While running, Skarbrand had reached a position less than two meters behind him.
A blazing wind blew above his head, and Esky subconsciously used magic to strengthen his muscles to take off. Amidst the severe pain and the aroma of barbecue in his lower limbs, he saw that his leg was almost half a meter away from the handle. Thick ax chipped away.
The dimensional force field used this heat to send Esky forward, which was considered to be a partial distance.
The power of the rat scurrying technique continued to increase, and the pink soles of the feet continued to shed skin that was burned by friction with the ground. In this way, the engineering warlock, who was far shorter than the giant who was more than ten meters tall, would not be overtaken by the running demon for the time being. .
Looking out at the ruins of a demonic battlefield that seemed to have never appeared before, a messy desert with human broken shields, torn cloths, broken armor and other rubbish left behind. In Eski's claws, there was a green electric light. flashing.
The moment he escaped from the temple, Eski, who was able to cast spells again, continued to build dimensional lightning in his hands.
Usually, the dimensional lightning released by a Skaven caster only requires 6 energy. The energy gathered by the dimensional lightning in Esky's hand is already more than 50 times that of an ordinary spell caster.
The green electric light circled out, forming a one-meter-wide beam of light. The green plasma shot straight towards Skarbrand's chest, creating a cloud of green smoke.
The smoke only lasted for a moment before it seemed to be absorbed by the demon's blood-red skin.
The high-heat plasma hit the demon's body, only causing a large dent in its muscles, and not even leaving any traces of scorch.
He recovered quickly from such an injury, and Skarbrand's figure didn't even slow down a little.
"What the hell, isn't it said that loyal plasma kills everything?"
Esky complained and continued to strengthen the energy supply of the rat slithering technique.
A plasma gun as small as the Ming Star Marine can be effective. The one-meter-thick plasma beam hit Skarbrand's body as if nothing happened.
Although he realized that the green plasma he used was different from the blue plasma gun of the Human Empire, he still couldn't help but have the desire to complain, just like humans always want to go crazy when they know that they are bound to die. Same.
Skarbrand's running pace quickened again, and the power of the Rat Fleeing Technique could not be increased because the skin and flesh of the entire lower limbs began to burn.
In Esky's mind, everything he had done during this period of time came to mind.
These days, he has been doing things that are inconsistent with his identity. He is an engineering warlock, not a gray prophet, not a wizard, and not a warrior. But now he is here, and he will soon be wielding a machete to fight the great demon of Khorne in close combat.
Just about to die.
A gust of wind blew through the dust that was still swirling up like a sandstorm. Eski turned his head, and Skarbrand's strong hoof tendons led the huge hoof towards Eski's back. Come over.
Magic replaced muscles, and Esky jumped up again, this time he jumped to the same height as Skarbrand's head.
Before he could fall down, he saw a red-hot battle ax slashing toward his neck. ….
The ax struck at such a speed that he only had time to block the Hell Blade in front of his chest, and then a wave of heat hit the engineering warlock.
The thin green curtain of the dimensional force field shattered like a piece of fragile ice in front of the thermal battle axe.
The serrations of the Hell Blade intersected with the battle axe. However, there was no room for resistance. The Hell Blade, and the battle ax it might have blocked, hit Eski's chest hard.
Struck by the huge force of Skarbrand's battle ax that could split mountains, Esky's body flew towards the rear at a high speed with the blade embedded between his abdomen and chest.
Blood and unknown residue flew from the mouth into the air, and then seemed to fall slowly. Esky felt that everything suddenly became lighter.
Is this really a revolving door before death? The engineer thought.
etc? !
The heat of the warpstone surged into his brain, making him wake up a bit.
This time it's not a revolving door, at least it's not just a revolving door. The spell's casting environment has returned to normal.
"Skarbrand, see you later!"
Spitting out bloody residue from his mouth, green energy gathered in Eski's hands again.
Green mist enveloped the body of the engineering warlock, and a green flash appeared in the sky.
Teleport!
The figure of the engineering warlock immediately appeared hundreds of meters away.
Continuous teleportation was continuously performed, and Esky got closer and closer to the direction of the stronghold. Then, his will could no longer sustain the next teleportation spell and he fell in the desert.
Eroded by the wind of death hidden in the sand, his increasingly paler limbs had been hidden by the wind of life between the fur of Eski's lower limbs, and he began to treat Eski's body.
Perhaps Skarbrand could mark his enemy, and with this worry, Esky braced himself against the desire to sleep.
The injury to his lungs had just recovered a little. Eski's eyes opened. A blue-purple light came out and activated his deep magic vision. He raised his right paw, and the unstable green light began to flash. Soon Eski disappeared. In place.
He forced a teleportation.
The green flash brought him to a cave underground, and his body pulled out an afterimage in the space. It took a while before those "shadows" overlapped with Eski.
The feeling of nausea made Eski's abdomen twitch and he wanted to vomit it out. There was not even oxygen here, which made Eski's lungs tortured, but the thick sand and rock walls could stop Skablaan. De got to him too quickly
It can even prevent Skarbrand from finding him. After all, digging soil with a tomahawk in the desert is a dishonorable thing no matter how you think about it.
Since the wind of life can continue to sustain life, there is nothing to complain about.
The engineering warlock closed his eyes, and the meager wind of life that remained in the fur of his lower limbs, as well as the continuous supply of their kind in the soil of the earth, infected his body, repaired wounds, and supplied nutrients.
In this cycle, Eski's consciousness gradually sank. Before he completely lost consciousness, he raised his claws, a sapphire-like panel appeared in front of his eyes, and Nagash's books fell into the cave. . ….
In this way, he doesn't have to worry about the books getting lost in places with no connection between time and space and unable to find them.
