Wosolun put away the needle-like teeth that were always exposed.
"You know better than you think. The books of the gods have already recorded the fact that you must be born."
Esky's claws pointed at the vampire's dry skin, and the green electric light flickered slightly, saying.
"Now, lead the way for me."
"Okay, okay, Rat Monster Engineer Warlock."
Wosolun brushed his withered fingers over his gray-white lips and stretched out his hand to signal the engineering warlock to follow him.
After dozens of minutes of journey, the engineering warlock was led away from the city of Lahmia.
A bush unique to Nehekhara appeared in front of Eski's eyes. This is already the northwest suburb of Lahmia, and you can see this kind of bush from time to time.
Next to Eski is the Daming River, the mother river of this city and the entire Nehekhara.
In the turbid water at the bottom of the river, which is almost invisible, there are lotus flowers growing, part of which has blue fluorescence, illuminating the faces of the vampire and Eski at the same time.
Looking at the increasingly remote environment and the increasingly active wind of magic, the engineering warlock quietly penetrated the wind of life wrapped around his lower limbs into the weed-covered ground, connecting the life in this area to him.<
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The vampire suddenly stopped, and the speed at which the engineer warlock transported the wind of life underground became faster.
While silently commanding the magical wind like a clear spring, Esky's will became like ice spikes, filled with chill and hostility, eroding away in the direction of the vampire.
"It's already dark, and your vampire movements are no longer restricted by sunlight. So, are you delaying it until now on purpose?"
The engineering warlock looked at the vampire with his back turned to him and asked.
"As for this so-called reading room, are you also lying to me?"
Wosolun once said before that magic cannot be used freely in Neferata's reading room, but here, the wind of magic is already active enough to be seen with the eyes of a mage.
Especially the wind of death, which is usually invisible, shines with purple brilliance in this dark mud.
Moreover, this place is already infinitely close to the battlefield where he fought during the day, the Blood Temple belonging to Neferata.
The vampire laughed. He turned his head, exposing his needle-like teeth for about half the length of his pinky nail, and said with a smile.
"Of course not. A fool like you, why do you need to lie?"
To actually tell a spellcaster like him the books of the gods and the like like this, he really couldn't find anything so stupid. Out of a good mood to find the next direction for seeking knowledge, the old vampire continued to speak loudly.
"This is where Nagash's legacy is stored. In the small room next to the mud, there is a downward partition. Walk about four hundred steps inside and you can enter the old palace in the Blood Temple.
District."
"Turn left and walk about three hundred steps, and you can see what you want."
As he spoke, the old vampire pointed to a small house next to him that seemed to be no one wanted.
The engineering warlock's eyes turned blue-purple, and he glanced downwards. Sure enough, as the old vampire said, nothing could be seen down there. It was repelling the wind of magic...
"However, I didn't say that I would open it for you. Speaking of which, I haven't refuted your words since just now. Can you guess why?"
As he spoke, the old vampire's needle-like teeth were exposed. On the white fangs with traces of maintenance, there was a hint of purple-black light. On Wosolun's withered hands, a figure suddenly appeared.
A pile of shimmering purple stones.
"It takes an ordinary wizard ten hours to make a complete path stone, but for me, it only takes three hours."
"And for such small defective products, it only takes me half an hour to make a lot of them."
"They cannot sustain a long-term ritual magic. But one-time use is enough."
The small broken path stones exude the purple light of the wind of death, floating in the air, forming arcane nodes one after another.
The speed of node construction of ritual magic is even much faster than the dimensional lightning of the engineer warlock.
Electric light condensed in Esky's hand, and at the first moment when the spell node was completely constructed, the dimensional lightning gathered into a small ball of plasma and shot towards the three arcane nodes on Wosolun's chest.
The high temperature in the green plasma, which was enough to instantly evaporate the metal, only caused the purple energy wrapped in the incomplete path stones to stir for a while, and then fell into silence.
Eski gritted his teeth and used Anoquayan to call out the wind of life, building a vine barrier in front of him. In such a short period of time, the gathered chaotic energy was simply not enough.
"You, who use such meager magic power, are challenging me, who has twenty times your magic power. Are you relying on this ability?"
Looking at the five-meter-high humanoid object flying in the air and gradually taking shape, Esky shouted in a low voice.
That thing was probably made of a corpse that the old vampire had hidden somewhere, soaked in the wind of death and Dahl's energy, plus a little bit of dark material.
The current weather, time and earth are most favorable to the wind of death.
The necromancy structures created at this time will also be the strongest batch.
As the engineering warlock continued to gather chaotic energy and the green light in his hand began to flash again, the thing had completely taken shape.
The next moment, there was an explosion in the air, and the undead structure flew towards the engineering warlock at a speed that a mortal could not react. The bone blade in his hand just shaved towards the engineering warlock's head.
With such a high attack speed, the engineering warlock only has time to construct a dimensional force field that requires almost no spell nodes, and hold the hell blade at his waist across his chest.
"The difficulty of this thing has exceeded the scope of ordinary spell casters. At least I can't add so many characteristics to a summoned object with only such a small amount of magic power."
"Hundreds of years of knowledge are indeed extraordinary. I really underestimate you."
Esky's face twitched as he spoke, using the Hell Blade in his hand to resist the high-speed attacks of the humanoid structure, and was constantly being knocked into the air by structures much larger than himself.
Coming to this world, getting in touch with magic, and receiving divine grace, all of this took less than four years in total.
My understanding of magic is still too shallow...
The magic in this world is not as simple as shooting back and forth.
The structure in front of him has been endowed with enhanced toughness, enhanced strength, enhanced hardness, high-speed movement, and flight. Among the remaining arcane nodes, there are at least three conceptual enhancements that he has not yet been able to discern. Esky was knocked out again, relying on the power of the dimensional force field to stabilize himself in the air - he did not know flying magic.
