"I plan on you continuing to take what it gives you, however."
Eski grinned at the scribe, revealing a gentle smile that was at least incompatible with the rat man's usual expression.
"Listen, clerk, you have to answer what you want, otherwise, your master will have to kill you to ensure safety."
As he spoke, his tone gradually became serious.
Mobrier's reaction was a little slow, and the scribe seemed to be affected by the energy conflict in his body, but he finally understood what his master meant.
"Yes, yes. Ace... No, great master, I want to be a spell caster. I don't want to continue to be a copywriter. He wants to give me knowledge."
Knowledge? Eski thought, it is indeed something that Slaanesh will give. All desires are Slaanesh's appetite, including the desire for knowledge.
But, he lied.
As for why.
"Knowledge... is interesting, so why do you want to swallow that wizard spirit?"
Yes, if he is curious about knowledge, maybe he should be given a spell book or directly infused with knowledge.
Instead of being abnormally close to his master's most precious property, as if he had forgotten his status.
The secretary's body stiffened for a while, and then he said.
"I-I don't know. At that time, I just wanted to do that."
Just thinking, like a lie.
However, there seems to be many times when real development does not require logic.
“Chaos affects the way we think? Or doesn’t it?”
Esky whispered softly, but quickly looked at the clerk again.
"It shouldn't be like this. The influence of chaos will not affect your own logical thinking. So, are you lying to me?"
After speaking, the tips of his claws were illuminated with a trace of lightning, and under the second vision invisible to ordinary mortals, chaotic energy began to leap out of Esky's body.
"Great master."
The clerk did not explain anything, but knelt down and lowered his head, as if waiting for his master's judgment.
"What do you want Kane's divine power to do with her? Extracting divine power usually requires ritual preparation or mutated organs."
"And apart from your glowing eyes, which are barely considered mutated, you don't have any visible mutated organs at all. Even if the divine power of Kane's bride is weak, you won't be able to extract it."
But Eski's eyes did not stay on the clerk. As he thought and thought, the look in his eyes became blurred.
I don't know how long after I came here, a harsh and sharp sound spread throughout the cabin.
The bell of the Screaming Seed on the top floor of Skaven City rang, which awakened the confused Esky.
The surroundings were still the same as before, the clerk was still kneeling on the ground, and the other slaves were still in their previous positions.
Hasn't much time passed?
No, Eski immediately rejected his idea. The interval between the screaming bells was more than an hour each time.
The clerk and the slaves had remained in their current positions for a long time. The evidence was that the slaves' limbs were hanging in the air and began to turn pale.
After the slaves and scribes were released from the same dangerous state, Esky stopped asking questions for the time being and began to think about what had just happened.
I am inexplicably trapped in the logical deduction of events. Everything is a variable, and everything becomes something people want to know.
It's really dangerous. In this state, if someone is disadvantageous to you, wouldn't it be easy to succeed?
The engineering warlock who repeatedly warned himself to be careful next time lowered his head and looked at the wizard spirit who had just been tied up in the corner again.
"My lovely slave, do you see clearly now that I am your best choice in this environment?"
However, the Witch Spirit didn't seem to understand what she was saying. The fear she felt when the great demon Slaanesh came just now had disappeared. Now her eyes were full of rage, and her whole body exuded a manic feeling that wanted to destroy everything.
"The mind of the wizard is in eternal rage, but I remember that there is a solution."
Eski now understood that this was a common mental state among witch spirits.
He remembered that Heliben's manic state at the end of his life had been cleared by healing magic.
However, it is best to use the Eight Winds of Magic to release healing magic. Otherwise, Esky can only think of the spells of a loving father of Chaos.
This is difficult for rat people.
What the ratmen mobilize is not the power of the eight magical winds, but directly uses the chaotic energy in their own bodies brought by the dimension stone or brought through various channels. Therefore, almost no one among the ratmen studies the power of the eight magical winds.
This is also the reason why, when he was exploring the runes in the cabin at the bottom of the ship just now, he didn't try to touch them.
Now, people who have never been exposed to this kind of magic are trying to use their memory and vision to complete a perfect spell.
If you think about it rationally, you will judge that it is impossible, but Esky always has a feeling that he can succeed.
The magical winds in his field of vision became more and more visible, they were constantly flowing and blowing gently on his body.
A strange feeling appeared, and the chaotic energy in the body surged, seeming to echo the rise and fall of the eight magical winds.
He chanted Anoquiyan, the magical language of the wind of life.
The language of releasing the spell caused the wind of magic to gather, transform, and then show completely different properties, and then the spell could be formed. However, Eski's language did not obey the wind of magic as smoothly as he imagined.
Eski immediately realized something was wrong. The color of the clothes was wrong. The white fur and white clothes were not the green color that was most compatible with the wind of life.
But it doesn't matter, the chaotic energy in the body automatically completes the required part of the spell, which is unexpectedly smooth.
The green light hit the Witch Spirit, and her body was stunned.
Hundreds of years of rage, hatred and bloodthirsty emotions have been eliminated. Although this emotion will always exist with Kane's divine power, it will not be too serious as long as you do not take those special "drinks" made by the wizards.
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"Now tell me, Pointy Ears, what exactly does he want from you? It doesn't seem like he can get Kane's power."
Hecate, whose eyes had regained clarity, still showed no reaction.
There was a long silence, and the atmosphere in the room became quiet again.
After a while, her mind seemed to be stuck. After a while, she turned to Eski.
"It wants to corrupt me, so that my soul and divine power will be swallowed up. They will not let go of every soul of the elves."
Slaanesh actually "favors" the elves so much. What benefits might he gain from it?
While he was thinking about it, the panel about Hecate in front of Eski's eyes had changed.
The words of introduction actually appeared below.
Witchling/Kaine's Bride:
The Witch-Elves were born to satisfy Kane's thirst for blood and sacrifice. They are the most cruel of this cruel race.
Their service to the Lord of Murder is filled with blood. They will dig out the still-beating heart from the victim's chest and roast it on the fire, coating the struggling flesh with scarlet runes, and then use the blood of dying prisoners of war to
Offal to decorate the altar.
However, festivals are only part of the witch spirits' faith, and their most devout faith still has to be expressed on the battlefield. On the eve of the battle, the witch spirits will drink blood wine soaked with poisonous thorns, and then fall into ecstasy.
In this state of ecstasy, they don't care about their own defense at all, they only think about how to tear the enemy into pieces and have a feast of blood.
There was no grace in their fighting, just random slashing with poison-coated swords, full of madness.
Those enemies who are injured but lucky enough to survive will become the playthings of the wizards after the war: the unfortunate guys will be torn to pieces in the wild victory carnival, and their blood will become the eternal thirst for
Sacrifice to the God of Slaughter.
Interestingly, Esky thought, these things should be formed from the memories deep in his brain, but why weren't they there before?
Is it caused by the state we just fell into? Or not?
However, the current environment does not allow for such thinking. It is too dangerous. Esky forcibly stopped his thoughts and looked at his newly purchased slave.
"You seem to be afraid of being devoured by Slaanesh and having your soul tortured for eternity."
"I thought Kane's bride was afraid of nothing."
Having said this, he gave his slave a forced "gentle" smile.