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 means that as an Eldar who has just gained the power of prophet, this is a very young age for her who is only 300 years old.
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 murders.
Then a hateful figure suddenly fell from the sky, landed directly next to the breeding cabin, and then protected behind the breeding cabin.
This is a monkey! And an irrational monkey at that. He thinks he is protecting a baby that is 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 inside, defeated almost everyone with a speed that even the spirit race could not react to!
In her last consciousness, in addition to a bunch of unconscious Eldar team members scattered about, there were terrifying fists that were getting bigger and bigger in front of her... 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 demon in human skin!
She suddenly felt like she was in an ice cave, and her whole body was as cold as ice... She was still under the control of this guy... What should I 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: "Look at 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 with wide eyes, sitting on a high stool and looking at his own in boredom.
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 prediction ability was completely reduced to a very low level, and her prediction ability was almost ineffective - she could predict a general 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 psionic environment is not rich, the power of related psionic skills is reduced, which has already been reflected in Coze's body.
In the past, he was often troubled by death prophecies. He could encounter prophecies of anyone's death and failure - this 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 the near future, but he could not predict the outcome after all - this new situation was impossible to predict. It was good or not, but it made him less pessimistic after all.
However, 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. Why is there no subspace here?"
Tatir was puzzled, but then looked at Xie Yuan in horror: "Could you have brought me to the tomb world of the Necron? Are you crazy?! Do you think the overlords of the Necron will let go?" Pass you!"
"This is also not the realm of the undead... Sigh, 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!"