However, at this level, we can still deal with it.
The white-haired rat's right paw had a burnt smell, but the green electric light still became brighter and brighter.
As long as he can resist attacks with the Hell Blade, the chaotic energy used for dimensional lightning can continue to accumulate. As long as the energy is enough to destroy the two structures in the alley, he can increase the temperature of the plasma by dozens of times again.
times.
That kind of dimensional lightning is enough to blow up the thing in front of you.
"I'm not going to stand around and get beaten, you idiot."
The vampire cursed, although there was a high probability that the engineering warlock would not understand what he said - under the influence of the wind of death floating around the structure, all the black magic creations belonging to the white-haired rats had fallen to unknown places.
, they have no way to serve as translators.
In his hand, he continued to pull out a purple-black mist, and seven incomplete path stones were thrown into the air.
Three humanoid objects with a height of about 1.7 meters were constructed again. The rotten and dry face, coupled with the still-undried carrion, made people immediately recognize that they were zombies.
Watching the three structures taking shape, Wosolun took a few steps back, moving away from the summoned one.
Zombies.
Although I don’t know why, after years of experiments, this number of path stones always makes the summoned object have a strong plague attribute.
Flight, dark vision, great strength, rapid regeneration, tough protection
In addition to the corruption and plague attributes that they already carry, five characteristics have been added to the zombies, bringing the total to seven. In this way, their abilities will also be strengthened by this magical number, greatly improving their capabilities.
While Eski struggled to resist the structure in front of him, three zombies jumped up, screamed in the air, and flew towards Eski.
The yellow-green liquid exuded a foul smell dripped from the air and fell to the ground, immediately stirring up a strange moss on the ground, exuding a strong breath of life.
In response, Esky could only use his dimensional stance to hit his body, trying to push himself away from the battlefield.
However, the speed of these structures was far faster than he imagined.
His body hadn't even moved in the air, and the rotting corpse with a soft and rashy tongue had already flown in front of him.
Since the Hellblade needed to resist the attack from the giant undead structure in the air and could not be deployed, Eski could only use his left paw to hold the zombie's tongue from a dimensional position and pull it outwards.
.
The rotten pieces of meat were immediately pulled out, and the rich and weird wind of life quickly eroded the fur under the dimensional stance, causing a ripple back and forth on Esky's claws...
Fortunately, he can still resist this kind of erosion.
"Old guy, you're so dirty."
The last few seeds were protected by the dimensional force field. The flaxseeds held in Esky's ears made a violent buzzing sound.
"Do you know what kind of power you are borrowing? Do you want all the humans in Nehekhara to look like this?"
Esky cursed angrily.
This strange vitality is obviously the power of Nurgle, the god whose number is seven and who is revered as the loving father.
If Nurgle is allowed to corrode the land here, within a month, the humans here will turn into a mass of inhuman monsters due to contact with the plants that Nurgle has corroded.
Due to Nurgle's role as the God of Life, the spread of this corruption is directly dependent on the wind of life, and even any form of life.
Even the Skaven can't think of a good way to isolate corrosion, let alone the mortals of Nehekhara!
Is this damn vampire really crazy?
While blocking the zombie attack, the lightning in Eski's hand turned towards the green flame.
The engineering warlock lowered his head and looked at the painful pink claw. The burnt black color on it became thicker. If the wind of life hadn't continued to repair the burn, this claw would have been unable to be used.
However, at least we cannot let Nurgle's corrosion turn this place into a dead zone! Otherwise, this place will also become a place like the Chaos Wasteland.
"He may not know, but we will take care of it."
A burst of ethereal barbarian language drifted towards Esky's ears, and it had the flavor of those Malaka believers.
Eski turned his head, and it turned out to be Neferata and her prince, slowly falling from the sky on a huge undead bird.
On top of the undead bird, a middle-aged bald man wearing a scholar's robe lowered his head and did not let his eyes meet the engineering warlock.
However, the strong smell of death on the body still made the engineering warlock recognize it as the smell of a vampire.
"Neferita, you are all here. Is this the old guy reporting the letter?"
The woman with snow-white skin had a twisted look of anger on her face. She didn't answer the engineer warlock's question, but just cursed.
"You damn mouse, do you know how much trouble you caused me today? All my hundreds of years of hard work have been almost completely destroyed by you."
Eski's eyes turned green, and while resisting the attack of the construct, the black linseeds in his ears dropped.
Pass the translated voice to the prince next to Neferata.
"Arcadiza, aren't you going to deal with this vampire? She has been trying to support her own puppet, you, since you were a baby."
"Why are you all here to block me?"
With that said, the green energy in the hands of the engineering warlock was released into the air. Relying on the Skaven's connection with the gods, the channel with the Chaos Demon Realm was opened, and a divine power belonging to the gods was released between the structures. Dimensional wind howls!
The green wind formed a tornado, confining the structures in the middle. Taking advantage of the opportunity when they were controlled, the purple lightning soaked in the magic power of the horned rat struck down on the head, sparking a ball of purple sparks on the ground.<
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Only then did the engineering warlock have the opportunity to observe Alkadiza carefully. Originally, he suspected that Neferata had already taken care of the prince, and what he saw in front of him was just a puppet.
But the wise light in the dark eyes made him immediately understand that the prince followed Neferata voluntarily and came here while he was conscious.
"I never expected that our prince and the evil vampire could actually make peace."
The purple lotus is suspended in front of Alkadiza's shiny dark chest, which is full of Neferata's bloody essence.
Looking at the mouse who kept making sarcastic remarks to him, the prince's dark eyes were filled with indifference.