"I'm alive?"
Toxide thought that after he fainted, he would be eaten by the slave rats as food.
But his leg was broken.
Everywhere he could see when he opened his eyes was something with pointed ears that was already writing something.
"Toxide."
The pointed-eared thing didn't look at him. He was writing at the desk and spoke.
"You're lucky. The Engineer Warlock may need you. Perhaps, he can help you get back on your feet."
The voice of the pointed-eared female rat reassured Toxed temporarily that he would not die for the time being if the engineer warlock needed him.
Under this sense of security, Toxide's vision went dark and he fell asleep again.
On the other side dozens of kilometers away, the engineering warlock they were thinking about, Eski, was being questioned by Ikrit.
"Eski, what's going on with all this stuff?"
Ikrit sat next to him, and behind him was a deformed rat with purple skin stuck in the air that was pierced by dozens of spears.
There were also rats that were chopped into pieces and sprouted limbs of strange shades of purple along with the blasphemous monster.
Through several rats in black robes, he already knew that this rat was sent here by Eski's spell. Any rat could see that the energy in this deformed body did not come from the horned rat.
The engineering warlock took the ice cube he had just made and applied it to his newly burned face. The magical energy of the blood of the earth was healing his injuries. His scarlet eyes looked at the deformity, and then moved his eyes to Ikrit.
"He betrayed the Horned Rat and believed in the Dark Prince of the Chaos Demon Realm. He also received the blessing given to him by the Dark Prince."
"You didn't show up just now. I thought I'd make good use of it and let him block Nagash. Who knows, you guys came out again."
As he said this, his eyes glanced at Eshiriga, with a contrived expression on his face, as if to say, 'All the responsibility lies with you.'
Ikrit ignored the engineering warlock's microexpressions. Rats don't like to read other people's microexpressions. He just walked up to the scribe who was holding a spear in the air and spoke in disgust.
"This situation is called a blessing?"
In front of him were slippery and twisting limbs that made even a Skaven feel inexplicably disgusting. The two purple-black six-shaped pliers stretched out from Mobrier's back deepened Ikrit's disgust.
The engineering warlock broke off a plier, and purple-white flesh hung from the break.
The two ends of the pliers are one long and one short, with barbed purple-black sharp blades.
The spawn of Slaanesh use this organ to feel every tremor of the tortured victim, thereby generating supreme pleasure.
At the same time, when combined, it looks exactly like the holy number "6" of Slaanesh.
Nerve networks and strange meridians connect every muscle inside, and the engineering warlock's claws rest on these white, sticky filaments.
With the input of chaotic energy and magical winds, the engineering warlock determined that this strange meridian seemed to be unusually sensitive to magical energy.
Is this why Slaanesh's creations became agile?
"The randomness is very high, and it may be related to his physical fitness. If he can become a demon in the end, he can live forever."
Eski sighed as he looked at the former clerk who was still surviving despite being stabbed like a hedgehog by dozens of spears.
"Ascended to Demon?"
Yitrit asked doubtfully and curiously.
In his decades of life as a rat, this was the first time he heard this word.
"This is a secret matter. If you believe in the gods of the Chaos Demon Realm, you can hope to be promoted from a mortal to a demon."
Eski looked at Iklit with some surprise, and he had been hanging out with the members of the Council of Thirteen and the Gray Prophet for so long, but he had never heard of ascending to the devil.
Why is the gap between rat casters and other rats so great?
"Not only gods like the Dark Prince and the Almighty Lord, but the Horned Rat can also do this."
The engineer warlock added.
All he knew was that in the future, the messenger of the Horned Rat would be a demon named Lord of Disaster.
Although rat men are also a type of mortal, he is not sure whether rat men can be promoted to demons.
While thinking, the engineer warlock put down the ice on his right paw. The blood of the earth had restored his injuries and energy, and at the same time, it had probably also restored the surrounding rats.
"If there's nothing else to ask, we should go see Staden on his way."
Eshiliga nodded and took Ikrit with him to regroup and head to the new battlefield.
But Ikrit shook off his claws.
"Engineer Warlock, I won't leave now. I still want to know what the Prince of Darkness is! What the Changing Demon Lord is! Also, Big Horn..."
Before the last words could be spoken, a stab of pain drew Ikrit's attention back to his left paw.
It was a nail pierced into the flesh of his left paw, coming from the right paw of the betrayed master.
The old warlord saw the rebel leader shaking his head at him, and his fevered brain calmed down.
Yes, if asked in public, what is the horned rat, this question... would be too stupid.
However, after decades of fighting, he realized that he had never seemed to have a deep understanding of his own god, and he had never thought it was important before.
It wasn't until that blasphemous rat appeared in front of him that he realized how terrifying and respectable the gods were.
"The Horned Rat is the Skaven."
Esky spoke.
"Skaven, what is it again?"
Before anyone else could answer, the engineering warlock replied as if talking to himself.
"Some people say that the cubs of the fat rats and the hairless monsters became one under the influence of the warpstone. The evidence is that the Prophet clan can turn the hairless monsters into Skaven."
"Some people also say that it was the Great Horned Rat who led the predecessor of Skavenmor City, a city where dwarfs and hairless monsters lived together. He used the screaming bell on the tower to turn the rats in the city into what they are today. The Skaven.”
"Some people say that Skaven is the descendant of the great being of the Great Horned Rat. Therefore, the descendants of the Great Horned Rat will definitely rule the ruins of the world."
"Of course I know that the Prophet clan is leaning toward the last one, but which one is true? Your Excellency, the great Gray Prophet?"
As he said that, Eski turned his face to the Gray Prophet among the crowd, who did not even exude his aura.
"Esky, you've gone overboard."
The green warpstone in the Gray Seer's blind eyes glowed bright green.
"May the Horned Rat forgive his humble servant."
Esky lowered his head, exposing his neck.
Quickwall ignored the engineering warlock's show of weakness and just turned the warpstone in his eyes in the direction of Ikrit.
"None of these things are important. They are not things that rats who are not spell casters should know. You just need to know that you should not think about any gods other than the Horned Rat, and do not try to understand any gods."
"Now, you should do what you should do."
