Tatir felt like he had had an endless dream from which he could never wake up... starting from the time when the prophecy was destroyed.
She is a young person who has just stepped into the path of prophet - young refers to being an Eldar who has just gained the power of prophet. For her who is only 300 years old, this is a very young age.
Everything was going so well, they learned in the Prophet's Council that a baby would grow into a life-or-death enemy that would be detrimental to the Eldar Ulthwe Arkworld.
So, after knowing that this enemy was still young, she led an Eldar team to eliminate the threat to the future.
After arriving through the webway to a colonial planet that was originally affiliated with the Human Federation, but has now lost control and degraded on its own, they successfully found the target... and now they happen to be living in a breeding cabin. They are so weak, as long as they , you can avoid future killings.
Then a hateful figure suddenly fell from the sky, landed directly next to the breeding cabin, and then protected behind the breeding cabin.
It's a monkey! And he was an irrational monkey who thought he was protecting a baby similar to himself.
But in fact, he is protecting a demon who will slaughter precious Eldar compatriots in the future!
No one can stop the Eldar's enthusiasm to save the prophecy, for the safety of ten thousand Eldar citizens in the future - don't blame me...
Then there was nothing more, this person, no! This guy, who wore the skin of a human monkey but was probably a chaotic creature on the inside, defeated almost everyone with a speed that even the spirit race couldn't react to!
In her last consciousness, apart from a bunch of unconscious Eldar team members, there were terrifying fists that were getting bigger and bigger in front of her eyes... and then there was endless darkness.
However, even in the endless darkness, the sensitive Tatir still felt many different atmospheres.
The aura of time and space travel, the aura of extreme bloodthirsty, the aura of anger... and even the aura of the enemy whose name can never be spoken among the Eldar...
This almost plunged her into endless madness and fear... She once thought that her soul had been devoured by the enemy and she was suffering.
But today, her physical restraints were finally released!
She was actually released from stasis, and felt a ray of light above her head... "I was released? Could it be that my tribe saved me?!"
But a voice directly caused her to fall from her newly raised hopes to the bottom: "No, I released you."
What a terrifying human-skin demon it is!
She suddenly felt like she was in an ice cave, her whole body was as cold as ice... She was still under the control of this guy... What should she do? How can I escape from the sea of suffering...I don't want to have my soul swallowed by the enemy...
In panic, tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Have you cried enough? If you have cried enough, try using your prophecy ability."
Suddenly, the devil's voice suddenly interrupted Tatir's thoughts: "See how restricted it is?"
"What?!"
Hearing that his own prophetic ability was limited, Tatir, who was trapped in self-sorrow just now, suddenly sat up from the stasis cabin, stared at the distance sitting on a high stool and looked at himself boredly. Devil...Xie Yuan.
"It's you! You...you..." From furious to panicked, Tatir's expression changed faster than turning a page, and his tone became more intermittent, "You...what did you do to me?!"
Why did Tadir become so panicked?
Because just now she discovered that her ability to predict was completely reduced to a very low level, and her ability to predict was almost ineffective - she could predict a rough situation, like a vague riddle.
But her ability to solve puzzles has just disappeared - she may not even be able to compete with a magic stick at this moment... This is almost like a death sentence for her prophetic skills.
"Hmph! As expected, without subspace and obvious psychic support, your abilities will be greatly reduced."
Seeing that he had lost his ability, the confused prophet Xie Yuan couldn't help but feel a little ironic.
In fact, once you are in a place where the psychic environment is not rich, the power of related psychic skills is reduced, which has already been reflected in Curze.
In the past, he was often troubled by death prophecies. He could encounter prophecies of anyone's death and failure - which once frustrated him.
However, when he entered the cyberpunk world and here, the situation changed: his ability to predict began to weaken greatly. He could predict near-term omens, but he could not predict the outcome after all - this new situation was impossible to predict. Good or bad, but it made him less pessimistic after all.
But there is another important reason that prevents him from becoming pessimistic - that is Xie Yuan himself. To this day, he has never been able to accurately meet Xie Yuan's own death.
And this was also the reason why Coz was curious about himself and wanted to get in touch with him.
"What do you mean?!" Tatir suddenly realized the key words Xie Yuan said, "The subspace is gone? How is that possible?!"
"Nothing is impossible." Xie Yuan responded rudely and simply, "There is no subspace here, so all your psychic abilities here need to be discounted - almost 75% of the power must be limited."
"No wonder I feel like I'm only a quarter of what I used to be under normal circumstances. It turns out... eh, that's not right. How come there's no subspace here?"
Tatir was puzzled, but then looked at Xie Yuan in horror: "You couldn't have brought me to the tomb world of the Necrons, right?! Are you crazy?! Do you think the overlords of the Necron would let me go?" Pass you!"
"This is also not the realm of the undead... Oh, can't you use your brain to relax?"
Xie Yuan gave the answer in disappointment: "This is another universe, my hometown. I don't even know if there is a subspace here! Of course you are subject to a lot of restrictions!"
Tatir: "..."
Are you kidding me? !
