Chapter 101 Returning to the Underground Fortress (2)
"I thought the Gray Prophet had killed you."
Esky chanted a spell in a weak voice, quietly released a dimensional position in front of himself, and then approached the strong purple muscle.
"You look like a Chaos Egg..."
Just as he was talking, the engineering warlock noticed what was happening in his factory, and Esky immediately felt a surge of blood rushing to his head.
"Go to hell!"
Esky's sharp claws were filled with green magic and penetrated into the heart of the purple meat mass. With his right claw, he threw the two-meter-high meat mass to the side and embedded it entirely into the wall.
"You bitch, give me back my human slave!"
In the cage behind the former clerk, the human slaves imprisoned by Eski's men were covered with tattoos and even marks left with blades and irons.
Some Skaven workers who had begun to smell like female rats were strung together with spikes made of bones, and their faces showed the same happy expression as the clerk.
"Dear master, your pain is so delicious."
The piece of flesh embedded in the wall usually bleeds purple-red blood while "flattering" its master.
Eski's eyes were immediately dyed green, and a green magical aura appeared on his claws.
The flames generated by the warpstone can definitely burn this "meat" until only ashes remain.
"Don't, don't do it!"
As he spoke, the scribe uttered some dirty words that an engineering warlock had never heard before, and he could almost feel his will wavering slightly.
A group of worker rats whose bodies had not mutated yet carried a crystal-clear and exquisite box with bright purple light, walked to a position about ten meters away from the engineering warlock, opened it, and immediately retreated.
The green light almost suppressed the purple light, and Eski's breathing could not help but become a little faster. It was all filled with dimensional stones.
"This is just part of it. Someone asked me to send a big gift, dimensional coins, one hundred kilograms of gold, one ton of silver, and 30 tons of various metal materials, including those that you can't mine now."
So much? In the slightly confused eyes of the engineering warlock, another box was lifted up, which contained a silver-white metal.
"Grimnir of the Dwarves."
The scribe embedded in the wall introduced.
This is the strongest metal currently available to the dwarves, and has the same name as the real-life Nordic god-king Odin.
The Corrupted Blade created by the Ratmen in the original history was made of a new alloy smelted by mixing this material with warpstone.
The engineer warlock had to admit that he was excited. In theory, with these things, he could now create a legendary weapon that was not much weaker than the Corrupted Blade.
"These things come from the outermost ring?"
The engineering warlock's voice trembled and he opened his mouth. In the end, he did not dare to directly say the name "Ring of Greed" in the real world.
"I dare not touch these things."
Resisting the desire for the scribe to show him more information, the engineer warlock used the chaotic magic power belonging to the horned rat to move his death and will slightly closer to the direction of the horned rat.
Although, all this made him feel humiliated.
"If I break into the Chaos Demon Realm and I have to capture him, I believe he will give me some benefits, but you, your identity, may not be enough."
The green light in the engineering warlock's eyes was tinged with blue light. Under the deep magic vision, except for the boxes containing things, these metals and coins did not have any magic power, but he still went on.
"There is a high probability that there is His corruption in it, but if you want to corrupt me, it would be better to give me a demon attendant who is proficient in 6666 ways of indulgence. At least, it can become what I want most at any time."
Compared to talking to a purple ball of flesh, an engineer warlock is still more accepting of talking to a Slaanesh demon. Demons are essentially spiritual projections, and what appears in his eyes must be the most beautiful one according to current aesthetics.
"Really?"
The clerk asked with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
The next second, a ball of ghost flames with the unique stench of Skaven spells was thrown on the scribe's still bleeding wound.
In the factory, a strange aroma of barbecue immediately wafted out, a smell that Esky had never smelled before.
Immediately using a spell to block his sense of smell, Esky approached the clerk, pulled the clerk's body, which was mostly turned into flesh, out of the wall, and threw it to the gate of the factory.
"You'd better get out of here, taking your newly corrupted stuff with you.""
Esky's eyes glared viciously at the humans and Skaven whose bodies were covered with filthy chaos marks, and squeezed out a few drops of a metallic rust-like battle smell from his glands, trying to intimidate them.
However, the piece of meat spread on the ground did not want to give up. The forked purple tongue stuck out from his mouth, licked his own meat, and continued.
"If I leave, you will lose a large number of skilled workers, useful human slaves, as well as so much industrial raw materials, and money, my dear master. How much more time and opportunities will you lose?" The voice was still gentle, but Esky always felt that the secretary was threatening him.
Turning his eyes over there, the engineering warlock immediately put 20CN of chaotic magic into his hands.
The vision under the deep magic vision has begun to become different. A group of tongues that do not exist in reality are licking a group of blue-purple gas.
They were not the magical winds that could be seen everywhere, nor were they primitive magical energy. After careful observation, Eski suddenly discovered that this thing seemed to have some connection with him.
"What are you doing to my soul?!"
A dimensional lightning full of magical power shot out from Eski's hand, turning the scribe's fleshy paste into a beautiful brown color on the surface.
It must have emitted a more alluring aroma than before, but Eski had closed his sense of smell and couldn't smell it for the time being.
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"I'm enjoying your hesitation, Master."
The scribe stretched out another tongue that did not exist in this world, licking other things in the air, and then, he said.
"It's a pity that you don't have love, otherwise your sadness would be quite delicious."
The thing was obviously licking things related to the soul from afar, but Eski had no idea how to stop it.
"You are thinking about your white-haired female rat."
The rat head on the purple flesh sniffed the thing he was licking in the air with its moist pink nose, which had much more wrinkles than other rat men.
"The taste of desire."
The pink mouse eyes suddenly opened wide.
"It's not lust (blessed by Slaanesh)."
