Catching the scribe who was trying to escape, the engineering warlock took him into the cabin and closed the door.
"Secretary, come here, let me look at it and help me flip through it. How many pages are there in this book?"
Eski smiled kindly.
The clerk's tongue started to feel like it was tied into a knot, and his body felt like it was sifting chaff.
Suddenly, he seemed to have made up his mind and screamed.
"Six hundred and sixty..."
Hearing this voice, Eski's heart started to feel cold. Was he planning to send away one demon and recruit another?
Before the scribe finished speaking, the engineering warlock quickly covered his mouth to prevent any accidents from happening.
"You really want to harm me, let me tell you, how could Tzeentch rewrite the books so easily when he has no energy in this world, and it is not placed in a specific sequence in the library."
"It turns out that there is something wrong with the book you provided, but it was cut off."
The hair on the Engineer Warlock's body exploded, fear and anger intertwined together.
Certain sequences in the library need to be sealed off, or at least no books should be placed there.
No books can be stored on the numerical sequence of 6, 7, 8, 9, 66, 77, 88, 99 and so on, otherwise it will be extremely easy to be corroded.
This is why the industrial production of books is not feasible in this world. Every time 6, 7, 8, or 9 products are produced, the magic of chaos will be brought to this product. When it reaches a certain point, as mentioned before The serial number also strengthens the magic power, the more numbers are stacked, the stronger it becomes.
Therefore, all books, in all races nowadays, are copied by scribes, rather than printed by some printing house.
This is why Eski had not been wary of books brought by scribes before. Past experience told him that all books copied by scribes were safe and reliable.
But now, this clerk...
The purple light in his eyes has not diminished at all, the flesh at the corners of his eyes has cracked, and more light shines through the cracks.
Most of the chaotic energy in the body was transformed into the form of Slaanesh, showing a bright purple glow.
Only about 30% of the green energy representing the horned rat was left, which was distributed on the chest and four claws. The runes hidden under the second vision began to cover Mobrier's body.
"He's been deeply corrupted."
Are you giving up on being a clerk?
Esky was hesitant. Although he had already considered the solution even if the scribe was completely corrupted by Slaanesh, that was only an alternative after all.
Just like a certain Kai Shen said before Songhu that he wanted to move the capital, they were all alternatives, which meant that there was actually no plan.
"Continue to inject chaos energy, maybe we can ensure that his brain is invaded by the horned rat?"
The engineer warlock murmured, and then rejected his idea.
"No, I prayed once yesterday, will He help me a second time? The devil can see through my thoughts, and He must be the same."
As a Skaven, he knew very well that the rat race god was a very bad god. To help him unconditionally once was already an act of unusual generosity on his part.
The next help must be a sacrifice.
As for the sacrifice of the horned rat, it is not like other races, which can be sacrificed by aliens.
The sacrifice the Horned Rat wants must be from his own tribe.
But I don’t have anything extra on hand now…
Aren’t there slave rats here?
But this is from the Scurvy clan.
"It doesn't matter, the worst I can do is pay for the dimension stone."
the engineer warlock shrieked.
A confinement spell that Eski had not yet named was released on the scribe's body, and the green light immediately immobilized him.
The engineering warlock strode up to the slave rat who didn't usually serve him much, lifted his neck and brought his thin and stooped body to the clerk.
A claw scratched the vital artery on the side of the slave rat, and blood flowed on the scribe's body.
"Damn Prince of Darkness, get out of my slave's brain..."
A series of curses became a sincere prayer, and the slave became the best sacrifice.
Blood is just an introduction in the sacrifice, and the real sacrifice is the soul of the slave. If the ritual is powerful enough, the entire clan to which he belongs can even be sacrificed with the blood of a rat man.
The gods who received the sacrifice immediately responded.
Perhaps everyone can question the character of the Great Horned Rat, but no one can question his professionalism. In the entire medieval world, he was probably the racial god who suffered the most personal consequences.
The moment he received the sacrifice, Esky felt that the chaotic ability he had input into the scribe's brain had changed in nature.
It probably changed from bright green energy to dark green, and it gradually drove Slaanesh's bright purple energy downwards to the collarbone.
The purple light in his eyes also began to be replaced by green again, but the purple light seemed to refuse to retreat. It penetrated into Mobrier's right eye and resisted tenaciously, but the dark green energy was getting more and more. As long as there was enough time, , always wears it away.
Just when the engineering warlock thought that the horned rat was going to continue, the dark green energy stopped abruptly.
"This is?"
Are the sacrifices not enough? The engineering warlock immediately understood what the gods meant. The soul of a slave obviously had little value.
But it's good to be like this now. At least the clerk shouldn't be easily corrupted in a short period of time?
Maybe not.
The clerk also needs to be under strict supervision to record all the changes during this period, and he cannot be given the previous opportunity again.
The bell rang, and Esky completed negotiations with Captain Claw, who was in charge of the ship. The slave rat was sold for thirty-six dimensional coins, and the vacant elf slave cage was sold for twenty yuan. Gave him one.
After negotiating, the engineer warlock still didn't get a chance to rest. The young female rat had woken up and needed his personal care.
If he let those slave rats take care of him, something might happen. He didn't dare to let uncastrated slaves take care of the female rats.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is a baby rat, and it's a female rat."
"You're so disgusting, white rat."
The Witch Spirit thought she had seen something that she truly hated. Even when she was offering sacrifices, she never chose children of her own race as sacrifices.
"Eski Ivo, I have a name."
The engineering warlock said as he was busy.
"Your words can't affect me at all. Only real low-class people can be affected by this kind of thing."
"The reproduction of Skaven relies on specially prepared female rats from birth. Starting from childhood, they must undergo comprehensive biochemical transformation. After strengthening their reproductive capabilities, they can have thousands of rats left in a year. .”
"She is different. She has not undergone any biochemical modification and will not turn into an obese idiot. She is my special breeding rat. This is a favor I gave her and it is also the tradition of Skaven. Because I am an engineering warlock, I Have this privilege.”
