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

Lin Fan winked at Wodehouse, indicating that if anything happened to him, he would definitely save him.

Wodehouse stood on the platform, and he could see the curiosity in the eyes of the Tau people.

This was really too strange. Like an animal. Wodehouse frowned and closed his eyes, thinking about the Empire and the Emperor, and resigned himself to showing these Tau people the power of the Warp.

The think tanks of other war groups were not as strong as him in terms of psychic power, so this job could only be done by him.

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

In the past, he would never dare to do this. There was only one outcome, that is, being possessed by the evil demon, and then the demon would tear open a stable Warp portal in reality through his body and psychic power.

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

The worst that could happen was death. Anyway, he could stay by the side of the Golden Throne, which was a good choice. Besides, there was no old beast like Cather Whitefang who would snatch his mead every day.

"Ugh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

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, and inexplicable black spots grew on the table and his clothes. No matter how he shot, he couldn't sweep away these filth.

Wodehouse's body trembled more and more, and the shadow of the subspace demon became clearer and clearer. The cruel eyes stared at the life in the field with bloodthirstiness, and the cracked mouth burst into a ferocious laugh.

Masha had lost control of his body due to this unspeakable fear. His excretion system was out of control, and his urine and feces accumulated in his pants. He was stunned and felt that something inside his body was being pulled out by the terrifying thing.

"The Emperor bless me. The light of the good way bless your pious lamb. I am a pious 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 subtle sounds from his throat.

"For. For the Emperor."

As soon as he finished speaking, 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 pen in his trembling hand and wrote the words "For the Emperor" on the parchment again and again.

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 his eyes, and the titanium technicians in the field were tortured by the approaching death and the incomprehensible huge fear.

"Now!" Lin Fan jumped up from the chair, jumped to the side of Wodehouse, pressed him under him, and punched Wodehouse, who was about to become a demon's plaything.

Demon Inquisitor Klipman also pulled out a bloody thorn stick from under the heavy Inquisitor armor. He quickly recited the Emperor's quotations a few times, and then dripped a drop of pious holy water purified by prayers from several religious worlds on the thorn stick.

"Use this!"

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

After the thorn stick came into contact with the holy water and the demon, it grew into a crude thorn cage. Lin Fan threw the demon's phantom into it, and Klipman followed his movements.

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

These things, which sounded very heretical, were thrown onto the demon's phantom, and then the demon's phantom was stained with these flesh and blood and began to quickly possess entities.

He roared in the thorn cage and shook the thorns violently, but failed to break through the blockade.

He slapped Wodehouse in the face and gave him two injections of the blood bottle produced by Selina. Wodehouse woke up slowly.

". This is really too painful."

"I'm sorry, my friend."

"It doesn't matter. I also got a blessing in disguise. At least my understanding of the warp has deepened a lot."

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

The pollution of the warp has faded a lot, but the rustling sound of writing in the field has not stopped. Every Tau people prayed desperately to the Emperor and the Greater Good.

"Mortals! I will tear you apart! I will bathe in your blood! I will use your souls as my foot 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 with his eyes wide open.

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

The devil stopped shouting and sat in the cage mumbling something like rebirth after 800 years and becoming a hero again.

"I think this demonstration may be a bit too cruel." Priest Dilia came over with a little bit of worry on her face. Looking at the current state of the titanium people, Dilia thought it would be better to wait a few days.

Lin Fan looked at the chaos in the field and thought so too, so he asked the Tribunal and the Ministry of Education to keep these people under strict supervision and wait for 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.