Ikrit ran in panic, trying to escape the death behind him. All the black hair on his armorless body had exploded.
The Gray Seers' efforts failed.
After the violent explosion pushed the rat troll's corpse and the lord, all the corpses of the Plague clan that fell on the ground got up again and attacked in the direction of the trapper and Ikrit.
There was also an attack from the Stickman Monster himself. A green electric light opened a smooth hole on the bodies of the Trapper, the Rat Troll and the rock wall.
There was only one thought left in Ikrit's mind. All the load-bearing structures in this area must be destroyed immediately.
Passing through the broken stones, greasy minced meat, and broken bones, the running paws continued to feel stinging, and the gasping echoed in the head like a war drum. Is it your own or whose?
The chaotic feeling made him speed up the dismantling of the surrounding pillars, and the entire passage began to tremble slightly, which was undetectable to mortals.
Next is the eighth mine.
Ikrit's red eyes looked back. The explosion was so violent that even the explosion that shattered the rock formations failed to kill the stickman. Will the collapse of the Eighth Mine really have any effect?
But now there is no other way.
Unlike the all-out attack on the upper and lower fronts, there was still a peaceful atmosphere in the underground fortress.
It's just that this peaceful atmosphere can only be enjoyed by engineering warlocks. Whether in peacetime or in wartime, the slaves and clan workers of the Skry clan will have no time to rest.
Vacation is an excessive luxury for a race whose life span is only a dozen years.
The production continued smoothly for several hours, and the engineering warlocks who were getting together to eat something good to relieve their anxiety sat down at the dining table. Read the book
Just after letting the slave open a few bottles of wine from the south and beer from the big city, he saw a cyan sedan at the gate of the clan through the wall of the restaurant that was still in the semi-open air.
Eski looked at the familiar corpse with green flames on the sedan, his eyes widened, and he drank all the red wine in the glass.
"Fuck! Nagash?!"
Am I at the Skryre Clan's headquarters, right?
run!
It took less than a second in his mind for Eski to come to a conclusion immediately.
Although he didn't know why he didn't take action for a long time, Nagash, who he judged to be seriously injured, was suddenly able to fight and suddenly appeared in the hinterland of Skaven.
At least lead the battlefield to the square of the black magic plant he created.
"Use teleportation! All the warpstones are on my account! Gather your apprentices and assemble the troops!"
After saying these words, Esky took the lead and disappeared into the restaurant in a puff of green smoke.
Although the engineering warlocks did not have it, under their second vision, the huge magical energy made them feel threatened enough, and green smoke shrouded the restaurant in the smell of warpstone.
"Everyone, stop work, stop work, all workers, all guards, assemble to Factory No. 1, emergency, emergency."
The Rat Roaring Technique spread the voice of Esky, who had just returned to the factory, throughout the Scully station. ....He stepped up to put the last component in his hand into the Rat Lin, and Esky injected his own mana pool into it, activating the energy device that was originally going to undergo a complex activation ceremony.
Perhaps it was Nagash's arrogance or some other reason, but he hadn't heard the sound of the factory being demolished yet.
This also means that there is still some time.
The Guards who came down from upstairs still held a few dice and copper coins in their hands, and were commanded by Eski to become Ratlin's gunners.
"Rat Lindu, come here and aim over there from the factory gate. The steel ingots and the dimension stones are ready, ready to be reloaded at any time."
The ogre in the large shack set up outside the factory still looked confused.
Except for the few who were still shaving bones by the food shelves, a few female ogres wearing breastplates were even still
Toss in the mat underneath for moisture protection.
Shaking his head and ignoring these things, Eski walked directly towards the huge humanoid package on the black magic plant.
Since returning from the hunt that day, Zogor has never taken off his power armor.
The purple things became more and more monstrous, and Zorgol became more and more interested in fighting other ogres, and Eski had to bind him with the dark magic plants that bound Slaanesh's chest.
"Zorgor! The time to fight is coming. You can eat as much as you like without trying to eat the hands and feet of your compatriots."
The chain sword placed aside was handed into Zogor's hands, but the plant's vines still only wrapped around his wrist - his compatriots were still here, and he couldn't be allowed to hurt other ogres casually.
Although in the ogre culture, there is a practice of eating the hands of subordinates to express authority, and the slight corruption of Slaanesh has only deepened this tendency, but Eski still needs the fingers of those fools to operate weapons. .
