"I plan on you continuing to take what it gives you, though."
Eski grinned at the scribe, showing 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? Esky thought, it was indeed something Slaanesh would give, and all desires were Slaanesh's appetite, including the desire for knowledge.
But, he lied.
As for why.
"Knowledge... is interesting, so why did 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 possessions, as if he had forgotten his status.
The clerk's body stiffened for a while, and then he spoke.
"N-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 the development of reality does not require logic.
"Chaos affects the way we think? Or doesn't it?"
Esky whispered softly, but quickly looked at the clerk.
"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 filled with a trace of electric light. Under the second vision invisible to ordinary mortals, chaotic energy began to jump out of Eski'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. He was thinking and thinking, and 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, awakening 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 time passed much?
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, as evidenced by the fact that the slaves' limbs were hanging in the air and starting to turn pale.
After removing the slave from the same dangerous state as the clerk, 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 now that I am your best choice in this situation?"
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 hostility, 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 was cleared by healing magic at the end of his life.
However, it is best to use the Eight Winds of Magic to release healing magic. Otherwise, Eski can only think of the spells of a loving father in Chaos.
This is difficult for the rat people.
The Rat Man does not mobilize the power of the Eight Magical Winds, but directly uses the chaotic energy in his body brought by the dimension stone or through various channels. Therefore, almost no one among the Ratmen studies the power of the Eight Magical Winds.
This is 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 kept flowing, 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. Then the spell could be formed, but Eski's language did not obey the wind of magic as smoothly as he imagined.
Esky 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.
The centuries-old emotions of rage, hatred and bloodlust 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. .
"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 Esky.
"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 "favored" the elves so much, what benefits could he get from it.
As 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:
Born to satisfy Khaine's thirst for blood and sacrifice, the Witch-Elves 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 chest of the victim and roast it over the fire, coating the struggling flesh with scarlet runes, and then use the blood of dying prisoners to Offal to decorate the altar.
However, festivals are only part of the witch spirits' beliefs, and their most devout beliefs still have to be expressed on the battlefield. On the eve of the battle, the witch spirit 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 slashes 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.
Interesting, 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.
"In that case, you will serve me."
There is still a lot of time.
