Instructing the clan rats to completely avoid the storm, the white-haired engineer warlock was finally able to relax on his bed.
I don’t know when it started, but my consciousness completely faded away.
This time's sleep felt particularly long.
It was as if he had slept for centuries. When he woke up again, Esky found that he was drowsy.
But in fact, after opening his eyes and looking at the timer on his arm, the engineering warlock discovered that he had only slept for eight hours.
What, my biological clock is pretty accurate.
On the bed, the white young female rat was looking at the engineer warlock with longing eyes. Maybe she was hungry?
"Slave rat, food."
Stretching, the engineer warlock naturally used the slave rat.
"Great Master, this is the flesh of the aberration, this is the engineering warlock's."
"Um?"
Esky was stunned for a moment, then the slave rat continued to explain.
"Mirza the Engineer-Warlock."
The meat on the plate does look a bit like Mirza's thigh connected to his thigh bone. The skin has been peeled off and carefully cooked by the slave rat chef. The sauce on the barbecue is still warm. , it looks like it has just been heated up.
However, this is not the point. The point is that Mirza was made into food.
It is not incomprehensible. According to the concept of the rat people, when other rat people die, the skin and bones should be peeled off to make industrial raw materials, and the meat should be eaten.
And there are some superstitious people who believe that whatever you eat can give you some talent. According to this principle, maybe if you eat an engineering warlock, you can become an engineering warlock?
What the hell is tradition, Esky complained.
never mind……
After getting out of bed, Eski took the roasted brown meat of the aberration and threw Mirza's meat to the white female rat.
The slave rat watched with envy as the mother rat gnawed on Mirza's meat. The engineering warlock actually allowed a female rat to become an engineering warlock. How kind this was.
Maybe, he could be given a commission as a clan rat as a slave rat?
While eating the meat, the white-haired engineering warlock rubbed oil on the slave rat's fur and asked.
"Is Aikeqi still alive?"
He was very concerned about the whereabouts of the storm rat. He had not seen the black fur rat since yesterday's battle with the witch, and he had not been found on the gun deck on the fifth floor since then.
It can't be that a lord like him has hid on the lowest level.
"The whole boat has not been found. Maybe it fell into the water?"
The slave rat's answer caused the engineer warlock to stop eating meat. It took a few seconds before he put the roasted meat on his paws into his mouth.
Is that why these slaves are so respectful to me today?
Esky understood why he had noticed a strange sense of disobedience in the slave rats since he woke up.
Now that Ekchi is missing and Mirza is killed, only Eski can be called "Lord" on the entire ship.
Any other ratmen, even the strongest among the clanrats, can only be killed by him at will.
Holding his beard, Eski pondered.
So, are you going to kidnap this ship and all the clan rats on this ship?
Fait accompli is very common in rat society. As long as he could hold the ship.
A conflict breaks out with the Scurvy Clan... He doesn't care about this matter. The engineering warlock profession has many ways to make the Scurvy Clan suffer a loss.
But, is he going to the battlefield, or to Lustria? No, it's probably going to end up in the Tyrannosaurus Pit with its current strength.
Let's go to the military port first and think about what happens next.
Thinking about it, Esky used his paw to write rows of green words on the scraps of parchment beside him.
"Give this to the clan rats outside and let them carry out their orders."
"Yes, great master."
After opening the six volumes of Slaanesh, the engineering warlock quickly found the place that Mobrier had told him before.
When he began to read the text, the white-haired rat immediately discovered the differences between Slaanesh's book and Tzeentch's book.
This book describes in detail how chaos energy should be transformed and which runes should be used. There is also a special reminder at the top of the page. Detailed notes on these runes are marked at the front of the first volume. Which part.
Accurate and comprehensive, it is indeed a book that all mages want. Is this also a kind of desire?
In contrast, many places in Tzeentch's books contain words with different meanings, making people think about the many changes in spells, thus...
