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

Lin Fan winked at Wodehouse and said that if something happened to him, he would definitely save him.

Wodehouse stood on the stage, and he could see the curiosity in the Tau's eyes.

This is really weird... like an animal... Wodehouse frowned and closed his eyes. He thought about the Empire and the Emperor, but he resigned himself to his fate and prepared to show these Tau people a lesson. The power of space.

The think tanks of other chapters are not as powerful as him in terms of psychic power, so this job can only be done by him.

Loosening the protection of his soul, Wodehouse released his psychic projection into the subspace without any cover. He could feel the malice approaching his soul.

In the past, he would never have dared to do this. There was only one outcome, which was to be penetrated by the demon, and then the demon would use his body and spiritual power to tear open a stable subspace portal in reality.

But now, he knew that Lin Fan and the Emperor were watching him, and there really was nothing to be afraid of.

The worst he could do was die. Anyway, it would be a good choice to stay next to the Golden Throne, and there wouldn't be that old beast like Cather White Fang grabbing his mead every day.

"Ugh! Ahhhhhh!"

Wodehouse's psychic projection was targeted by a demon, and then his unprotected soul quickly corrupted. His armor began to mutate and crack, and bones with a chain-like structure grew out of it.

The Tau people looked at Wodehouse's changes in horror. Whispers began to appear in their ears. The bright light in the hall became dim. Inexplicable black spots appeared on the table and clothes, which could not be swept away no matter how hard they took pictures. The filth.

Wodehouse's body was shaking more and more violently, and the shadow of the subspace demon became clearer and clearer. His cruel eyes stared bloodthirsty at the lives in the field, and his gaping mouth burst out with cruel ridicule. Voice.

Masha had been frightened by this unspeakable fear and lost control of his body. His excretory system was out of control, and his urine and feces were accumulated in his pants. He felt blankly that something inside his body was being affected by that terrifying thing. things involved.

"The Emperor bless me... The light of the Good Way bless your pious Lamb... I am a devout servant of the Emperor and the Great Good Way..."

Masha heard Yiou's prayer. He controlled his face, moved his lips, and forced out a few small sounds from his throat.

"For...for the Emperor..."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt that he was being watched by something, and then his body that had lost control began to move. He held the quill in his trembling hand and wrote again and again on the parchment for the emperor. A few words.

He felt that the characters he wrote were shining with golden light, and the feeling of being watched by something became stronger and stronger.

Tears of fear and struggle flowed from the eyes, and the Tau technicians in the field were tortured by approaching death and incomprehensible fear.

"Now!" Lin Fan jumped up from the chair, jumped next to Wodehouse, pinned him down and punched Wodehouse one after another, who was about to turn into a devil's plaything.

The Demon Judge Kripman also pulled out a blood-stained thorn strip from under the heavy Judge's armor. He quickly recited several emperor's words, and then poured out a drop of piety purified by the prayers of several religious worlds. Holy water dripped on the thorns.

"use this!"

Lin Fan clung tightly to the beaten half-dead demon phantom. Although Wodehouse beneath him was only breathing in but not out, Lin Fan knew that his superhuman body could still hold on for a while.

After the thorn strips came into contact with the holy water and the devil, they grew into a crude thorn cage. Lin Fan threw the devil's shadow into it, and Kripman followed his movements closely.

"A filthy thing made from the flesh and blood of 9999 sinners!"

These things, whose names are very heretical, were attached to the demon's shadow, and then the devil's shadow was stained with these flesh and blood and began to quickly take on physical form.

He roared in the thorn cage, violently shaking the thorn bars, but failed to break through the blockade.

After giving Wodehouse a slap in the face and giving him two injections of the blood bottle produced by Serena, Wodehouse woke up leisurely.

"...This is so painful..."

"I'm sorry, friend."

"It doesn't matter... I'm also a blessing in disguise. At least I have a much deeper understanding of subspace."

Wodehouse was helped up by Lin Fan and sat back on the chair with his waist. He closed his eyes and needed some time to absorb the subspace knowledge he had just gained.

The pollution in the warp has faded a lot, but the rustling of writing in the field still hasn't stopped, and every Tau tribe member is praying desperately to the Emperor and the Greater Good.

"Mortal things! I will tear you apart! I will bathe you in your blood! I will use your souls as my foot-washing cloth!"

The devil's words echoed in the hall. Lin Fan reached into the cage and slapped him, then pointed at him with his index finger while glaring.

"You shout again! If you shout again I will beat you again!"

The devil stopped shouting and sat muttering in the cage, muttering something about being reborn as a good man after 800 years.

"I think this demonstration may be a little too cruel." Priest Delia came over, with a little worry on his face. Looking at the current state of the Tau people, Delia thought it would be better to talk about it in a few days.

Lin Fan looked at the chaos in the field and thought so, so he asked the Tribunal and the Ministry of Education to keep these people under strict supervision until the scientific research meeting next week.

As for the demon in the cage, Lin Fan himself takes care of it.

The next week's meeting was held as a matter of course. The Tu clan technicians were no longer distracted as before. Each of them had affixed scriptures they had written on their bodies, as well as the holy statue of the Emperor's Good Way, which they had prayed to with three prostrations and nine kowtows. Hanging around the neck.

Masha was in the same condition as everyone else, her eyes were bloodshot, and she had lost a lot of weight from the mental torture, nightmares and insomnia in the past few days.

Those drones were flying in again, and Masha no longer dared to mock these religious rituals.

There really are gods in this world, and there are even more terrifying things...

Treating the distributed parchments and quills as treasures, Masha discovered that there were some changes in the emperor's sayings on them. This time there were new sentences.

"It's better to have a broken body than to lose your mind."

Oh, the Emperor and the Good Way are above, this writing makes so much sense.

Masha felt that the corners of her eyes were moist, and she wanted to kiss this sacred parchment, but she felt that her humble body was not worthy of touching this sacred object.

Traveler, among the Necrontyr, he is also easy to talk to. Tau once dragged him to build the Greater Good, but when he got tired of talking about it, he promoted the Tau people.