The former scribe continued to utter comments that made the engineering warlock's blood pressure soar. The next moment, with the incantation recited at high speed, a violent wind blade appeared out of thin air from the ground, piercing and cutting, making this sturdy piece of purple material...
The meat mainly composed of muscles floats in the air.
The clerk continued to speak as if he felt no pain at all.
"This is the desire for power. Is that female rat related to your power?"
"Mobrier, you are looking for death!"
The engineer warlock praised the name of the horned rat, and 300CN of dimensional energy was injected into his throat. As long as the spell is activated, the invisible rat belonging to the horned rat will eat everything in front of him until nothing is left.
But all the attacks disappeared completely in the next moment.
Esky stepped back in surprise, immediately dispersed the temporary mana pool in his throat, opened his mouth, and a large ball of pink mana flowed out of his throat.
You can actually assimilate the magic power of the horned rat?! Is that outrageous?
The clerk continued to float in the air.
Eski looked closely and realized that six tentacles had grown out of nowhere, fixing the scribe's body in the air.
A tentacle brought the burnt brown meat roasted by dimensional lightning on the ground into the mouth of the rat on the meat. The spikes on the tentacles split the already forked tongue, and the purple blood mixed with the roasted meat.
His own meat was mixed with it and was swallowed by the clerk.
Seemingly enjoying such delicious food, the scribe thought about it for a long time, then tilted his head, stared lazily into the eyes of the engineering warlock, and said.
"I forgot to tell you that I now have a new name. Bisis. Lust (Blessed by Slaanesh) Sad."
The engineering warlock's eyes were full of coldness.
I wasted one-eighth of my mana and still couldn't kill the thing in front of me. On the contrary, I might have allowed Slaanesh to leave a secret hand in his body. No matter how I think about it, it's not worth the gain.
The next second, the engineering warlock seemed to be a different person, showing a gentle smile.
"Your appearance and the things in your body tell me that you are not a devil yet. Although you may have become a devil, I don't think you are yet."
"Changing your name to this would be regarded as overstepping your bounds. Or should I say, which great demon gave you this name? In other words, that god took a fancy to you and me."
With tentacles and pliers, the Clerk, or Bisith, lowered its head, exposed its neck, and performed a non-standard obedience ceremony for the rat people.
"His army will not arrive here. I just hope that you accept his gift."
"Really?"
The engineering warlock walked to those boxes and picked up a piece of silver-white metal. This is a metal that is lighter than steel. The armor of the Iron Breaker Warrior seems to be made of this metal.
No wonder it can be five times thicker than steel armor. Those dwarfs found a good material.
"I accept his gift, Grimnir, and I have no reason to refuse."
With that said, the engineering warlock picked up the dimension stone on the side again, and part of it dissipated little by little under the engineering warlock's will. Soon, about 1 gram disappeared.
The energy of 17CN is not much different. Under the magic vision, no excess energy is seen.
However, Slaanesh, or the Great Demon of Slaanesh, must have played tricks on these things. Where are they?
It can’t be something as obvious as a box.
Looking at those boxes, the engineering warlock wanted Bisis to take them away, but a new idea suddenly came to his mind.
"You can also keep these boxes. If you have nothing else to do, get out of my sight now."
The engineering warlock who wanted to understand immediately issued an eviction order.
Bisis used his tentacles to scoop up his own flesh residue from the ground, leaving the remaining corroded mortals behind, planning to leave immediately.
A bolt of dimensional lightning suddenly hit his body, causing a slight numbness that was not satisfying.
"Where are my things?"
The engineer warlock did not look into Bisis's eyes, but just used his tongue to comb his white hair.
"Everything is in its original position, intact."
As soon as he finished speaking, Esky waved his claws, and a group of rotating wind blades cut Bisis while leading Bisis out of the factory.
After sending Bisis away, the engineering warlock immediately returned to his room. The white-haired young female rat was imprisoned in a suspended iron cage, and the bottom was full of filthy green excrement.
The magic of the wind of life swept away all these things, and filled the female rat's belly with the feast of the earth. Then Esky went to lift a certain brick under the bed.
There was nothing unusual about the surveillance magic used to confirm whether someone had opened it, so the engineering warlock could confidently unlock the magic seal.
The nine volumes of Tzeentch are lying quietly inside.
What he experienced today has made Eski eager to start learning things related to the soul. Even if there is a trap of Tzeentch, Eski is not going to care about it.
As the words to understand the spell flashed before my eyes, time seemed to be accelerated.
There was a knock on the door and a commotion outside the house, and Eski realized that a considerable period of time had passed.
But such a long time just allowed him to roughly understand and experiment with some of the characteristics of the soul under second vision. The difference between a real spell and a raindrop is the difference between a raindrop and an ocean.
When he opened the door and saw a familiar black robe, Eski immediately knew that this was Esiliga's man.
Returning to the factory and his design desk, he found out that the person who appeared in the factory was the one who turned against him.
Eshiliga was covering his nose with a handkerchief with runes on it, leaning back, away from the weird fragrance here.
His intuition told him that these were not good things, and for the past fifty years, he had always trusted his intuition.
Seeing the appearance of the engineering warlock, his uneasiness finally found an outlet.
"What's going on here? There are things in the air that make me feel uncomfortable."
Unexpectedly, the engineering warlock just showed a standard Skaven fake smile and said to him.
"If you understand it, it will make you feel comfortable, not the other way around."
Eshiliga didn't like hearing these ambiguous words, so the defector directly pulled out the rune dagger from his waist, pointed it at the engineering warlock, and asked.
"These Skaven?!"
Obviously, he is not blind, and of course he has discovered that both the clan rats and the hairless monsters here have turned into twisted monsters.
"Corrupted by the Chaos Gods, I know. Skaven's Chaos resistance has always been higher, but that's it."