Don't think about it anymore, this is a very dangerous thing.
The eighteen runes used to imprison the soul are all unique to Slaanesh. Just like the runes that Tzeentch should have given yesterday, they are also from Eski, a race that has never been used in Anokyan or Skaven, Dwarves, or Elves. Seen in runes.
Judging from the description and nature of the spell, it should be difficult for Slaanesh to leave a backup force in it. Mobrier also said yesterday that he would keep this slave first and then dedicate it to Slaanesh.
So...is it really absolutely safe? There isn't a spell in the world that hasn't changed.
Change is the secret...
"WTF!"
Eski slapped himself, why did Tzeentch always come into his mind when he was thinking about spells?
Is the corruption already that deep?
Tzeentch's method and Slaanesh's method are indeed more trustworthy than Slaanesh's. At least he is not as full of calculations as Tzeentch's.
However, Tzeentch can see the future. What if the spell chosen by Slaanesh now was also arranged by Tzeentch?
His mind was still filled with Tzeentchian distractions, and Eski stood up immediately, no longer thinking about the problem.
The engineering warlock walked straight to the cage where the elves were held. The place was filled with the smell of slave rats cleaning up their excrement. It seemed that the elves who fell on the ground fell asleep in humiliation.
Pink runes quietly climbed up the body of the Witch Spirit and were engraved between her heart and brain.
This ominous magic power fluctuation immediately awakened the wizard spirit protected by Kane.
"Don't resist."
Eski said, his white claws gently drawing several pink and purple runes in the air, and adding a few blue ones based on his own understanding, which were part of Tzeentch's spell.
However, the spell had become more unstable due to Hecate's resistance, and the engineering warlock immediately warned.
"Otherwise, I don't know whose hands your soul will fall into."
The word soul was emphasized emphatically, which made the wizard immediately stop struggling. When it came to the soul, she would not act haphazardly.
"What's this?"
The Witch Spirit looked at the ominous runes on her body that were getting brighter and brighter. She always felt that this was like an elf's nightmare, something belonging to the god with the holy number 6.
The engineer's answer actually confirmed her suspicion.
"A rune exclusive to Slaanesh spells."
Fear immediately came to the Witch Elf's heart. She knew what would happen to the elf's soul if it fell into the hands of Slaanesh.
"You learned Slaanesh magic! No, don't!"
The Witch Spirit struggled hard. She didn't care whose hands her soul would fall into, as long as it wasn't in the hands of that nightmare.
"I will not corrupt you, nor will I hand you over to Him. I said, don't resist, otherwise, your soul may really be given to Him, and the protection Kane gives you may trigger counter-effects."
The other paw of the white-haired rat, which was not performing spell-casting operations, grabbed Hecate's shoulder and said sternly.
The resistance of the elves has decreased a bit, and the stability of the spell has finally not deteriorated any further.
If the spell release fails, or more seriously, the integrity of the soul of the wizard spirit may not be guaranteed.
As the spell progressed smoothly, the runes continued to copy themselves, gradually covering every corner of the Witch Spirit's body. After a moment, the runes disappeared from the Witch Spirit's body, and her skin was still as white as ice as before.
The white rat retracted his paw and gently held it in the air. Two cages no larger than the palm of his hand appeared in Esky's hand, also showing pink and purple.
"It seems..."
Eski approached the cage on his own and looked at one of them holding the door of the cage crying and a soul sitting quietly in the cage.
"There seems to be no difference in terms of spell construction or other aspects of the cage."
Did he think too much about Tzeentch's defense?
No, it won't. There is still one Tzeentch spell that has not been used.
That spell has those blue runes on it. Maybe the cage it forms will have different effects?
However, the top priority seems to be...
Eski put the tip of his claws on the cage and unlocked several of the Skry clan's unique imprisonment runes. Green runes appeared on the black iron bars, floated in the air and formed a small particle. Dissipate slowly.
