Watching Nagas and Tsengchi at the same time.

The ignorant black-robed rat pushed the seat of the thirteenth seat back into the darkness, and Eshiriga approached Ecret and whispered.

"The Pillar of the Precepts, I've seen this thing in the documents in the Eski factory."

"What?"

Icret stared at the pillar in front of him in surprise.

How could Esky know about the Bighorn Rat? You know, even a warlord clan like him, he could not understand their gods even if they were a little bit taller than a claw.

He had a conflict with Prophet Grey before. Did he get it from that time? But there is this information in the prophet Grey's ghost-painting talismans? Will Prophet Grey have a big conspiracy in secret?

Countless questions appeared in his mind, but he could not get any answers. The more he thought, the more he realized the simplicity of his past thinking.

Eshiriga slapped his palm on the back of his neck, pulling Ecret back to reality.

"Don't think so much."

The Lord of Defeat whispered, as if he had not seen Ecret's gaze with suspicion at all - the action just now. If Eshiriga wanted Ecret's life, Ecret would have died at that time.

Looking at the members and servants in the house who were eager to try and want to touch the pillars that penetrated the table, the defying Lord continued.

"The bighorn rat chooses the tools of his god-selected person, but in the data recorded by Esky, this thing should not be so short, and there should be thirteen."

"Then is this the credential of the Bighorn Rat's God-Selected Person?"

Icklet asked suspiciously.

"Maybe, Eski said, this is what will be used to screen the thirteen-man parliament in the future."

The lord's claws knocked on the armrest of the Ecret seat.

"Esky's notes record that this gift will accompany death. If you are not selected, Scarven, who touches the pillar of the precept, will die immediately."

This made Ecret lick his teeth and retorted.

"Maybe not, Bighorn Rat let all Scarven touch."

Suddenly, a green light appeared inside the room, so dazzling that Ecret had to cover his eyes.

When his sore eyes opened again, in front of him, the slim clan members and the clans of the Breaking Clan turned into a piece of ashes emitting green light.

"When I didn't say it."

Ecret frowned and then stood up.

"I'll do it first."

He has become aware of it.

If you want to throw away this underground fortress, lose the identity of the commander-in-chief of the Expeditionary Force, and throw away these dimensional stone veins, you will become a spoiled dog in the big city.

It would be better to be here, and it would be easier to be turned into ashes by the divine light of the big-horned rat.

And if you don't die, you will have no hope in your life. Maybe you will have no hope at all.

At this time, just over two thousand meters above his head, the festering white rat dragged his rotten legs and wriggled on the ground, but still couldn't move.

Esky began to regret letting the assassin mouse deploy the bomb just now.

If he cannot find a way to restore his legs and combat ability, he will die today in this place called Nagashzar.

A green rune was built again from the magic circle on the ground, and the severe pain immediately spread to Esky's whole body. His legs, which had already become festered and almost turned into meat paste, also exuded the aroma of barbecue.

In the chaos, it seemed as if Trab's voice was heard.

"You idiot, you cheated me, and it turned out like this today."

Trab's head is obviously not here, what is this?

Esky didn't guess something until the voice of the Immortal One sounded in his heart.

"It's so stupid to let me take a good look at my captives. Have you broken free from your cage?"

The cold will swept across Esky's soul, cutting on his face with deep pain.

"But it's just a trap."

As Nagas's voice fell, the green light beside Eski became more and more vigorous, and the magic circle that had been destroyed by the assassin mouse lit up again.

More small runes crawled to Esky's side and were almost climbing onto Esky's rotten body...

Esky felt that the magic energy in his body was being pulled away rapidly, and the Nurgine plague in the death field that could have suppressed Nagassh's death in pieces.

"There is a constant stream of magic energy, and the magic power in your body will also become my help. Originally, if you didn't want to escape, you wouldn't have become a servant of death so quickly."

Nagasch's cold voice sounded from Esky's heart again.

"Just like this, sinking into despair, a human being from another world, the so-called time traveler."

The consciousness seemed to be about to fall into eternal darkness, and Esky dragged his black eyes and could only roar.

"Big Bone! You're planning to do something about me!"

The magic vision in front of him completely disappeared, Esky's eyes turned black, and his body seemed to fall into soft water, or something else soft.

A smooth limb, something that felt great to the touch, grabbed his festering claws.

A gentle but superimposed together, like the harsh sound of metal and glass rubbing against Esky's ears.

"Owner."

The pain from the eardrum made Esky cover his ears and open his eyes in pain.

He still fell on the ground, and the magic circle that squeezed his magic power did not stop. The outline in front of him could be vaguely seen that it was Mobrière, his former clerk.

"I said, I am now Bisces. I'm lustful."

The clerk stretched out a claw and leaned against his mouth and said coquettishly.

"Do you want to get out of trouble? I can help you, but..."

Esky sneered, causing the dead Nurgle plague between his nose and mouth to fall to the ground, almost using all his strength, said.

"You want it! No matter what the price."

The purple light shone through his whole body, and Esky could immediately feel that Nagasch's connection with the soul here was instantly cut off.

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This thought appeared in the mind uncontrollably, and Esky immediately slapped himself, but it was worth a tingling feeling, without even the pain.

He immediately realized that something had changed.

These thoughts kept coming up with the desire to survive, to avoid the magic above the head, and to escape from this place.

The desire to survive is also considered a desire? Can this kind of thing be alienated and extreme?

If the desire for survival is finally alienated by the most extreme emotions, what will this desire evolve into?

I really dare not think about it. No, I can’t think about it anymore.

Questions appeared in his mind, and trying to force himself not to think in the past, but it also became a luxury.

Esky suddenly discovered that magic no longer worked for his thinking. Even if the magic was released by himself, he had no sense of confrontation.

"After getting involved with Slaanes, you must restrain your desires."

Seeing the previous method, Esky kept muttering to himself.

Perhaps continuous self-hypnosis will have some use?

The missing part on the body is being flowed by purple magic, constantly being completed.

Esky looked down and saw that the part he had just recovered was still soft white hair, not the purple or pink thing he guessed.

"Can you actually repair the places where nergrain has been corroded? Slaanesia is really convenient."

He sighed and turned around and looked over, confirming that there were no strange limbs such as "6"-shaped pliers on his body, and then he turned his head back with relative confidence.

But the clerk is no longer in his original place.

Bissis leaned against his ex-master and hugged him intimately, not caring about the foul smell of Eski carrying the numbness brought by Nurg.

"He has received your creation, it is such a wonderful idea."

"Most half of the disgusting plague garden was destroyed, and another His servant received the antidote to all the sexually transmitted diseases in the world."

Hearing this, Esky finally understood why Bissis came to save him.

The main contradiction between Slaanesh and Nurgre is of course not only STD, but STD is the most symbolic part of it.

If the believers of Slaanes are no longer troubled by the venereal diseases created by Nurgo, the divine power of the gods with a saint number of 6 will definitely be greatly enhanced.

In a sense, it was Zorgo who saved his life.

"This is the reward He has given you."

As Eski's chest stings, Bissis continued.

The same extreme numbness came from the left claw. Esky looked over and gradually showed a pink smoothness, as if a little moon mark was added to the biological female logo and was deeply engraved on the back of the claw.

Bissis popped up a claw, drew a circle of flesh and blood on the chest of Eskai, and continued.
To be continued...