"Shut up, you are saying this in front of a devout believer of the Horned Supreme!"
The rat-headed Slaanesh demon approached him, its soft long tongue retracted from the air, and Slaanesh's wrinkled nose was full of impatience.
"Don't get me wrong, you are not that important, Questelta."
With that said, he pushed the great engineering warlock and his servants out of the cafeteria.
"I'm leaving. I will report everything to the Chief Engineer Warlock. Maybe I will use the remote caller to report everything tonight."
The embarrassed great engineering warlock bared his white fangs and tried to threaten. Perhaps considering how weak his current strength was, his legs were trembling constantly.
Bisis flicked his tail, and the purple spiked tail whip hit the great engineering warlock, whipping him further.
"It's up to you, Great Engineer Warlock, I said, you are not that important."
With that said, Bisis sat down on the rat body chair that had been prepared and continued to develop the next slave rat without looking at Questelta again.
Different from the atmosphere here, Esky is busy restoring the production line amid the stronger Slaanesh corrosion.
Slaanesh sent a large number of Daemon Engines, which gave Esky a stable power source fueled by soul pain.
By relying on these power sources to develop generators and drive Skaven's characteristic motors, we can get an electrified production line that is far more advanced than in the past.
It's just that Esky is not proficient in all subjects, and the generator on the Demon Engine is too inefficient, so that this electrified production line cannot give him even the production capacity of the nineteenth century.
At the same time, workers had to work in the corrosive environment of Slaanesh, which further reduced the production capacity of the Skryre clan factory.
"Standard weapons must be changed. Halberd weapons can only enhance the chisel and drag capabilities, and are only suitable for units with weak combat capabilities. For the enhanced rune black bones, they should be changed to ax guns."
Esky muttered to himself while working on a new design drawing at his desk.
The very serious problem at present is that judging from the frontline combat situations reported by various units, the effectiveness of the halberd is no longer as effective as the homemade mace that the soldiers are trying to make.
Even mining picks, shovels and the like are more effective than halberds.
As a low-threshold weapon, the ax gun is much more durable than the halberd, and it can also be used as a blunt weapon.
Speaking of which, just from the memory that the executioner of Harganxi also used a similar weapon, I should have thought that this kind of weapon is quite useful in this world.
"It's hard to say. Storm rats may not be able to adapt to this kind of weapon, and for their bodies that have been strengthened by divine power, they should use war hammers."
Esky thought to himself and designed the warhammer on another drawing.
The drawings were constantly improving, and the representation of those black bones and skeletons appeared in Esky's mind, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the bones of Nagash are not wearing plate armor, but only scale armor. The dome armor structure cannot resist blunt weapons, otherwise firearms must be popularized.
With the help of magic vision, and based on the general clan rats and his own body structure, Esky completed the design of the counterweight, length and shape within an hour.
He raised his hand to put the stack of drawings aside and took out a new piece of rat skin paper.
In addition to the problems with long weapons, short weapons also have big problems. Facts have proved that swords are also not effective on skeletons.
More powerful bludgeoning weapons are still needed to deal with those strengthened skeletons.
"The sword and shield soldier was changed to an ax shield soldier, and the shield was improved to be fixed on the left arm."
As he spoke, Eski's scattered thoughts began to turn into words that even the Slaanesh believers on the side could not quite hear clearly.
In the increasingly strong aura of corruption, maybe this guy's degree of corruption has deepened?
The followers of Slaanesh thought, kept silent, and continued to work lazily on their hands. Only a few of them worked very hard, and seemed to regard suffering as a kind of happiness.
A few hours later, a large stack of blueprints was piled on Ikrit's wine table in the Rikek clan's camp.
"If we speed up production, we can redress the first batch of troops within five days."
"I think weapons such as two-handed swords can be temporarily stored in the future until we need to fight against living things."
While drinking, Eski introduced it to Ikrit.
But Ikrit didn't seem to care much.
"The improvement and production of weapons is still secondary. You have to solve the problem of materials yourself."
As he spoke, a large number of applications for supplies were handed to Eski.
These things show that the underground fortress is quite lacking in wood.
The current damage rate of weapons on the front line has exceeded past expectations, and a large number of halberds have been cut off by the power of skeletons. This was something that was never considered in the past.
On the battlefield, unless the opponent is given the opportunity to chop down the halberd pole with all his strength, it is difficult to cut off the halberd pole made of wood, but this does happen.
This makes the Skaven's current wood supply even worse.
