to unite with aliens?"

Perturabo was blocked. He opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't speak. He began to think about which one was more outrageous, the alien allies or the evil god couple.

Iverene frowned. She heard some strange words, and she heard them very clearly. Lin Fan not only called out the name of the Lord of Desire, but also said that the Lord of Desire was his wife.

"Prophet, I remember the help from Gomo, but the joke you just told is not funny."

"It's not a joke, I'm a very honest person." Lin Fan clapped his hands, and then the humans in the field seemed to have received some signal, and they were all nervous.

Commissar Kane coughed twice, closed his eyes and recited the Emperor's True Words; Priest Dilia twisted her body shyly; Perturabo frowned, his eyes fixed on the twisting and expanding shadow behind Lin Fan.

Only Odemayer still looked relaxed, lying on the chair with his legs spread out and sleeping soundly.

"Oh, oh, oh, dear, did you miss me~" The obscene and beautiful voice echoed in the conference room. Under the echo of the sound, the room originally made of steel began to grow beautiful flowers, constantly exuding a strange fragrance.

Perturabo looked at the crazy outline constructed by the shadow in shock. He felt his scalp tingling, and the emotions in his heart were being pulled to one extreme point after another as the shadow condensed and expanded.

At this moment, he felt extremely furious, and the next second, he was replaced by extreme calmness. This kind of ups and downs made him very uncomfortable, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

Lin Fan put his hand on Perturabo's tightly clenched fist and squeezed it. Perturabo pulled his hand out in shock and shouted at Lin Fan that he would never be gay with Lin Fan in the cesspool of Nurgle.

Perturabo's roar made Lin Fan a little confused. Maybe this guy thought of Fugen of the Ascended Demon. God knows what kind of psychological shadow Fugen of the Ascended Demon brought to Perturabo.

However, Perturabo looked quite energetic, which meant that he had no problem. Seeing this, Lin Fan let Perturabo think about it, and he got up to check the situation of the Death Army.

Everene had inherited the power of the God of Death, but facing the fear from the essence of the soul, her face still turned pale. She gritted her teeth and said to the shadow, "Lord of Desire."

"Oh, dear, did you find me some snacks?" The shadow twisted and jumped happily, and the shadow of Slaanesh passed through the army of the God of Death, and stroked the cheeks of the Eldar with its shadow hand.

"Black Muse. God of Death. Anyone can do it! Save me!" A dark Eldar from Gomor could not bear the soul withering brought by Slaanesh. He knelt on the ground and trembled, praying to all the gods for help.

"Instead of praying to God, you might as well pray to me." Lin Fan ran over in three or two steps, slapped the dark Eldar who was trapped in soul withering and fear, and told Slaanesh to stop his magic.

"Remember? These people are the ones you met with me in Gomor."

"Gomor?" The shadow of Slaanesh stopped, she recalled the past, and remembered these poor guys who were scared to death on the ship.