A feeling of peace of mind filled Eski's heart, causing him to fall into a deep sleep immediately.
On the other side, in the so-called Blood Temple, Laemia's old palace.
A group of vampires and the only human present were having an intense discussion.
"Damn it, this demon will still come back. You all heard what the rat monster said. We have to run away."
Usoran was the first to propose to his cousin, the current saint of Lahmia and the former queen, Neferata.
As a diplomat who is proficient in charm, this bald "middle-aged man" smelled danger in Eski's words.
A pair of bat-like fleshy wings stretched out from the shadow behind him.
This middle-aged appearance is just a skin used to blend into the upper class circles.
The half-human, half-bat monster hiding in the shadows is his true form.
"I won't let this place be destroyed!"
Neferata yelled at her cousin. At this time, she missed so much that a hundred years ago, her cousin, the Supreme Queen of Lybalas, and her little eagle made her bear the biggest sin in her life. The person, Khalida.
If it were her cousin, she would definitely not let her give up the place in front of her that was full of past memories.
"It's impossible for you to defeat such a giant, and you have no fighting skills at all."
Wu Suoran still did not give up persuading him
cousin.
His spells are far inferior to those of Wosolun, and his ability to govern the country is far inferior to that of his cousin and his cousin's little pet, Alkadiza.
His ability is a little bit of group interference magic skills that he has developed over hundreds of years, as well as the skills to get familiar with anyone and even charm them.
If he loses Neferata, his status will plummet. He doesn't want to be kicked out of those luxurious rooms and hide like a rat in the gutter.
"My blood, my essence, can create a large amount of extraordinary combat power and distribute my essence."
Seeing that Neferita was still saying unrealistic words, Usuoran almost felt that his cold heart began to beat again. Maybe it was not a beating, but a myocardial infarction.
"You don't want your life?! You idiot! Even if you are the first vampire, there is no way you can afford such a huge loss."
Wu Suoran's eyes flashed red, and the huge bat wings rolled up a stream of air, as if he was about to take off immediately.
"Moreover, no matter how many wolves there are, they can't kill a black monster. It's impossible for a transcendent who only infused the elixir of life to defeat that demon."
"There are so many memories here, I won't give up here."
Neferata spoke to Usoran carefully, and then cast her vertical eyes at the prince who seemed to be touched.
Wu Suoran roared angrily.
"Don't look at Alkadiza, Alkadiza can't help you, and you still say that Alkadiza is the future of Nehekhara. I think he is just a waste, a waste that you raised in a greenhouse."
"Shut up!"….
Neferata stretched out her hand, trying to teach her cousin a lesson, but Usoran was not to be outdone and stretched out a huge claw in the shadow.
A huge undead structure fell from the sky, and an arm made of dirt and bone blades stood between the two vampires, forcing them to separate.
Wosolun stood in front of Neferata, giving both the prince and Neferata a warning look.
Under the thin lips, needle-like teeth were exposed, with a smell of undead corpse, the old vampire said to Neferata.
"You are a woman whose mind is filled with those boring things. That is to say, I still need you now, so I will help you."
As he spoke, his pale and dry eyes looked at the prince on the other side.
"I want a large number of souls and corpses, at least in the thousands. I don't know when you and Neferata will be completely together. The so-called prince will not have any objections."
Arkadiza frowned, looked at Wosolun, and questioned.
"Can you defeat that demon?!"
Compared with the statue that is said to have divine power, the U***t is much larger. The giant-like demon has exceeded his imagination of the enemy.
With just one blow, the temple wall made of a large number of thick, magically strengthened stones could break open a crack that was fully fifty meters wide.
He even wondered whether Nagash, the notorious usurper, could handle such an enemy.
"You can give it a try."
There was a look of confidence in Wosolun's pale, dry eyes.
Although, the mana he currently has is not even enough to summon a zombie.
Stretching out his withered fingers, Wosolun grabbed Usuoran's claws that stretched out from the shadow in front of him.
"Go to the library and call all my apprentices over. Also, let your soldiers fly to this warehouse and move everything inside. We should still have some time before the devil comes to fight."
Wusuoran was about to flap his wings, but immediately, Wusuoran exuded an icy cold air and stopped him.
"Also, take your dead bird and let me go to the pyramid of the past kings of Lahmia."
"Didn't you prepare your soul and flesh just now? What are you going to do?"
The sharp-toothed bat monster hiding in the shadows, which no longer looked like a humanoid, asked as he spoke.
He summoned his flying mount using magic words. The speed of this undead creation was far faster than the structure just created by Wosolun.
"That's just a means of decisive victory. I also need a means that can delay time."
Wasolen explained.
His magic power is too low, far less than the rat monster he saw just now.
Although each time he could resist his attack with far less mana than the rat monster, and he could even use the structure to make the rat monster escape in the end, such magic control skills were still no match for such a huge magic energy source.
The souls and corpses he requested were only used to replenish mana and materials so that he could create magical creations that could defeat the demon, and all of this took time.
None of them knew when the devil would come back to fight.
"You mean?"
Wu Suoran walked out of the shadows, revealing his tall and strong pale muscles, long white hair and blood-colored eyes.
His brows were raised, as if he couldn't believe what Wosolun was saying.
Wosolun looked directly into Wusuoran's eyes and said.
"I used to be a priest of the funeral sect, and I wanted to awaken the Dark Knight."
"They can buy enough time for my undead engine. With my newly created magic structure, they should be able to kill the demon just now."
Usuoran shrugged and flapped his wings and took off into the air. In the air, a sarcastic Nehekhara language remained.
"Fortunately, the covenant was destroyed by Nagash. Otherwise, I don't think the gods would let you, a pious priest, go."
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