"Shut up, you are saying this in front of a devout believer of the Horned Supreme!"

The rat-headed Slaanesh demon approached him, its soft long tongue retracted from the air, and Slaanesh's wrinkled nose was full of impatience.

"Don't get me wrong, you are not that important, Questelta."

With that said, he pushed the great engineering warlock and his servants out of the cafeteria.

"I'm leaving. I will report everything to the Chief Engineer Warlock. Maybe I will use the remote caller to report everything tonight."

The embarrassed great engineering warlock bared his white fangs and tried to threaten. Perhaps considering how weak his current strength was, his legs were trembling constantly.

Bisis flicked his tail, and the purple spiked tail whip hit the great engineering warlock, whipping him further.

"It's up to you, Great Engineer Warlock, I said, you are not that important."

With that said, Bisis sat down on the rat body chair that had been prepared and continued to develop the next slave rat without looking at Questelta again.

Different from the atmosphere here, Esky is busy restoring the production line amid the stronger Slaanesh corrosion.

Slaanesh sent a large number of Daemon Engines, which gave Esky a stable power source fueled by soul pain.

By relying on these power sources to develop generators and drive Skaven's characteristic motors, we can get an electrified production line that is far more advanced than in the past.

It's just that Esky is not proficient in all subjects, and the generator on the Demon Engine is too inefficient, so that this electrified production line cannot give him even the production capacity of the nineteenth century.

At the same time, workers had to work in the corrosive environment of Slaanesh, which further reduced the production capacity of the Skryre clan factory.

"Standard weapons must be changed. Halberd weapons can only enhance the chisel and drag capabilities, and are only suitable for units with weak combat capabilities. For the enhanced rune black bones, they should be changed to ax guns."

Esky muttered to himself while working on a new design drawing at his desk.

The very serious problem at present is that judging from the frontline combat situations reported by various units, the effectiveness of the halberd is no longer as effective as the homemade mace that the soldiers are trying to make.

Even mining picks, shovels and the like are more effective than halberds.

As a low-threshold weapon, the ax gun is much more durable than the halberd, and it can also be used as a blunt weapon.

Speaking of which, just from the memory that the executioner of Harganxi also used a similar weapon, I should have thought that this kind of weapon is quite useful in this world.

"It's hard to say. Storm rats may not be able to adapt to this kind of weapon, and for their bodies that have been strengthened by divine power, they should use war hammers."

Esky thought to himself and designed the warhammer on another drawing.

The drawings were constantly improving, and the representation of those black bones and skeletons appeared in Esky's mind, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the bones of Nagash are not wearing plate armor, but only scale armor. The dome armor structure cannot resist blunt weapons, otherwise firearms must be popularized.

With the help of magic vision, and based on the general clan rats and his own body structure, Esky completed the design of the counterweight, length and shape within an hour.

He raised his hand to put the stack of drawings aside and took out a new piece of rat skin paper.

In addition to the problems with long weapons, short weapons also have big problems. Facts have proved that swords are also not effective on skeletons.

More powerful bludgeoning weapons are still needed to deal with those strengthened skeletons.

"The sword and shield soldier was changed to an ax shield soldier, and the shield was improved to be fixed on the left arm."

As he spoke, Eski's scattered thoughts began to turn into words that even the Slaanesh believers on the side could not quite hear clearly.

In the increasingly strong aura of corruption, maybe this guy's degree of corruption has deepened?

The followers of Slaanesh thought, kept silent, and continued to work lazily on their hands. Only a few of them worked very hard, and seemed to regard suffering as a kind of happiness.

A few hours later, a large stack of blueprints was piled on Ikrit's wine table in the Rikek clan's camp.

"If we speed up production, we can redress the first batch of troops within five days."

"I think weapons such as two-handed swords can be temporarily stored in the future until we need to fight against living things."

While drinking, Eski introduced it to Ikrit.

But Ikrit didn't seem to care much.

"The improvement and production of weapons is still secondary. You have to solve the problem of materials yourself."

As he spoke, a large number of applications for supplies were handed to Eski.

These things show that the underground fortress is quite lacking in wood.

The current damage rate of weapons on the front line has exceeded past expectations, and a large number of halberds have been cut off by the power of skeletons. This was something that was never considered in the past.