Glancing at Zogor, who had no special expression on his face and looked quite calm, Eski walked towards the ogre who was originally beside Zogor.
There was a violent explosion at the clan gate in the distance, which was less than two kilometers away. Although the factories of other clans surrounded this part of the core, which could provide some delay, time was running out.
Esky pointed at the more than 4,000 rats who had gathered together in a hurry and brought almost nothing with them.
"You are responsible for escorting my workers to the southern city. Set off immediately. My people will lead the way for you."
"not yet eat."
"You can take all the food reserves with you."
"good."
As the pink fleshy pads of Eski's feet lightly stamped on the ground, and after a huge tremor, a half-foot-wide crack appeared on the ground and the factory wall was removed to facilitate their evacuation.
"Toxide, I have solved Kane's madness for you. Although you betrayed me and stole the elixir of life, I will give you another chance."
After almost finishing all the matters, Eski moved closer to the former Stormvermin commander who was imprisoned in an iron cage in the factory. He had never been cared about before and was just a prisoner.
Toxide only felt a pain in the back of his neck, so he inexplicably increased the weight.
Looking at the jar of white liquid in Eski's hand, he seemed to understand something... The device originally prepared by Mosquita for Eski was loaded on the back of Toxid's neck, with sharp spikes deep in it. It pierced his spinal cord and surrounding blood vessels, and with a snapping sound, the jar of elixir was embedded in the delivery trough.
"This is the injection device for the elixir of life. I am loading it on you now. This jar of medicine can extend your life for thirteen years. Now, fight for me."
"Lead all the guards here and all the workers in the factory to leave Scully's station and run south. Don't look back until you reach Side 1."
"You'd better not let the predators underground and the stray animals hurt my workers. Otherwise you will know the consequences when I come back."
Toxide touched the red mark on his body and said softly.
"Of course, my lord."
"The Guards stay! Everyone else leaves through the evacuation passage at the back and takes the southern tunnel. Guard the troops at the rear!"
After another rattle, Esky continued to move regardless of how others wanted to move, and moved closer to the black phalanx that had been assembled according to height next to Ratlin.
The blue plane of space flashed, and a box painted with black paint fell in front of them.
"These new equipment are not complete yet. All team leaders need to put them on."
As he spoke, Esky used his claws as a knife to cut through the sealed iron seals, and opened the box to reveal the contents.
On the white-painted armor, bright green, dark green, yellow, and blue marks shined at the same time. The right side of the helmet with sharp runes on the top of the head was engraved with the rat language, Iski. fertile
The White Guard.
There were fifteen sets in total, which obviously could not fully equip the 169 Guardsmen in front of them after a rough selection.
After excluding the squad leader, Eski put it on by himself, and the final set was just a matter of finding a Stormvermin who could fit it well.
By the time they all put on their equipment, the departure of the ogres and the stampede of thousands of rats had left nothing but a mess on the ground. Some victims of the unfortunate stampede turned into a puddle of mud and lay on the ground.
The cry of killing, or the sound of running for life, was getting closer and closer, and Nagash was probably less than 300 meters away from here.
Esky then put Zogor down and put the ogre, who had been restrained for a long time and had not taken off the tin cans on his body, but did not produce a stink, on the road outside the factory.
"Now, Zogor, come with me to meet new foods."
"Guards, follow me."
About a hundred meters away, all the forces of the old engineering warlocks were concentrated. Nearly two thousand Storm Rats formed a dense and thick square array, wearing gas masks and spears.
In front of them, three rows of Storm Rats were equipped with special equipment belonging to the old engineering warlock - lightning whips and poison gas bombs.
In the eyes of the rat men, these are the elite of the elite, and they seem to have formed an absolute defensive front.
However, the charred deserters who were killed in front of the formation, and the continuous wailing that could be heard in the distance, seemed to indicate that this effort was just delaying the destruction.
A dozen boxes fell in front of the old engineering warlock. Looking at the weapons that were originally intended to be exported to the small clan, Esky said heartbrokenly. …."Equip all your clan rats with these equipments!"
Looking at the code word above that only those within the Skry clan could understand, the old engineering warlock raised the observer on his eyes, his black eyes widened and shouted.
"This is a problematic weapon!"
