Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Trazin touched the ground with the scepter in his hand, and his body ascended into the fourth dimension. Just like a three-dimensional creature that can fully see everything on a two-dimensional screen, he can now observe everything on this planet from a subtle angle.

From the inside to the outside, from big to small, there are endless details in front of him, but he doesn't feel tired or cumbersome at all.

"Ah...you are here." Trazin tapped the infinitely expanding world with his hand, and he found those uninvited guests. A group of disguised Eldar elite teams were sneaking near the black stone array planted by Trazin. It seemed that they were heading for the obelisk.

"Ah...it's the prophecy ability of these naive children again...when will they learn to respect their elders."

Trazin took a few steps in the four-dimensional space and stood in the unfolding hall. After lowering the dimension, he suddenly appeared behind the elite team of the Eldar.

An Eldar War Witch, a team of Howling Banshees, two teams of Dire Avengers, and hidden Dimensional Spiders, they were able to face off against those Space Marine Chapters, but these guys... Thinking of coming to steal Trazin's things and destroy his reputation.

"Enemy! Behind! Banshees destroy him!"

The Eldar War Witch sensed Trazin the moment she appeared. She didn't even look back. Instead, she held her staff high in her hand. The violent psychic power strengthened the senses of the warriors, making their reaction speed and power even stronger. .

"It's boring."

The exorcism dead zone was activated, and the subspace and real world in this area were forcibly stripped away. A strange feeling of soul and body being torn apart was transmitted to all the spirit races. The war witch became extremely weak in an instant. She knelt on the ground, her eyes were blank, she just looked at her hands with her eyes blankly, and her body shook. Shaky.

The banshees pushed themselves forward and roared out even more mournful screams. These violent howls even turned the gravel on the ground into powder that had not yet been cleaned up.

"Impact requires a medium, idiot."

Cutting a vacuum area in the space, and keeping the normal areas on both sides from being attracted to the vacuum area, Trazin easily solved the banshee's scream. Sharp fragments shot from the Dire Avenger's shuriken gun struck.

These weapons can easily cut through everything. The single-molecule fragments peeled off from the crystal can cut an entire person into blood foam on the ground at a high rate of fire in an instant.

Trazin's metal body was obviously not a threat to these high-speed single-molecule fragments, but the itchy scratching feeling still made him a little impatient.

"Be polite, dear, your grandparents and I used to have a good relationship."

Green ripples rippled in front of Trazin, and single-molecule fragments quickly turned into dust in the air. Seeing the bullets disappearing like this, the Fierce Avengers knew that the Necrons in front of them were definitely not something they could deal with.

Does the darkness that cannot be detected by the Council of Prophets refer to an awakened overlord? Thinking of this, the Eldar warriors were heartbroken. No one knew better than them how powerful the ancient Necrontyr was. The horrific scene of the destruction of the Creator Ancient Saint still fills their hearts with fear.

The dimensional spiders that tried to jump out of space to attack Trazin were locked into the flashing space. They remained still in the air, and the colors on their bodies changed and flashed. They could only watch like this, completely unable to control their equipment and escape from this chaotic space.

Looking at the Eldar who had fallen into despair and calmness, Trazin nodded approvingly, as if praising an overestimating insect for choosing to be played by him. He walked with noble and elegant steps, and the scepter in his hand tapped lightly, making a crisp sound that echoed in the black stone hall.

With a snap of his fingers, the power of the exorcism dead zone decreased. The somewhat demented war wizard finally recovered, and his eyes finally regained consciousness. A mouthful of colorful liquid emerged from her body and spat out down her esophagus.

Trazin raised her scepter and closed the war witch's mouth, preventing her from spitting out.

"That's it for those of you who are playing with psychic abilities. You have lost your connection with the subspace. You are just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. You may be even weaker. Lambs also have their own horns."

"Ancient enemy...the proud and glorious Eldar will not bow to you...how can a soulless person understand the grandeur and magnificence of the universe..."

"Ha..." Trazin's mechanical eyes revealed an aura of disdain. These arrogant Eldar were all extremely tough-talking, and even now they still use complex and awkward ancient Eldar language, with no intention of begging for mercy.

"You ants, you don't know how to repent when you are about to die? You, the lord of the empire, were just...slaves of our dynasty in the old days!"

Trazin manipulated the space and forced all the Eldar on the field to lie on the ground, in close contact with the smooth black stone floor. His scepter turned into a hook to capture the slave, and he caught the war wizard's neck and lifted her up.

"Look at your confused eyes. Your Ancient Eldar language is not even as good as mine. Have you forgotten so much culture and glory? It's really ridiculous."

"But I am also a good person, and it is my virtue to help others stand taller. You are taller than me now, my dear."

The War Witch's eyes were full of despair. She lowered her eyes and looked at Trazin pleadingly, "Forgive us ignorant people."

"Very well, a very sincere apology, that's a good start."

Another snap of the fingers, and the force of space squeezing disappeared. All the Eldar gasped and got up from the ground, but from their slightly stooped bodies, it could be seen that their dignity was not that indestructible.

"Tell us why you came here. What did the Prophet's Council see? That would make you weaklings take risks."

Seeing that the war witch was still hesitant, Trazin threw her into the slow-time pocket, which enhanced her sense of time and allowed her to experience more than a hundred years of darkness and loneliness in one second.

A second later, the War Witch collapsed into tears. She looked at Trazin who was about to raise her hand again and spoke hurriedly.

"The tides in the supreme sky... are unusually stable. The Prophets' Council saw the end of our Arkworld in the tides."

"Exceptionally stable? Isn't this a good thing for you?"

"No... this kind of stability is too familiar, like the calm before the storm, the rest before the dream collapses... In the fragmented dreams and prophecies, the prophets saw... saw a hazy The shadow, that is the new shadow... The current stability is a pavement for the birth of the new shadow, just like the... comfortable time before the old empire was destroyed by the Thirsty Lady."

An Eldar war wizard