Chapter 505: First Encounter

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

When she was born, she almost swallowed all the gods of the Eldar, and a mere unawakened god of death was not enough to stop the erosion of her great power.

The barrier that protected the soul was pried open, and Slaanesh drilled into it and reached Ivrene's soul sea.

Looking at Ivrene's vigorous soul, Slaanesh resisted his appetite. She touched the saliva at the corner of her mouth and created an unforgettable memory for Ivrene by influencing the soul.

The illusion wrapped Ivrene's soul and penetrated deeply into it. And from Ivrene's perspective, the situation became so dangerous.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that her soul body was disintegrating. The surrounding scene was filled with more and more indescribable subspace horrors. The demons were knocking on the soul barrier constructed by the power of the god of death. They opened their greedy mouths and broke through the soul barrier bit by bit with their scarlet and sharp tongues.

Ivreni looked at the demons, with only anger and fighting spirit in her heart. The old woman's sword, which was bound to her soul, appeared with her mind, and the sword of sorrow, Cavil, exuded the surging power of the god of death. Every swing could turn the enemy into ashes in the fire of death.

But there was an exception. Ivreni gritted her silver teeth, and she remembered how Lin Fan easily extinguished the fire of death and caused the sword of sorrow to suffer heavy damage.

Now the flames flashing on the sword of sorrow are less than one-third of the original, but Ivreni is not ready 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 by the evil demons. They roared and rushed towards Ivrene, but they disappeared one by one with hatred under the swing of the long sword.

The pale flames ignited in the sea of ​​demons, and Ivrene's elegant and violent figure passed through the demons.

But there were so many demons that there was no end in sight. Ivrene 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 before the flame went out, it was covered with a thick layer of white ash, and the warmth was covered under the ash. Although there was the power to rekindle, it was also in a state of swaying and extinguishing.

Ivrene was thrown to the ground by the evil demon, and the long sword was also shaken away and disappeared.

Panting heavily, her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Ivrene looked at the evil demon in front of her with hatred, and spit on him with disgust for how filthy and ugly he was.

The demon was furious. His tentacles attacked Iverene, who was powerless to resist, mercilessly, vowing to taint her 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 bombs. The demon that suppressed Iverene was torn apart by the rain of bullets, leaving behind the wreckage and wailing and being exiled to the warp.

Iverene looked closely and saw a Primarch wearing gorgeous blue armor with gold edges slowly walking towards her. His tall body and handsome face were considered excellent even by Iverene's standards.

Even though the vast majority of the Eldar looked down on the crude and backward biological structure of humans, no one could deny that the Primarch had surpassed the Eldar Eldar created by the Old Saints at the level of life.

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

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

"Don't worry." Guilliman's huge body and Iverene's slender body formed a striking contrast. The loyal heir of the Emperor knelt on one knee and held Iverene in his arms.

Iverene was not a little girl who would scream at this situation. She watched Guilliman's actions coldly, judging what he was and whether he was a new evil demon that confused people.

A cold snort irritated the nerves of 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 difficult times, the Alliance became our only choice. Ivreene, the Chosen of the Death God, Macragge needs you."

Guilliman's words came into Ivreene's ears, and these words were so familiar, as if she had heard them from someone before.

If she could recall these words, she would definitely remember some meaningless jokes that Lin Fan had made to her.

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

Eldrar, the great prophet of the Ulthwe Craft World, had saved the Death God Army in times of crisis and provided them with help.

She still remembered how Eldrar used psychic power to tear a gap in the sea of ​​​​insects and warned Ivreene to find a great sage of the Mechanicum named Cawl.

On the way to Linfan, she also took a look at who this great Mechanicus named Cawl was. Cawl's mechanical transformation and personality integration over the past ten thousand years have turned him into a monster that is not human, and he is busy making an armor to save the life of the Primarch Guilliman.

"This is exactly the same as the guidance in the prophecy." Ivrene murmured to herself, she looked at Guilliman's face and slowly said, "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?"

Guilliman's words were full of surprise, and Ivrene nodded gently, telling him that she accepted the help of the prophet and signed a covenant with the Khan of the White Scars and the Human Empire in Gomor.

"In that case, I no longer have any worries. We will meet again, and I believe that day is not far away. I have done what I should do, and now it's up to you."

The figures of Guilliman and his offspring became illusory, and at the same time, the overwhelming demon army was slowly annihilated. Under Ivreni's thoughtful gaze, her soul sea became quiet again.

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