"Do you still think your people can survive in front of that kind of thing? Tell them that this is a weapon of the Chaos Gods. Maybe they can get us unexpected reinforcements."
The old engineering warlock changed the subject with considerable resistance.
"Where are the reinforcements from other clans?"
Eski grabbed his paw and scratched him hard until it hurt.
"If Nagash can directly touch our base, how can we expect them? And it's been so long. Nog's factory over there has been completely destroyed. I didn't even see the shadow of reinforcements."
Seeing that the old engineering warlock's expression did not change, Eski threw a bag of dimensional coins into his hand.
"Have your apprentice go to the Council Hall and ring the Screaming Bell."
"That thing is only the Gray Seer."
Esky didn't argue any more and slapped his tail on the floor next to the old engineering warlock.
"Literally, ring that thing and let the whole town hear it!"
"If they still don't come to the rescue, it will be easier for us to deal with the post-war problems."
Before they could finish speaking, with a huge roar, a factory building collapsed amid tremors and smoke. Before the smoke and dust cleared, green flames and Nagash within them appeared in the sight of the rats. .
The spears of the skeletons in the phalanx were flashing with some kind of magical aura, while two beetle-like structures were roaring at the remains of the violently demolished factory.
"Help my Lightning Whip troops break through the lines!"
"Introducing dimensional lightning from an external source into his body can trigger a chain reaction of the dimensional stones in his body. Not to mention killing him, at least it can neutralize his huge mana."
The old engineering warlock explained, and before Eski could even say anything, the Storm Rats rushed out in a horizontal line.
At a running speed that was far faster than that of humans, almost three times the speed, the battle lines of both sides quickly approached.
The poison gas bomb was fired when it was still twenty meters away from Nagash and the skeletons beside him. A large number of skeletons emitted bursts of white smoke under the erosion of black magic by the special poison gas.
remove
After removing those obstacles, Stormvermin, whose fighting spirit was at an all-time high, waved the lightning whip in his hand and lassoed Nagash.
The green flames in Nagash's eyes became more intense. Wherever he looked, all the lightning whips flashing green light emitted a burst of sparks and then completely collapsed.
An engineering warlock apprentice mixed in the team tried to launch a howling war wind at close range. Nagash just glanced at him, and the engineering warlock apprentice's eyes widened. After a few seconds, his body fell limply to the ground.
"What!"
The old engineering warlock's eyes widened.
Forget about the useless Clan Rats before, these Storm Rat troops equipped with the best equipment turned out to be like this!
You must know that even in Skaven City, a Stormvermin company is a force that cannot be underestimated, and it is enough to suppress the slave rebellion in an entire region. .... In the endless fear, he remembered the message he left before coming to this place. Dozens of engineering warlocks were killed in the hands of the necromancer in front of him without any effort.
Esky swung him back.
"Ring the Screaming Bell! Go yourself."
"Cowardly old thing! You don't have to appear on the battlefield anymore!"
Green smoke exploded, and the old engineering warlock quickly disappeared from the battlefield.
"Ratlin! Shoot!"
As Eski's order was issued, the White Guards pushing the Guards opened fire without even taking into account the friendly forces in front.
Hundreds of bullets streaked through the air, green steam trails appearing and disappearing instantly, passing through the rat-man fragments and blood mist in front of them, and quickly arrived in front of Nagash.
However, those things hit the black bones and erupted with a burst of sparks, causing the necromancer opposite to hold his claws angrily.
A barrier of flames appeared beside him, and then his eyes covered with green flames were able to fall on those things that quickly entered the flames and then melted into molten iron.
"Fantie's attack?"
The withered muscles at the corners of Nagash's mouth were slightly raised, and with a slight movement of his claws, the rapidly rotating steel cones stopped in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Eski's hair stood on end, and the hair all over his body exploded, like a ball of white catkins, and he ordered the ogre behind him.
"Zorgor! Kill him!"
"He doesn't look good."
Zogor replied, completely showing no intention of fighting.
Esky had no choice but to deploy a dimensional force field barrier, barely blocking the bullet reflected by Nagash, and shouted into the void.
"Chaos Gods! Shalish! Korn! Xinliji! Naige!"
"There will be no more creatures in your playground to rejoice in God's grace, no more creatures to fear God's punishment! No matter what it is! We need reinforcements!"
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How can Tao survive when things perish?
