The "broken wooden stick" in the Gray Prophet's hand emits some magical aura.
The engineer warlock turned around, looked at the blue light, and approached the prophet with an expression of feigned surprise, his tail swaying restlessly behind him.
"This is for your consideration, Prophet."
"If the Supreme Council knew, you had designed this trap to eliminate Nagash."
"Now that the horned rat cannot appear in the world in its avatar, you know what our people will do."
"Just like, I know what my people will do if you announce that I am a heretic."
The Gray Prophet was silent for a long time before he spoke.
"A thousand kilometers?"
The engineering warlock nodded at the demon's corpse.
"A thousand kilometers."
"That will mean that I can hardly interfere with the human things that will appear in the north, west, and east of Skaven Mordor in the future. It will be a blow to me."
"If you continue to expand my restricted scope, we will have nothing to talk about."
As he spoke, the demon's body followed the link of chaotic energy and quickly turned into red smoke and blood-colored liquid, rushing toward the Hell Blade, and the black blade ignited flames.
As the flame burns, the red color of these new components gradually fades away, and finally they become the same as they were at the beginning.
A piece of rat skin paper printed with green runes was thrown in front of the engineering warlock, and the fire paint on it exuded the smell of warpstone.
"This is a letter of authorization from Lord Seer, acknowledging your clan's marginal authority."
Without opening the rolled-up document, the engineer warlock put it into the undamaged bag on his robe, but his voice was still questioning.
"You are not Lord Prophet, this document."
"It will be true."
Eski nodded slightly and backed away slowly.
He had never imagined that Quickwall's status within the Prophet clan would be so high.
Although we know that he was once a member of the Council of Thirteen, the Prophet clan does not only have the first seat in the Council of Thirteen. For example, the Skry clan has two seats.
Being able to get the Prophet Lord to acknowledge an unsigned document, this...
All the words came to my lips and finally turned into one sentence.
"Thank you for your help, Prophet Quickwall."
The engineer warlock lowered his head.
"Everything is for the disaster that cuts off the kingdom of the dead. We must get rid of him, otherwise he will swallow the whole world."
The Gray Prophet emphasized again, with a hint of anger in his voice.
"I know better than you. I have seen the future. What I know better is that he is still many years away from being finished. You should still worry about whether the violent magic fluctuation just now attracted the attention of that disaster."<
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Eski bowed again and disappeared in place with a burst of green smoke.
The teleportation immediately brought the engineer to an underground passage that would not be affected by magic bombardment.
In this narrow environment, the weapon in his hand, which was forty centimeters taller than his height, immediately became an obstacle.
Fortunately, none of the materials that make up the rock wall can prevent the engineering warlock from moving it at will, which reduces the inconvenience by one level.
The mana pool in the body has not decreased much. The engineer warlock was surprised to find that carrying the Hell Blade does not seem to consume much additional mana, and the weight of the Hell Blade does not appear to be that heavy in front of the body strengthened by the gods.
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However, this thing still cannot leave the body of the Warlock Engineer, until the Warlock Engineer finds a way to solve the soul problem.
Solve the problem of the soul...
The engineer warlock noticed the panel again...
It was this thing that reminded him how to solve the problem of soul pain, how all this development... felt...
Could it be that this time he will fight with the devil, will be injured, will have his soul traumatized, and will find a way to solve it, is it all planned?
The engineer warlock thought about the demon that came to him when he sailed the ship, and he didn't need him to take refuge at all?
Tzeentch's nine books indeed record ways to solve soul problems, but...
For everything now, we cannot rely on Tzeentch's things. The method of solving the soul cannot be used in that book.
But... could all of this have been planned by Tzeentch?
When he looks for other methods, will there be other tricks waiting for him?
Or...
At least you can't go to places that are obviously traps, so the engineer warlock made a decision.
Looking at the black machete in his hand, Eski had to admit that the devil's master, the one on the throne, was indeed right. All the tricks were ineffective in the face of absolute power.
If there is a conspiracy ahead, cut off the heads of those involved in the conspiracy, and there will be no more conspiracy.
Eski smiled at the machete. This thing was much better than what Tzeentch gave him. It had no magical energy or the will of the gods.
The tingling feeling actually made my mind clearer.
Intelligence cannot use the panel to search memories, only the intelligence network, or the remaining vague impressions.
Closing his eyes, Eski tried to recall the somewhat faded memory...
I have only been in this world for the past four years. Come to think of it...
The nine books of Nagash...Arkhan and Neferata, yes, these two seem to have an affair after Nagash. The nine books of Nagash must be with Arkhan.< /p>
Neferata, she is in Lahmia in Nehekhara.
Across the bay south of Broken Peak Mountain, the northeast corner of the coast is where the city is.
Not having a boat is not a problem at all. The underground network is deeper than the seabed. Unless it is land that is completely floating on the water or even in the air, there is no place in this world that rats cannot reach.
The former is represented by the elf Ulthuan, and the latter is represented by the black pyramid after Nagash's resurrection.
It’s just a Lahmia, getting there is easy.
However, it is 1,200 kilometers away from the Nagashzar battlefield, even in a straight line. It is simply unrealistic to lead troops to attack such a distant target.
Especially since there is no rat-man dungeon in that damn place yet, and the supply bases along the way are very few after less than 100 kilometers across the sea.
And if you lead a small number of elites to attack, you need to worry about your factories and troops mutiny, and in the end the wealth you finally saved - even though some of it was given by Slaanesh's gadgets - will become the property of others.
To successfully achieve your goals, greater power and less responsibility may be the solution?