On the battlefield, unless the opponent is given the opportunity to chop down the halberd pole with all his strength, it is difficult to cut off the halberd pole made of wood, but this does happen.

This makes the Skaven's current wood supply even worse.

The hundreds of kilometers around the underground fortress, including Side 1 of Eski, do not produce high-quality wood, at best there are only some shrubs.

High-quality wood has to be collected and transported by the Slippery Clan from different strongholds in the east and west.

"In the past, I would have made a wood press and used hay and shrubs to make barely usable wood, but now, I don't have to worry so much."

Looking at Eski's expression, Ikrit curled up his nose and put on a suspicious look.

"So it has something to do with your factory? That pink mist? What's going on? I remember the Gray Prophet said last time that it was heresy."

The engineering warlock waved his paws indifferently.

"That is the corruption of the devil, but I need the materials and equipment provided by the devil to maintain frontline production. Isolating that area is enough."

As he spoke, Eski raised his two paws, and three different marks were clearly visible.

"This is the heretical mark of that devil, but the mark of the Big Horned Rat has not disappeared at the same time. This proves that the Big Horned Rat wants to see my performance on the stage."

Seeing that Ikrit was speechless for a long time with his mouth wide open, Eski placed his wine glass on the table.

"Never mind that, what are the battle losses on the front line?"

"Less than a thousand clan rats are lost every day, but these are all blessed by divine power. I have to transfer the inferior soldiers from the scattered small strongholds. The loss in recent days has even been close to two

Thousands."

Ikrit filled himself a glass of wine.

"If there are casualties like this every day, I think our casualties this year will really reach hundreds of thousands or even millions."

Although the absolute number on the front line is only tens of thousands, with thousands of casualties every day, as well as subsequent continuous replenishment and continued consumption, it is indeed not impossible for casualties to reach hundreds of thousands.

"If it becomes like that, the parliament will never allow it to continue to be consumed. Even now, the parliament is putting pressure on me."

Ikrit sighed and said again.

"I had to send a large amount of warpstone to the big city to hire speakers and lobby for us in the parliament, so that the assistance could continue."

Esky shook his head, waved a piece of good news in front of Ikrit's eyes, and said.

"The report said that Nagash's structures have suffered a lot of wear and tear. I don't believe that his offensive will continue forever."

"Even if he acquires god-like magical abilities, he still needs to rest. Apart from chaos, there will never be a perpetual motion machine in this world."

However, this is not necessarily true, and Esky is not sure.

Speaking of Dacheng, he suddenly thought of a person, their acquaintance in Dacheng, Wersky.

"What did Wilsky say?"

Ikrit wrinkled his pink nose.

"I haven't heard from him for a long time."

Blue light appeared in Eski's eyes, and after a while, he said.

"Then he might stab us in the big city. I have only been here for a few months and I feel like I am in prison. He might think so too."

"So, your orator, it's best to tie us up with Versky."

Esky tapped his paw on the table and then took it back.

He knew that the logic of his statement was not perfect, and the evidence that Wilsky could stab him was actually the history retrieved in his mind.

Fortunately, Ikrit didn't suspect anything and just nodded.

"You're right, when the stickman monster's offensive stops, I'll go there myself."

A burst of rapid footsteps suddenly passed back and forth between the camps. The messengers made several large circles in a maze-like arrangement before finally arriving in front of Ikrit.

Before he could calm down his breath, the ordering soldier gasped.

"Report! A large number of skeletons have appeared in an abandoned killing cave in front of the fourth mining area and need to be cleaned."

"Ask the Gray Seers to clean up immediately."

With that said, another messenger who was waiting outside the tent immediately ran away.

Eski frowned and said nothing. Judging from the current situation, he and the underground disaster lord cannot take action, otherwise Nagash may not be able to sit still.

Perhaps it was because of this that Nagash relied on conventional military power to launch uninterrupted attacks.

Thinking of those densely packed black-bone skeletons that were not moldy, agile and powerful, Eski spat.

"Added together the large and small passages, the maximum enemy contact area on the front line is less than 300 people. As long as my individual flamethrowers are produced, these skeletons will not be a problem at all."

"Although the machines, materials, and even labor are sufficient, the parts process of this thing is still a bit more complicated than previous products. It will take me at least about two or three months."

"But in order to make the parliament look better, during these few months, I think we still need some temporary measures, such as setting fires."
To be continued...