"You're out, Witch Spirit. Congratulations. Although you have nothing, you have regained your freedom, at least part of it."
Eski threw a women's dress in a closet to her. As for whether the size was suitable, it was not a time like this that he cared about.
No amount of freedom is worse than being imprisoned in a cage where you can't even stretch your body.
Wu Ling was silent and left the room silently, looking at the sea level in the distance.
"Sure enough, for you, this is the only way to remain loyal."
Eski walked to her side, showed her soul, and said again.
"I don't know if the Witch King does this to your compatriots as well. My dear Spicy Chicken Silk hasn't realized that she is in a sad fate."
With that said, Eski looked at the languid witch hanging on the tail mast and the struggling clerk nailed on the main mast. The engineering warlock let out a sharp laugh.
"Spicy shredded chicken?"
The pronunciation of Chinese is very different from the language of elves. Hecate noticed the difference. For some reason, she always felt that there was deep malice hidden in this pronunciation.
Subconsciously, she grabbed the engineering warlock's scalp, stopped his laughter, and raised him in front of her eyes.
After Eski once again showed the soul in his hand, the wizard retreated.
This was not one of those slaves she had once been able to play with, she was the slave now, and maybe always would be.
The soul... the wizard's eyes were fixed on Esky's claws, and it didn't seem to be stored there.
Seeing the witch spirit's obedient appearance, Eski sat down on the side of the undamaged ship with satisfaction and said leisurely
"Yes, the great Witch King Malekith, he obviously does not realize what his own gods are."
"Hecate, what is faith?"
He asked a question and asked himself the question without waiting for the wizard spirit to answer.
"Faith is unconditional obedience and unconditional trust. It does not exist because of one's own likes and dislikes, one's own objective conditions, or even one's own life and death."
"If Asuryan wishes to burn him to death, he should die. This is Asuryan's expectation."
"Of course the gods of our race are not that arrogant, but if the Horned Rat wants us to touch the Pillar of Commandment, then we must touch it even if we will be burned to ashes by the Pillar of Commandment."
"This is faith."
Hecate looked at the engineering warlock silently, then turned to look at the sea level in the distance.
Of course she knows what faith is, just as she believes in Kane without reservation. According to Kane's wishes, she murders the sacrifices the gods want and brings war to the gods, just...
The engineer warlock didn't care either. The bright green energy gathered at his fingertips and turned into a light that could be seen even without the need for second vision.
The wind of Guilun gathered in Eski's hands and slowly turned into a green phoenix.
This small green thing attracted the attention of the witch spirit, and Eski even saw that Orilon's eyes hanging on the mast also moved with it.
Each of its feathers trembled clearly, drawing an elegant arc in the air.
The Phoenix's body glowed brightly, and suddenly, a green flame swallowed it up.
In the scorching flames, the phoenix couldn't help but howl, and its sad cry made all living creatures mourn.
Eski grinned and continued the manipulation in his hands. The frowning brows of the witch and the wizard added more fun to the performance.
The beautiful feathers of the phoenix were reduced to ashes in the flames, revealing the ugly charred flesh. Then, even the charred flesh did not move. The charred skin and flesh, together with the bones, slowly swayed in the blazing fire. Slowly turned into ashes.
The flames went out, leaving only green and white ashes.
Suddenly, the ashes lit up with a dazzling light, and the image of a phoenix slowly reorganized from the ashes.
The particles of ashes became its body, and the air became its skin, flesh and feathers. The newly emerged phoenix continued to fly in the air, and more green energy poured into its body.
A complete phoenix restored its original shape with the flapping of its wings.
"To put it simply, that's it, let's go harvest the souls of your other compatriots."
As he spoke, Eski raised his claws, and a burst of dimensional lightning struck, burning the black rope hanging the witch.
"Okay, it's time for you two to be loyal to me. Speaking of which, is your manticore also dead? Cyan manticores are really rare."