The hundreds of kilometers around the underground fortress, including Side 1 of Eski, do not produce high-quality wood, at best there are only some shrubs.
High-quality wood has to be collected and transported by the Slippery Clan from different strongholds in the east and west.
"In the past, I would have made a wood press and used hay and shrubs to make barely usable wood, but now, I don't have to worry so much."
Looking at Eski's expression, Ikrit curled up his nose and put on a suspicious look.
"So it has something to do with your factory? That pink mist? What's going on? I remember the Gray Prophet said last time that it was heresy."
The engineering warlock waved his paws indifferently.
"That is the corruption of the devil, but I need the materials and equipment provided by the devil to maintain frontline production. Isolating that area is enough."
As he spoke, Eski raised his two paws, and three different marks were clearly visible.
"This is the heretical mark of that devil, but the mark of the Big Horned Rat has not disappeared at the same time. This proves that the Big Horned Rat wants to see my performance on the stage."
Seeing that Ikrit was speechless for a long time with his mouth wide open, Eski placed his wine glass on the table.
"Never mind that, what are the battle losses on the front line?"
"Less than a thousand clan rats are lost every day, but these are all blessed by divine power. I have to transfer the inferior soldiers from the scattered small strongholds. The loss in recent days has even been close to two
Thousands."
Ikrit filled himself a glass of wine.
"If there are casualties like this every day, I think our casualties this year will really reach hundreds of thousands or even millions."
Although the absolute number on the front line is only tens of thousands, with thousands of casualties every day, as well as subsequent continuous replenishment and continued consumption, it is indeed not impossible for casualties to reach hundreds of thousands.
"If it becomes like that, the parliament will never allow it to continue to be consumed. Even now, the parliament is putting pressure on me."
Ikrit sighed and said again.
"I had to send a large amount of warpstone to the big city to hire speakers and lobby for us in the parliament, so that the assistance could continue."
Esky shook his head, waved a piece of good news in front of Ikrit's eyes, and said.
"The report said that Nagash's structures have suffered a lot of wear and tear. I don't believe that his offensive will continue forever."
"Even if he acquires god-like magical abilities, he still needs to rest. Apart from chaos, there will never be a perpetual motion machine in this world."
However, this is not necessarily true, and Esky is not sure.
Speaking of Dacheng, he suddenly thought of a person, their acquaintance in Dacheng, Wersky.
"What did Wilsky say?"
Ikrit wrinkled his pink nose.
"I haven't heard from him for a long time."
Blue light appeared in Eski's eyes, and after a while, he said.
"Then he might stab us in the big city. I have only been here for a few months and I feel like I am in prison. He might think so too."
"So, your orator, it's best to tie us up with Versky."
Esky tapped his paw on the table and then took it back.
He knew that the logic of his statement was not perfect, and the evidence that Wilsky could stab him was actually the history retrieved in his mind.
Fortunately, Ikrit didn't suspect anything and just nodded.
"You're right, when the stickman monster's offensive stops, I'll go there myself."
A burst of rapid footsteps suddenly passed back and forth between the camps. The messengers made several large circles in a maze-like arrangement before finally arriving in front of Ikrit.
Before he could calm down his breath, the ordering soldier gasped.
"Report! A large number of skeletons have appeared in an abandoned killing cave in front of the fourth mining area and need to be cleaned."
"Ask the Gray Seers to clean up immediately."
With that said, another messenger who was waiting outside the tent immediately ran away.
Eski frowned and said nothing. Judging from the current situation, he and the underground disaster lord cannot take action, otherwise Nagash may not be able to sit still.
Perhaps it was because of this that Nagash relied on conventional military power to launch uninterrupted attacks.
Thinking of those densely packed black-bone skeletons that were not moldy, agile and powerful, Eski spat.
"Added together the large and small passages, the maximum enemy contact area on the front line is less than 300 people. As long as my individual flamethrowers are produced, these skeletons will not be a problem at all."
"Although the machines, materials, and even labor are sufficient, the parts process of this thing is still a bit more complicated than previous products. It will take me at least about two or three months."
"But in order to make the parliament look better, during these few months, I think we still need some temporary measures, such as setting fires."
Esky said seriously.
"You mean the oil tank?"
Ikrit put a grape into his mouth and shook his fingers.
"It can't be done."
"We have been short of oil for a long time since the last fire burned the top of the mountain, and there are no conditions for producing rat oil."
Thinking of the scarce oil, Esky grabbed the white hair on his head and complained.
