Chapter 315 Uninvited Guests

Tarasim tapped the ground with his staff, and his body rose into the four-dimensional space. Just like a three-dimensional creature can see everything in a two-dimensional picture, he can now observe everything on this planet from a subtle angle.

From inside to outside, from big to small, there are endless details in front of him, and he does not feel tired or tedious at all.

"Ah, you are here." Tarasim tapped the infinitely expanding world with his hand, and he found the uninvited guests. A group of disguised Eldar elite teams are sneaking into the vicinity of the black stone array buried by Tarasim. It seems that they are heading for the obelisk.

"Ah. The prophetic ability of these naive children again. When will they learn to respect the elders."

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

An Eldar war witch, a team of howling banshees, two teams of ferocious avengers, and hidden dimensional spiders. They could face those Space Marines head-on, but these guys wanted to steal Trazyn's things and destroy his reputation.

"Enemy! Behind! Banshees, destroy him!"

The Eldar war witch sensed the moment Trazyn appeared. She didn't even look back, but raised her staff high. The violent psychic power strengthened the senses of the warriors, making their reaction speed and strength stronger.

"It's boring."

The exorcism dead zone was activated, and the subspace and the real world in this area were forcibly separated. A strange feeling of soul and body being torn apart was transmitted to all the Eldar. The war witch became extremely weak in an instant. She knelt on the ground, her eyes were dull, and she just stared at her hands with her eyes, her body swaying.

The banshees supported their bodies and roared out even more mournful screams. These fierce howls even turned the gravel on the ground that had not been cleared away into powder.

"Impact requires a medium, idiot."

By cutting out a vacuum zone in the space and maintaining the normal areas on both sides from being attracted to the vacuum zone, Trazyn easily solved the banshee's scream. The sharp fragments thrown by the star dart guns of the violent avengers attacked.

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

Trazyn's metal body is obviously not a threat to these high-speed single-molecule fragments, but this itchy scratching feeling still makes him a little impatient.

"Be polite, dear, your grandparents used to have a good relationship with me."

Green ripples rippled in front of Trazyn, and the single-molecule fragments quickly turned into dust in the air. Seeing the bullet disappear like this, the violent avengers knew that the space necron in front of them was definitely not something they could deal with.

Does the darkness that the Council of Prophets cannot detect refer to an awakened overlord? Thinking of this, the Eldar warriors were disheartened. No one knew better than them how powerful the ancient Necronists were. The horrific scene of the destruction of the Creator Old Saints still frightened them.

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

Looking at the Eldar who fell into despair and calm, Trazyn nodded approvingly, as if praising the unpredictable insects and ants who chose to be played by him. He took the elegant steps of a noble, and the scepter in his hand gently tapped the ground, making a crisp sound that echoed in the hall of Black Stone.

A snap of the fingers was made, and the power of the exorcist's dead domain decreased. The somewhat demented war wizard recovered, and his eyes finally regained consciousness. A mouthful of colorful liquid emerged from her body and spit out along the esophagus.

Tarasim raised his scepter and closed the war witch's mouth, so that she could not spit it out.

"You followers who play with psychic energy are like this. Without the connection with the warp, you are just a group of lambs to be slaughtered. Maybe even weaker, lambs also have their long horns."

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

"Heh." Trasim's mechanical eyes revealed a disdainful breath. These proud Eldars were so stubborn that they even had to use the complicated and difficult ancient Eldar language, without any intention of begging for mercy.

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

Tarasim manipulated the space and forced all the Eldar on the field to lie on the ground and have close contact with the smooth black stone floor. His staff turned into a hook to capture slaves, and it caught the war witch's neck and lifted her up.

"Look at your confused eyes, your ancient Elven language is not even as good as mine. Have you forgotten so much culture and glory? It's ridiculous."

"But I am also a good person. Helping others stand higher is my virtue. You are taller than me now, dear."

The war witch's eyes were full of despair. She lowered her eyes and looked at Trazyn pleadingly, "Forgive us ignorant people."

"Very good, a very sincere apology, this is a good start."

Another snap of fingers sounded, and the force of space compression disappeared. All the Eldar gasped and climbed up from the ground, but from their slightly hunched bodies, it can be seen that their dignity is not so solid and indestructible.

"Tell me why you came here. What did the Council of Prophets see? That made you weaklings take risks."

Seeing that the war witch was still hesitant, Trazyn threw her into the slow time pocket, which enhanced her perception of time and made her experience more than a hundred years of darkness and loneliness in one second.

A second later, the war witch collapsed and cried. She saw Trazyn was about to raise his hand again and spoke hurriedly.

"The tide of the High Heaven is abnormally stable. The Council of Prophets saw the end of our Ark World in the tide."

"Abnormal stability? 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. The prophets saw a hazy shadow in the fragmented dreams and prophecies. That is a new shadow. The current stability is the prelude to the birth of the new shadow, just like the comfortable time before the old empire was destroyed by the hungry lady."

An Eldar war witch