Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Slok's face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bloodless. She shook her head slowly and weakly, her voice as weak as a candle in the wind: "I... I'm fine, the problem is not... serious."

However, it was obvious from her trembling body and labored breathing that she was suffering great pain at the moment.

Seeing this, Gultig and Alecto hurried forward and carefully helped Slok to sit on the chair next to them.

As soon as Slok sat down, she collapsed on the chair like a deflated ball, breathing heavily. Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which slid down her cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, she looked extremely decadent, as if all her energy had been drained away. There was no trace of the grace and elegance that the prophet had in the past. Instead, she looked like a beggar who had suffered endless hardships.

Excessive consumption of psychic energy is a heavy burden for any psychic, especially for a powerful being like Slok, the pressure on the mind is unimaginable.

Take the psychic fluctuations emitted from Slok just now. If an ordinary psychic were in such a situation, he would probably either self-destruct and die on the spot, or be targeted by the demons lurking nearby and possessed by them. There would be no possibility of survival.

Fortunately, the Eldar race to which Slok belonged were born with unparalleled psychic talents. It was precisely because of this unique advantage that she was able to escape from such a dangerous situation and survive safely.

Despite being extremely weak, Slok still forced himself to open his eyes and looked at Gultaig beside him with exhausted eyes, "Gultaig, give the order immediately... retreat!"

Hearing this, Gultaige couldn't help but look puzzled. He looked at Slok with a puzzled look, "Master Prophet Slok, we are here on the important mission of investigating the situation.

Now that we haven't completed our mission and have been attacked by these damned humans, is it inappropriate to retreat in such a hurry?"

For the Eldar, who always think highly of themselves and look down on everyone, fleeing like a stray dog ​​after being attacked by a mere human is an act that is a disgrace to the prestige and reputation of their entire tribe!

This is totally inconsistent with the Eldar's usual style of being decisive and arrogant.

The Eldar have always prided themselves on their powerful strength and indomitable spirit. How could they tolerate themselves fleeing the battlefield in such a disgrace?

Unless they can regain the dignity and glory they once lost from the Star Navy Fleet, these arrogant Aida elves will never give up, let alone turn around and leave easily, especially now that they have lost a Nightshade-class frigate.

Slok's eyes, which had once been bright and lively, had become dull, and she stared blankly at Gultaig beside her. As an experienced and wise man, Slok naturally knew what Gultaig was thinking.

"We can't linger any longer. Every second we stay, the danger we face increases exponentially."

Hearing Slok's serious and unquestionable words, Gultag's face instantly darkened and a heavy pressure surged in his heart.

"Lord Prophet Slok, have you detected something unusual through your foresight? Why are you so eager for us to evacuate immediately?"

Facing Gultaig’s questioning, Slok shook his head helplessly, “Unfortunately, I didn’t foresee any specific information or images this time.

However, with years of experience and a strong intuition deep in my heart, I know that if we don't take decisive action and leave this system as soon as possible, then what awaits us is likely to be a tragic end of annihilation and death."

After listening to Slok's explanation, Gultag's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, as if he could not accept the cruel reality before him.

He stared at Slok blankly, muttering to himself: "How could it turn out like this..." The powerful prophet was unable to predict any useful information. No matter how you looked at it, this was a fantasy.

Slok's eyes, as calm and deep as lake water, were now flashing with a gentle light as she stared at Gultai quietly.

"Don't be confused by this. Prophecy isn't a panacea. Since my prediction of the future has failed, this result itself is the most crucial and valuable information for us."

Hearing this, Gultag couldn't help but let out a doubtful sound: "Hmm?" Alecto on the side also looked confused, and both of them cast doubtful glances at Slok.

The two of them knew little about this mysterious ability to predict the future. Ever since the Eldar suffered a devastating blow from Slaanesh, many of them had abandoned the path of using psychic powers and turned to the path of warriors.

As a result, this race, once renowned for its powerful psychic abilities, underwent many changes. More and more of them resolutely chose to become fearless warriors, determined to cultivate the pinnacle of skills in close combat.

With the Eldar's innate longevity, they are able to persevere and pursue their chosen path unremittingly until they reach the pinnacle. This unique advantage is beyond the reach of most other races.

Slok slightly adjusted his sitting posture on the chair and swayed his body gently, as if this would make him more comfortable.

After finding a satisfactory sitting position, she turned her gaze to the two people in front of her who were full of suspicion. "Although my prediction of the future was unsuccessful this time, it does not mean that we are in a hopeless situation.

However, the oppression and uneasiness deep in his heart became stronger and stronger, proving that the fleet in front of him was not the main force of this group of people.

Now, several nearby star regions are no longer able to navigate the subspace. Since they cannot navigate the subspace, where does this danger come from? This is enough to prove that these humans in front of us are the target of our trip.

As long as we can think clearly about this, we will understand that the group of humans in front of us are our target. We are just a small fleet now and have no ability to fight against the strength of a larger human fleet.

Therefore, our most important task now is to leave this system and transmit the intelligence we have discovered back to the Craft World, so that the Great Prophets can decide what to do next."