As soon as he landed, the engineering warlock's body softened and he fell to the ground. Severe pain came from his stomach.
Fortunately, the demon, which was two meters tall and as tall as a hill compared to the engineering warlock's 1.6 meters, also fell down after losing his head.
Only then did Eski take the time to look down at his injuries.
His entire abdominal cavity has been cut open, broken into several sections, and the colorful intestines are connected to a large group of red internal organs that are either broken or intact. Among them, the one closest to the engineering warlock is still intact. kidney.
Fortunately, this time the injury seemed to be fine with the spine.
Most of the internal organs were missing, and only the wind of life flowing continuously in the blood vessels was still barely keeping the engineering warlock alive.
Manipulating the dimensional position, stuffing these clean or unclean internal organs into his stomach again, it will take a long time to regenerate the internal organs.
While performing complex magic manipulations, the engineering warlock dared not stop reciting the incantation of the blood of the earth for a moment.
On the stony artificial ground, the effect of this magic is not as good as on the earthy ground full of natural atmosphere. Even chanting for such a long time can only barely restore serious injuries.
Severe physical pain is still bothering the engineering warlocks. If these pains can be avoided by magically shielding nerve feedback, the pain of the soul is completely unavoidable.
There is something wrong with the soul, as if it is being cut off piece by piece by a saw blade.
The scarlet eyes emitted a blue-purple light. Under the deep magic vision, Esky could clearly see something inside his body passing away.
Fortunately, they did not disappear out of thin air.
Following those inexplicable colored light spots, he saw a black weapon. It was the huge machete belonging to the vampire that the flame on the blade had not extinguished yet, and that was still tightly grasped by the corpse of the vampire.
As if grasping a life-saving straw, the engineering warlock squirmed, moved his body with his back to the ground, and grabbed the two-meter-long black blade left on the ground.
The chaotic energy in his body immediately connected to it, and he continued to recite the blood of the earth distractedly while searching for the mechanism. Finally, before completely losing consciousness, he stopped the weapon's intention to destroy his soul.
The subconsciously relaxed nerves caused the engineer warlock to loosen his right paw, but he immediately felt the sting in his soul and had to tighten his grip on the weapon again.
The mana of the blood of the earth healed the engineer warlock's wounds without stopping. The abdominal wound spread from the lower side of the left rib to the upper side of the right pelvis. The depth of the incision was nearly 15 centimeters, even the diaphragm that closed the chest cavity. It was also because of this slashing attack.
If it weren't for the wind of life, Eski wouldn't even be able to breathe or chant a spell now.
Fortunately, without the sting of the soul, Esky can perform some refined operations.
The mesangium, ligaments, and omentum that hold the internal organs are regenerated with the wind of life, as well as the blood vessels that supply the internal organs. The internal organs that seem to be still intact are moved back to their places, and other internal organs that do not seem to be completely unsalvageable are also beginning to move. Tinkering.
Amidst this back-and-forth of chanting and manipulating, Eski nervously treated his injuries.
When most of the internal organs had returned to their proper positions, the engineer warlock endured the less severe pain and allowed himself to stand up.
The sky outside has changed from blood red to black, and the dots of stars are particularly obvious in the second sight.
Has it been so long? In surprise, the engineering warlock raised his claws and looked at the two-meter-long machete in his claws through the starlight.
Why can't I leave it? Why does the soul hurt? While he was thinking about it, the panel that the engineering warlock had ignored for a long time and even intentionally blocked appeared in front of him again.
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【Hell Blade】
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absorb soul
soul fragment
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The fragment of the soul is inside the machete, why? If it could absorb souls, those soul fragments shouldn't still be there.
After all, this panel is related to the Lord of Changes. Whether it can be trusted is another matter.
Just the fact that it can display data is very strange. It should have been completely sealed originally. What on earth restored it.
Perhaps because of this unknown reason, Esky found that he seemed to be able to understand the ghostly drawings of the gray prophets visiting on the table.
This is……
The engineering warlock stopped the incantation in his mouth, raised his scarlet eyes that seemed to be burning with flames, and looked at the starry sky when he returned to his chair to observe the stars.
"Grey Prophet, so, has our matter been resolved?"
"of course not."
The Gray Prophet tilted his head. Under the starlight at night, the Gray Prophet was no longer as old as before, and even the sarcomas on his arms were much reduced.
"Summoning a demon and putting on such a drama, do you want to scare me?"
Quickwall got closer to the engineering warlock, and the voice in his throat was still muddy.
"How dare you, noble Gray Seer, former Lord of the Council of Thirteen."
The engineer warlock bowed to the Gray Prophet and held up the ghost-drawing talismans he had just seen.
"However, there are quite suspicious parts in your manuscript, and I seem to be able to understand it. You are studying the trajectory of the split dimension stone, the vein of dimension stone in the mountain, and the huge dimension stone that smashed into the mountain..."
As he spoke, the engineering warlock focused his sights on the sky, where the telescope pointed at a small green moon.
"It can't be from your handiwork, right?"
"What are you talking about."
The Gray Prophet stopped, the look on his face becoming more and more impatient.
"Maybe I'll tell this to the Council of Thirteen, maybe I'll tell it to the Chief Engineer Warlock."
"You're threatening me."
The engineering warlock laughed softly, approached the gray prophet's thin ears, and spoke softly but firmly.
"Threatening? I never threaten, I promise."
With that said, the engineering warlock turned around and approached the demon corpse that no one had yet dealt with.
"I am very special, and this kind of accident might happen. The boundary between the mortal realm and the demonic realm is as fragile as a piece of paper. The chief engineer warlock expelled me from the Skaven City. Do you want to take a guess? What is the reason."
"But what I can guarantee is that he will not harm the descendants of the Horned Rat."
"So, I want the Prophet clan to stop interfering with what I and my clan do from now on, as long as these things are not within a thousand kilometers of Skaven Mordor,"
