Chapter 729 Pollution

The webway still looked so broken, on the edge of a dangerous situation of being broken but not broken. A void thunder shot out from the bottom of the void phoenix fighter and hit a group of lazy flesh and blood that blocked the webway tightly.

This thing was obviously from the subspace.

The flesh and blood were annihilated, and the void phoenix fighter continued to fly forward.

The Eldar prophet was constructing a ritual. They were trying to use the psychic eye to scout the situation of the VK-01 galaxy.

The galaxy was empty, not to mention insects, even a small meteorite could not be found.

When he looked at the planet, he did not find any traces of fighting, but the fortress defenders were lying on the ground one by one, as if they were in a coma.

This situation made the prophet feel strange. He concentrated his mind and energy, sacrificing the breadth of the psychic eye's exploration to gain the length of the exploration.

He swept through some damaged areas in the fortress inch by inch. After not getting any useful information, he turned his sight to the silent void.

There were whispers in his ears.

He felt that he had found the problem. After judging that it was not the power of chaos, he bravely continued to scan the void.

Finally, in a dark place without shining stars, the whispers in his ears suddenly amplified.

The runes used to maintain the stability of the spell became unfamiliar. Logically, this situation should not happen. He has studied these runes for hundreds of years. He may not remember what he had for lunch, but he will never forget the meaning of each rune.

The memory is being lost, and the cognition of the world is gradually collapsing. He remembers that he is carrying out the mission of reconnaissance and remembers that he is a grass.

The prophet's body stood upright, and he imitated the state of the grass falling in the wind vividly.

The other elves who were setting up the formation on the side realized that the prophet was in trouble. They all released their psychic energy to let the prophet get out of the formation.

The psychic energy blended with each other, and at this moment they all heard the voice echoing in the prophet's mind.

Everything in front of me began to become strange, my hands were no longer my hands, and I was no longer me.

The room expanded and rose, the body was flat and small, and the shining psychic light spots were like black roses with blooming eyes.

This situation continued to spread outward, and Chagatai Khan frowned, he drew his gun and sword and prepared for battle.

Lin Fan saw Chagatai's action and asked, "Are there enemies?"

"No. There is danger." Chagatai was as if facing a great enemy, and sweat dripped down his forehead nervously.

"Keep an eye on Irafren, I'll go see what happened." Lin Fan walked past Chagatai, opened the door and walked forward.

In his perception, there was no danger in this place. If something really happened, it was because there was something wrong with the psychic spell of the Eldar prophet.

Can a detection spell still be targeted by the subspace demons? It shouldn't be.

Lin Fan was also a little confused. He entered the room where the prophet constructed the psychic spell, and did not see any signs of demon invasion, but only found that the Eldar in the room twisted around like they were sick.

The feet were nailed to the ground like nails, and the part above the ankles was rotating and swaying with the feet as the axis.

This difficult action made Lin Fan marvel, but he would not regard this behavior as a small pastime of the Eldar, and hurried over for psychological treatment.

After a slap, an Eldar finally woke up. He felt that his whole body was sore and tired because of the previous action, and even his mind was dizzy.

"Uh. Who are you? Oh. Oh! I remember it." The Eldar who just woke up squatted on the ground with his head covered. Lin Fan also put him aside first and slapped the other Eldar.

After waking up, they all squatted on the ground with their heads covered, looking half asleep and half awake.

The first Eldar who was awakened finally recovered. He raised his head and looked at Lin Fan, "We can't continue to advance to the VK-01 galaxy. There is something wrong with that place."

"There are so many places that are wrong. What did you see?" Lin Fan ignored the warning of the Eldar and continued to ask.

"I. I am a grass."

Lin Fan didn't understand what he meant, but seeing the Eldar suffering from another attack, he slapped him.

"No. Wait!" The Eldar looked even more painful. Lin Fan asked him but he couldn't explain anything clearly. He just kept telling him that the Void Phoenix fighter needed to return immediately.

Huh?

Lin Fan frowned. He always felt that something might go wrong if these people stayed where they were, so he found a rope and tied the hands of the Eldar with it. He led these people to the cab alone.

The situation in the cab was even stranger. Chagatai supported the wall with his hands, his legs were shaking, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was quite heavy.

Irafren was sleeping soundly in the driver's seat, and the amount of saliva secreted had exceeded the normal standard.

Lin Fan was about to slap Chagatai, who was close to him, but Chagatai grabbed his arm in advance, "I'm fine."

If you didn't say this with gritted teeth, I might really believe it.

Lin Fan complained silently, and he walked to the monitoring station to wake up Irafren.

Irafren suddenly straightened up, like a sleepy student awakened by the teacher's knocking on the blackboard.

She wiped the corners of her mouth and felt dry mouth and tongue. Her skin was no longer shiny and was as rough as the bark of a tree without water.

"Oh my God!" Irafren exclaimed. She had only seen this kind of dehydration game, but had never experienced it herself.

"What happened? I can't feel anything." Lin Fan hurriedly asked Chagatai.

Chagatai resisted the nausea and said to Lin Fan slowly, "Something is affecting my cognition. Even my physical cognition. I feel that my heart is taking on the work of my stomach, and my stomach is beating like my heart. This feeling is unbearable for me."

"Ah? Is this the influence of Nurgle?"

"I don't know." Before Chagatai finished speaking, the fighter plane shook violently, and Irafren, who was in charge of driving, fell into a coma again.

Lin Fan didn't care about the problem of other Eldar shaking like grass. He slapped Irafren again and pinched Irafren's face with his hands.

"Oh." Irafren woke up as if from a dream, and she was surprised again by her dry mouth.

"Why did you fall asleep again?"

"Again? Fall asleep? What are you talking about? Haven't I been flying the fighter plane? What is the big guy doing? Why is he using his head?"

Before he finished speaking, Irafren's eyelids were about to close again, and his mouth became unusually wet, but this time it was no longer saliva that flowed out, but streams of red blood.