I Want to Draw a Ritual

However, she could clearly sense that the Psionic Energy power contained in the man in front of her was majestic, vast, and extremely pure.

It was a divine power of order and war, with infinite power, no less powerful than her Eldar goddess of life.

Even in terms of the depth and domineering power, it is even better, enough to be called the top existence second only to the king of Eldar Gods, Asuryan.

Moreover, his strength attribute is the god of war who is best at fighting and the most extremely sharp. His combat power is so strong that it is difficult to estimate.

Perhaps, this person really has the ability to lead her out of Nurgle's imprisonment and out of this desperate Chaos hell.

At this thought, the shock in the heart of the goddess of life gradually dissipated, replaced by solemnity and gratitude.

She gently lifted the skirt of her white skirt, bent down slightly, and performed the highest elven etiquette towards Guilliman. Her movements were elegant and graceful.

She wore a white dress with elfin characteristics. The skirt was elegant and flexible, with no unnecessary complicated decorations.

There were only a few slender golden threads, like flowing veins of life, gently woven on the skirt and sleeves, making her whole person more holy and ethereal.

When she leaned over to salute, her skirt lifted slightly, revealing her slender and smooth calves, with delicate skin and graceful lines, as if they were carved from the most perfect jade in the world.

A head of white hair like snow, falling gently on her shoulders, matching her eyes as green as a spring forest.

There is a faint halo of life lingering around her, and every movement shows the holiness and gentleness of the goddess of life.

"Your Excellency, the great Imperium of Man thirteenth Primarch, Milky Way Imperial Regent Guilliman, I am the goddess of Eldar life. Thank you for coming to save me through many Chaos hardships."

Her voice was soft, like the spring breeze blowing across the earth, carrying the warmth of life, and her tone was full of sincere gratitude.

In the Warp core controlled by Nurgle, coming here alone would have meant a narrow escape. This courage and friendship were enough to make her grateful.

Guilliman stood up straight, with a gentle and calm smile on his face, and his tone was calm, but full of determination. "Everyone gets what they need, no need to say thank you."

He came here this time to reach an agreement with Asuryan to rescue the goddess of life in exchange for Eldar's remaining Old Ones secrets.

The Warp used to strengthen Imperium of Man's defense is, for him, an equal exchange, not a meaningless redemption.

After finishing his words, he turned his eyes slightly and landed on the goddess of life. He looked at her carefully for a moment, and his tone remained calm:

"How is your physical condition? Nurgle's imprisonment must have taken a heavy toll on you."

Seeing Guilliman in the core field of Nurgle, he still looks so calm, confident and calm.

The Goddess of Life couldn't help but feel more and more at ease, and subconsciously felt that this human regent must be extremely well prepared and have a complete escape strategy.

This is the core of Nurgle's Kingdom of God, and it is the exclusive domain of Four Chaos Gods. Its level of danger is no less than that of the Imperial Palace in Material Universe.

If you are not careful, you will end up with your soul destroyed, but the man in front of you is still so calm, he must have the confidence to defy heaven.

The goddess of life pursed her lips slightly, with a forced smile on her face, and her tone was filled with bitterness and exhaustion that could not be concealed.

Even though she is the goddess in charge of life, she has already been exhausted mentally and physically under the torture of Nurgle.

"My health is fine for the time being. Over the years, Nurgle has been feeding me his Psionic Energy poison in an attempt to corrupt the divinity of my life.

He completely assimilated me into His vassal, and day after day, I managed to accumulate a tiny bit of resistance against His filthy power."

But even so, the pain is still unimaginable to ordinary people.

Nurgle's Psionic Energy soup contains the evil power of extreme decay and plague. Every time you drink it, it is like countless corrosive blades.

It was splitting her soul and burning her body, making her experience the torment of life and death every time.

Even if she controls the power of life regeneration, she cannot completely resist the pollution that penetrates into her soul.

Guilliman nodded slightly, his eyes calm, without too much comfort.

But the conversation changed and he suddenly asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with escape. His tone was indifferent, but it carried a hint of profound meaning that was not easy to detect.

"I see that you have been talking to me for a long time, but Nurgle has never made any movement, and has not noticed anything unusual in this area.

Presumably, this piece of Garden of Life that belongs to you should be completely isolated from the territory of Nurgle, right?"

When the goddess of life heard this, she was slightly startled, and then her face gradually became heavy. She nodded and explained in a solemn tone.

"That's right, all connections between this piece of Garden of Life and Nurgle's Garden were cut off by Nurgle himself. This is a way for him... to please me."

Nurgle tried to corrupt her slowly and didn't want to push her, so he specially created this pure land to isolate from everything.

Let her have a moment of peace in this small world, so that she can weaken her will and slowly succumb to the power of Chaos.

It is precisely because of this isolation that such a pure breath of life is retained in this Garden of Nurgle.

She will not be contaminated by the corrupt power of Nurgle, and all her conversations and actions with Guilliman here will not be noticed by Nurgle. She has absolute freedom and safety.

"But all of this is limited to this Garden of Nurgle." The goddess of life's tone became heavier, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

"Once you step out of the Garden of Nurgle range, if you make too much noise, you will alarm Nurgle.

Chaos Gods, who usually seems kind and kind, will be even crazier and more terrifying when angry than Khorne, who only knows how to kill."

The escape route she had in mind was always the most difficult and tragic one:

Guilliman took her, stepped out from Garden of Nurgle, and faced Nurgle's countless plagues Greater Daemon and the army of demons.

In the boundless Chaos army, carve out a bloody road, fight bloody battles all the way, break through the Warp barriers, and escape from the Nurgle divine kingdom.

She could even foresee the brutality of that battle, with corpses everywhere and Psionic Energy exploding.

Not only will they have to face endless Nurgle Daemon, they may even alert Nurgle himself to take action himself.

By then, everything will be beyond redemption.

She could only pray silently in her heart, praying that Asuryan, the king of Eldar Gods, and Emperor, the human being sitting on Golden Throne, could join forces to contain Nurgle and gain a glimmer of life for them.

Guilliman had a panoramic view of the changes in the expression of the goddess of life, and it was clear in her heart.

There was a faint and confident smile on his face, and a sharp light flashed in his blue eyes.