"The big city is rich, but unless there are ready-made railways and warpstone trains, it will be difficult to send them here."
"It is unrealistic to harvest whale oil or oil from other marine animals at sea. It is also difficult to ask Western military ports for green oil."
"You can only ask the devil for it."
As he spoke, Esky touched the mark on his paw.
This move made Ikrit's eyelids twitch. Is it the devil again, the master of the pink mist?
"You are still really... free and easy."
Ikrit swallowed and said.
He felt that Eski was no longer afraid of the Gray Prophet declaring him a heretic. But there were two envoys of the Horned Rat sitting in the city, so he was really not afraid?
Before he could think about it further, even more shocking words slipped out of Eski's mouth.
"It's better to just bring him here and ask."
Saying that, Eski raised his paw, and Slaanesh's runes lit up.
"Don't! I don't want to be corrupted!"
But before he could continue to refuse, pink smoke appeared in the tent, and a purple figure with a rat head, perfect curves, and smooth skin appeared in front of their eyes.
"Hi~"
Esky pointed to Bisis and introduced.
"My former clerk, now the devil."
Looking at Eski's familiar eyes, Bisis exhaled, filling the air with a rich aroma.
He knew that the engineering warlock was short of something again.
"What do you want again?"
"How about getting me some gasoline?"
"What is gasoline?"
Bisis frowned, stuck out his tongue and licked the air before saying.
"Oh, how many barrels of that thing do you want?"
"First come three to five hundred barrels, and these."
Eski handed a quickly written list to Bisis. It was a mixture of materials that Bisis could not understand and materials that Bisis could understand - polystyrene powder, aluminum powder, yellow phosphorus.
, sucrose, tape, cloth.
He knows without even thinking that there are a lot of things that the underground fortress cannot produce at this stage.
Thinking of this, Bisis raised his head and glanced at his former master sadly.
The corners of the engineering warlock's mouth twitched and the hair on his back stood up, and he barely suppressed the disgust in his heart.
"Don't look at me like that. If you weren't your master, you wouldn't have been given weapons in large quantities. I'm going to ask for napalm. Just tell me whether to give it to you or not."
Hearing this, Bisis put on a business-like smile.
"Of course I'll give it to you."
Esky turned to Ikrit and shrugged.
"Okay, I have the fuel tank you want, and it's an enhanced version."
Before Ikrit could reply, another roll of rat-skin paper was placed in front of him.
"The next thing is the issue of organization. I came up with the plan urgently in the past three days."
Ikrit opened this thing with a headache. This is not even a plan. It just briefly writes some concepts of command structure under the title 13*13*13*13*13.
But in front of him, Eski was still talking with joy.
"On the current battlefield, I can clearly feel the preciousness of divine blessing."
"If it weren't for the divine blessing from the front line, those clan rats that have a chance of retreating in a battle would not be able to fight against the strengthened undead troops.
"All company, battalion and brigade-level units are reorganized into every 13 combat squads as a squadron, every 13 combat squadrons as a brigade, every 13 brigade as a battle group, and every 13 battle groups as a battle court." p>
"This will ensure that the great horned rat's divine power is always on top of our army formation. We need divine power at the moment, otherwise those guys will retreat soon."
"Drink, drink."
Ikrit pinched his nose and poured a glass of wine for Eski.
"The brigade level you mentioned is only two that can be produced by my clan and the Moss clan. The battle group level can't gather the strength at all, and the battle court doesn't even have to think about it."
"Moreover, the establishment is too large, and it is not worth reducing the efficiency of ordering for so many divine blessings."
"What about adding some auxiliary command structures? For example, we follow the example of the Moss clan in establishing a staff system to assist the chief officer in commanding."
"The Moss clan does not use such a large establishment."
"How about multiple configurations of messengers?"
"It's useless. At least three more command adjutants must be established to assume the current battalion-level command responsibilities."
"That means there is no adaptation."
Seeing that Eski was going to stop talking about the topic, Iklit's tail twitched hard on the floor, and sparks hit the ground. Even Bisis was startled.
"Yes, there is no need to change it. The existing system's divine blessing is enough. This is really the most thoughtful thing you have said in the past few minutes."
"Sir, Horned Rat, this is not your expertise, so you'd better not spend any energy on it."
With that said, he poured Eski another glass of wine.
"Drink, drink, drink."
However, holding the wine glasses, the two rats looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while, until the arrival of the messenger broke the awkward atmosphere.
"On the ground! There's a big movement on the ground! There's a fight in the north!"