Eski looked along the bloodstains on the ground and saw that Mirza's thigh covered with brown hair showed a neat cross-section, and the bones, blood vessels and muscles were clearly displayed in the entire section.
If there wasn't a piece of skin and flesh still attached, Eski would have thought it was a sliced specimen.
Are the elves’ fighting skills so exaggerated?
Now it would be great if there were melee units entangled with these two. Eski looked privately and saw that no one could help, including the Stormvermin captain. His weapons had all been melted and forged into cannons.
If you don’t have weapons, you’ll have to use your lives. What’s wrong with letting a great engineer and warlock fall into this situation!
Thoughts unique to the Rat Man began to appear in his mind, but Eski also knew that these were just complaints from the incompetent.
Precisely because all rat people are very selfish, they will backstab when they can. In the same way, if they don't have to die, they will not die.
Withdrawing his gaze from examining Mirza's wounds, Eski chirped in a low voice.
"I don't have any healing potion, do you have it yourself?"
Mirza lowered his head and said.
"Medicines are useless for this kind of injury, kill her!"
Mirza picked up his legs, mobilized the chaotic energy in his body, and forced them to be completely connected together temporarily.
This is not a treatment, it’s just that the broken leg is not only connected by a piece of flesh.
Although she didn't understand what the two rat men were saying, the witch picked up her halberd and the manticore was ready to pounce again.
Dimensional stance!
A green film appeared on Eski's body.
The hair on the white-haired engineer warlock's body exploded, he raised his staff and rushed towards the witch.
The claws stepped on the deck, bringing up splashes of sea water. The white-haired engineering warlock didn't even care about the magic of avoiding dust on the soles of his feet, and the pink flesh pads were about to turn black.
The manticore immediately pounced over and said something.
"The good leather has been delivered to your door. I asked you, Uncle Ciokuil, to give you a blow."
As he spoke, he waved his cyan claws and scratched towards Eski's back.
The white-haired engineer warlock retreated fiercely. He did not dare to use his dimensional stance to resist the attack of this magical creature.
Twisting the staff, the halberd head at the top of the staff flashed with lightning. The chaotic energy of dimensional lightning can allow it to penetrate any mortal defense. The bonus of magic attack cannot be explained by simply adding a 5 in the game.
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The weapon has been strengthened, and the white-haired engineer warlock has slightly overcome his physical fear. Although he is already using his glands to emit the smell of fear, he still grits his teeth and rushes forward.
The sharp blade glowing green and covered with green lightning pointed straight at the manticore's chest.
No matter which part it uses to receive such an attack, the part in contact with the ground will be punctured and then corroded by your energy, causing the wound to rot.
Unless, it is a magic weapon.
A black shadow flashed across and hit Eski's path. The green-lighting blade was deflected, and the shadow struck towards Eski again.
Launching another rat slithering technique to allow himself to dodge the attack, Esky retreated to Mirza's side.
The white-haired engineer warlock stared at the shadow, or in other words, the tail of the manticore.
The seventeen segments are roughly the same size, about 5 centimeters, and the black scale segments are glowing with some brilliance. The hook-mounted stingers bifurcated at the tail seem to be different colors. Under the second sight, there is a subtle magical aura. Originally, I only knew that the manticore's tail was poisonous, but I didn't expect that its defensive ability was so powerful. If it didn't have magical defense ability, this tail would have been cut off.
A sudden chill hit the tip of his head, and Eskey instinctively retreated.
An ice pick hit Eski's head. The witch was pointing her staff at the white-haired engineering warlock's head, but she didn't expect that the spell stopped in the air.
It’s a dimensional stance!
Eski looked back and saw that the dimensional position he had released was just a showpiece and no longer had enough energy supply. It must have been released by Mirza.
The brown-haired engineer warlock lay on the ground, supporting his body with his left paw, and pointing his right paw here as a staff.
The witch obviously noticed this and rushed towards Mirza, seemingly trying to kill him using physical means.
Eski also noticed that the magical wind in the air became thinner. This was because the witch crushed and reorganized the eight winds and turned them into Dar.
At the same time, there was not much purple-black Dahl energy left in the witch's body, which meant that the witch, like him, fell into a state of insufficient mana.
That’s why you want to come over and solve it with melee combat?
Then...
"Kill!!!"
The white-haired engineer warlock suddenly sprinted forward and shouted sharply and loudly in Druzil.
When the last one started, Esky also released a scream technique on himself. In an instant, everything within a range of 300 meters was filled with a sound like tinnitus.
Both the witch and the manticore couldn't help but cover their ears.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eski's halberd stabbed the manticore that didn't react in time.
There was no stabbing, Ziokuil's huge leather wings flapped and lifted him into the air. He just couldn't aim at the engineering warlock with his tail, and he could still fly.
"Ah!!!"
Eski's voice continued, but Ciocuil realized that something seemed wrong. Why was this voice getting smaller and smaller?
It took a lot of time to flap his wings and turn his heavy body. By the time he turned to a position where he could see clearly, the white-haired mouse had already run to the stern deck.
"I didn't expect that, hahaha..."
The white-haired engineering warlock clenched his fists, opened his mouth and smiled.
"What's the use? Mouse, no matter how you run away, your skin will still be peeled off by the uncle."
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Ziokuil taunted and rushed towards the white mouse, his green claws and stingers moving at the same time. This time, he wanted to block the driver's mouse's escape path.
Use the stinger to fend off the weapon and kill the mouse with your claws, that's enough.
"Really? Look what this is."
The white-haired engineer warlock unfolded the object in his hand.
They were a dozen round things, coins, coins that emitted green light.
It seems to be a very dangerous thing. In this world, everything that shines is dangerous.
The green coins dissipated on the mouse's paws, no, more like melting into the mouse's body.
