The witch's soul is wailing, but her body is reluctantly saying.

"It's you."

"Hahahaha..."

The white-haired engineering warlock laughed loudly, nailed the scribe whose spine had been severed to the mast, and wiped the stains on the paws cleanly on the witch's skin.

Only then did Eski become interested in taking a closer look at the panel that appeared around her.

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Individual: Orilon

Age: 1573 years old

HP:341/3211

Magical wind reserve: 8

Armor strength: 0

Leadership:61/82

Movement speed: 47

Melee attack:51

Melee defense: 63

Weapon power:331

Charge bonus: 10

Troop range:~

Remote killing:~

Ammo capacity:~

Individual characteristics:

Special protection 15%, magic resistance 10%, physical resistance 5%, remote resistance 15%

Killing attainments, killing expertise, skilled spellcasting, genius, keenness, self-confidence, enterprising spirit

==

So many buffs?

And, it’s strange.

Eski vaguely remembered that on the panel that he had scanned during the previous battle, the feature bar under this one was completely ??? and now it turned into a very specific description.

Is it because her soul is already in hand? Or is it because of something else?

No, wait, the spell just now was given by Tzeentch, no, it was given by the idea in his mind, maybe... there is really a backhand arranged by him?

The panel is most likely caused by him, so now, isn’t he responsible for this elf’s soul?

The halberd stabbed into the pads of Mobrier's claws again. Just now, Eski spotted it sneaking around from the corner of his eye.

"My dear secretary, even now, you are still dishonest."

There is a smile on the white-haired engineering warlock's lips, and anyone can see that underneath his cheerful smile, he is full of anger.

Doing this kind of work when he wants to sleep really means that you want him to die quickly.

"Why didn't I expect that someone like you would want a mage slave? Slaanesh has really developed all your desires."

Esky slashed his halberd downward again, and after piercing Mobrier's body, he began to cut vigorously.

The clerk wailed and shed tears, and made a sound of joy in his love. The long purple-black tongue hung down feebly, and its saliva dripped from the tip of the forked tongue.

Because it is a follower of Slaanesh, even though the spine has been severed, other nerve networks that have grown out can still make it feel pain.

Soon, a mass of something separated from its body, fell to the ground and turned into a bloody mass.

Exuberance of sex will cause disaster, and cutting will cure it permanently.

The white-haired engineer warlock drew out his sharp blade, wiped it on the clerk's gray robe, and said.

"Okay, that's it for this punishment. Let's talk about other issues."

As he spoke, Eski used his sharp claws to cut the scars on Mobrier's hands and feet. The wound that originally leaked red blood had given birth to new skin, but this time, it became more ferocious and open.

Sexual wounds.

Cutting meat with claws is different from cutting meat with a knife. The latter just cuts the meat, but the claws are meant to grab every connected muscle fiber and blood vessel segment, and there is also a little nerve tissue mixed in.<

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It is not easy to cut the bones, but you can easily remove the clerk's left leg with your claws by scratching off the entire outside of the joint, and then reaching in to break off the tissue structure inside.

At this time, the white-haired engineering warlock raised his head and asked.

"What is the magic you use to control her? If you don't tell me, I will extract your soul and burn it for eternity. You will never let your gods give you any pleasure."

After speaking, Eski smiled and continued to remove its right leg.

Calcining souls is also a threat that Slaanesh poses to his followers. This punishment is more serious than anything else for followers of Slaanesh, even though he cannot do it at all.

But after seeing his method just now, as long as the secretary cannot know his inner thoughts, he will probably be fooled. This plan is very good, no matter what the result is, the white-haired engineering warlock will adopt it.

Mobrier, who had lost his legs, had dull eyes and spoke in a voice that had become hoarse. His tone still contained the unique charm of a Slaanesh believer.

"I said, it's in the third volume of those books, in the sixth section about the soul."

"There are no two sixes. It seems you didn't lie to me?"

The engineer warlock still had a skeptical tone in his mouth, but he had no time to chat with Mobrier.

Bang bang——push——whoosh——

A violent explosion! As well as the fragments brought by the explosion, there were more precise arrows hitting the clan rat who just probed its head.

Seven arrows shot towards Eski as if they had eyes, but were blocked by the dimensional stance that had not dissipated.

But this is not something to be happy about. Eski has already seen the tragedy caused by the explosion just now. A gap was directly blown out of the side of the ship next to the deck, and the turbulent sea can be directly seen from the gap.

The white-haired engineering warlock immediately stepped on the body of the manticore at the stairs and boarded the stern of the ship. Sure enough, those elven ships had entered within two kilometers.

Why?! That storm shouldn't have happened so quickly.

In an instant, he remembered something.

Looking up towards the top of the mast, I saw a circular notch on the upper end of the main mast. The cut was as smooth as tofu cut with a knife.

That was the spell released by Orilon before he fell into the sea. The woman destroyed the arcane node and tried to obliterate him with the space spell released by the principle of magic imbalance.

But obviously, due to his timely response, Orillon only took away half of the mast and the sail hanging on it.

In this case, it is impossible to escape by sailing.

However, there is another way.

Eski looked at the witch on the middle deck who had not made any move.

A reloading time passed. It seemed that the elves fleet in the distance did not receive any counterattack. The elves did not launch a second round of attacks. So, that means they thought their witches had succeeded?

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No, no, Esky rejected the idea again.

He has experienced the feeling of the elf's weapon being locked. With that kind of perception, it is impossible not to know that the witch has failed.

While he was thinking about it, the white-haired engineer warlock had already escorted his new slave onto the stern deck.

The new clan rat on the deck was greeted by him and climbed onto the mast with a black rope.

Since there are no new blows, then.

"I didn't expect that."

Eski whispered in the witch's ear. He was less than 1.7 meters tall, so he had to stand on the railing to make such a posture.

It was only at this time that he realized that he was still underage!

Orillon's body slowly moved upwards, and the restraints on the witch were connected to the ropes that the clan rats had just taken.

This was the idea of ​​the white-haired engineering warlock. He decided to hang the witch on the mast to warn the elf ships coming from behind, just like Robinson Crusoe used the body of a wild cat to warn other wild cats.

This is also a good plan. The engineer warlock thought that if the elves give up, then everything will be easy. If the elves don't, he has other alternative plans.

Streams of light flashed across the sea, and the Elf ships opened fire again.

In a hurry, Esky could only melt a few more dimensional stones to give himself and the clan rats on the mast a dimensional stance.

The explosion occurred again on the starboard side, and Eski could clearly feel the ship's hull beginning to tilt.

Although these two explosions, for unknown reasons, did not target the waterline below the hull, the imbalance in the center of gravity caused by the fallen ship plates was enough to cause such changes in the hull.

Esky rushed to the stern of the ship, let out a sharp roar at the distant ships, and also used the scream technique.

This is enough for two ships within two kilometers and two kilometers away to hear his anger.
To be continued...