The white rat's staff pointed at him and produced a burst of green light.
Cartilage surgery!
Dimensional lightning!
For two consecutive spells, Eski provided the maximum amount of energy he could control. The power of the spell is the same as that of an airplane engine that makes a brick fly. What is needed is that the energy released is sufficient.
According to the principles of rat magic and dark magic, the amount of energy can be stacked unlimitedly.
The problem is simply that if the amount of energy exceeds the limit, the energy that can incubate life will produce unknown side effects on the caster.
The cartilage technique seemed to have worked. The manticore's wings softened, and its body tilted to the right and fell on the stairs in front of Eski. The steps on the stairs made a harsh friction sound. p>
The wings that were flapping just now were pressed under his body, but it seemed that his body was strong enough and there was no sign of breaking at all.
However, the lightning energy gathered in the sky would not be so polite to him.
This time, the dimensional lightning is not a version released with claws, but a combination of natural electric charge and magical energy.
Green electric light fell from the sky, and strong electric current impacted the manticore's body. The conflict between natural charges and chaotic energy caused the energy flowing through the manticore to explode violently.
The white-haired engineer warlock had dragged his lead box to the back before the lightning fell. When he raised his head, he could only see the green smoke that obscured the manticore's figure.
The smoke gradually dissipated, and the miserable marks on Ciocuil's body appeared before Eski's eyes.
Blue scales were scattered all over the ground, perhaps because the energy of the explosion just blew them away, and even the railings and decks of the ship were inlaid with them.
The explosion just now, thanks to them, changed from a high-explosive bomb to a fragmentation bomb.
However, these scales that were blown off and fell off are not the most serious thing on Ziokuil's body.
There were three severely sunken scorch marks on the left chest, left abdomen, and left leg. It couldn't even be considered sunken, but rather as if something had completely erased that piece of flesh, and the areas around the erased flesh were
Infected black.
Thanks to such a wound, Ziokuil did not leave much blood.
The green manticore turned into green and black, and he stared at Eski with his eyes widened, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out, his eyes full of fear and resentment.
His breathing became quite weak, and there was no trace of inflating in his abdomen.
Eski breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally going to die, this thing.
It seems that, unlike his owner, he cannot repair his injuries.
But, it’s very strange, what did his master do? Did he go to kill Mirza and he hasn’t been killed yet?
Now it’s time to kill him and finish him off.
Walking towards the railing, I saw Mirza jumping over while holding on to the side of the boat. He didn't mean to be in a fight at all.
Meanwhile, Mirza asked with a complicated expression.
"Eski, is that your clerk?"
His thumb pointed backwards.
Only then did Eski remember that before he fell into the water, he saw Mobrier behind the witch. When he came up just now, he saw nothing.
Looking in the direction of the witch, Mobrier didn't know when he jumped on the witch and grabbed the witch with his claws, tongue and tail on his back. Purple light appeared in his eyes.
"Hehehe~"
Originally, it was very inappropriate for Mobrier to have such a laugh.
But now Mobrier's whole body was filled with a strange pink light, his skin became as slippery as a loach, and his long tongue stuck out, like a small purple snake. This kind of laughter was disgusting but appropriate. Pink and purple runes began to appear on the witch's body. The witch slapped Mobrier's claws desperately, but could do nothing.
What kind of spell is this? I think I know it, or not?
Inexplicable thoughts popped up in my mind, and then I gave an inexplicable answer.
This is a spell that imprisons the soul.
Intuition... No, this is not just intuition, the idea in his mind also gave him something even more suspicious.
These are two spells, about the method of tampering with the soul's ownership midway, and the spell to imprison the soul that seems to be different from the one Mobrier is using.
However, it doesn’t matter so much.
Eski patted his head and looked at the transformation on the field.
The runes that should belong to Slaanesh have already covered the witch's upper body and are about to rush towards the witch's head.
Even if these things are sent by Tzeentch, the white-haired engineering warlock will not refuse them. He does not want the scribe who was originally under control to suddenly get something like the soul of an elf witch.
You’ve learned spells from Tzeentch’s books anyway, why do you still care about this?!
Esky clenched his fist and crushed the dimension stone into powder.
Although warpstones are strong enough to be used as drill bits, they can be easily turned into powder by mages.
Using these powders, the tips of the two paws of the white-haired rat also turned green, and then the two paws changed color again, drawing blue-purple and pink-purple spell words in the air.
While the movements of his hands continued, the white-haired engineer warlock began to work on his mouth.
Eski muttered spells and incantations that no one could understand in a low voice. This was not Anoquayan, nor was it any language Eski had learned before, but he just knew that these languages were in the spell.
The location and meaning of.
The process of casting the spell was surprisingly smooth, and it seemed that even Mobrier did not notice that there were other people present who were casting spells.
He shouted excitedly.
"Give your soul to me, and I will decorate it well and present it to Him. This is the fate of you pointy-eared things. He likes you."
Speaking of the latter, for some reason, Esky always felt that Mobrier seemed to have the intention of complaining.
However, before his spell was released, Eski's spell had already been released.
In an instant, the huge consumption of mental power made Eski realize that he had usurped the mastery of the elf's spells.
Under the mobilization of the white-haired engineering warlock, the green dimension stone energy began to flow rapidly towards the elf witch.
Under the sluggishness of the demonic rat-man, the white-haired engineer warlock's consumption of mental power weakened, which meant that the spell had been completed.
Resisting the physiological reaction of wanting to fall asleep, Eski plunged his staff into Mobrier's back and severed his spine.
Then he used his magic claws to separate its tongue and claws from the elf's body.
The pink magic power in his hands gathered together and formed a cage, in which the spirit of the elf was kneeling and staring at him unwillingly.