Mazdamudi, if you don’t count the first-generation Slann who has been mummified, he is the most powerful mage still alive.

There is no one.

Even with the blessing of the spiritual vein network, no mortal can tear an entire moon into pieces solely with the power of magic.

Whether it is the star dragon summoning meteorites or the Skaven pulling the moon, they are just borrowing the power of those substances themselves.

You only need to use magic to add a little ΔV to these flying objects that they don't have, and you can guide them to fall to the planet.

And tearing apart the moon, which is as big as an entire continent, is a completely different level.

Mazda Moody's red skin is covered with black spots.

A large dark green gem as big as a small table board is inlaid on the gold plaque above his head. Four of the square gems are emitting the same bright yellow light as his eyes.

His eyes were very impatient, as if he had been disturbed by something.

After Eski searched his lowest level of memory, he immediately knew that during this period, Mazdamudi had not yet made a decision to cleanse other races, and was still meditating with his brothers to comprehend the great teachings of the ancient saints.

Planning is the main thing.

Now, his eyes are not on himself, but behind him.

Turning back, he was indeed a strange Slan. His eyes also exuded the purified magic aura.

Is it that fifth-generation Slan?

Although the fear of death made Eski unconsciously swallow a mouthful of saliva, he still tried his best to use his efforts to release his consciousness and use the language of the lizard people better.

"Your grand plan has failed! The ancient saint's grand plan has failed from the moment the two-pole portal collapsed!"

Seeing that there was no movement from Mazdamudi and Colermo, Esky repeated these words noisily several times.

Finally, Mazdamudi's eyes finally turned to Eski.

"Shakota? No..."

Although he couldn't really tell where the pair of eyes full of magic aura were looking, Eski clearly felt that the rune system in his body was being spied on.

Soon, the snooping stopped, and there was a clear smoke on Mazdammoudi's face.

"The Fallen!"

The lizard language muttered like thunder was passed from Mazdamudi's mouth to Esky's ears. This was the first time he spoke in a way other than telepathy.

Eski looked at Master Ma in panic as he raised his paw, wondering, is this about killing the rat!?

Immediately, he shouted sharply.

"Wait a minute, I have important information!"

"The Ancient Saint has foreseen the ultimate destruction of the world, so he evacuated this place. The big plan has really failed! This planet is like a piece of driftwood floating in a dirty ocean."

"Whether it is you, the sons of the ancient saints, or other races, you all need to fight against chaos in order to survive on this small piece of driftwood."

This is all true. The so-called gods are just concepts born in the Chaos Demon Realm like the Four Gods of Chaos.

The so-called divine power is nothing more than revising the rules of the world through the original wind of magic that continues to flow into the Chaos Demon Realm based on the emotions that one is born with.

However, Eski didn't expect that the words he thought would change Master Ma's attitude would almost make Mazdammoudi's eyes look unchanged at him, and even become more indifferent.

He seemed to ask again, are you finished?

For a moment, Eski felt that the surrounding jungle seemed to be quiet. Under the blue green leaves, no cheerful insects could be heard.

Almost in the next second, a bright and holy yellow-white light shone in Master Ma's hands.

Eski immediately ran towards the rear, but with Master Ma's casting speed, all this was in vain.

Looking back, the bright yellow color quickly magnified in Eski's eyes, passing through the branches of the jungle, and the power that almost evaporated the shrubs reached Eski's money almost in an instant.

Until the end, Esky was only able to summon the spiked Soul Tongue of Slaanesh from his soul and block it in front of him.

Following a burst of green smoke that was completely dispersed by the yellow light, Eski's figure had completely disappeared from where it was previously.

Mazdamudi just snorted coldly and looked at his brother, Colermo.

It is now that they need to communicate some important things.

For example, why have I been unable to contact you for such a long time?

For example, why can I contact you now?

For example, why did Colermo contact him in a place where he had never appeared before.

Another example is where the heretical souls brought in by remote communication this time came from.

This discussion still took too long, and even before he started asking, Mazdamudi felt as calm as if he had entered a meditative state.

The Slanns were having intensive exchanges, and on the wasteland at the foot of Cripple Peak, the white-furred bat rat gradually opened its eyes, and then immediately turned over and lay on the ground.

The pain of his soul being torn apart made Esky lie on the ground, retching in pain, and then kept vomiting some liquid that was like water. The protruding veins on his head looked like they were about to explode at any time.<

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Fortunately, even though the pain never eased, Esky was able to adapt to it very quickly. It might even be better to say that the pain became numb.

Not long ago, at the last moment when Master Ma attacked him, he had no choice but to try to block it with the tongue of Slaanesh's spell.

But what surprised him was that when the Tongue of Slaanesh blocked Master Ma's attack, it instantly connected with the Demon Realm of Chaos.

Esky's consciousness immediately followed the survival instinct, grasped the hope of survival, and used this as a coordinate to initiate teleportation.

Fortunately, he was able to escape from that space by relying on his connection with the Chaos Demon Realm.

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Unfortunately, before his body or soul body was completely transferred, Master Ma's spell had already hit Eski's side, causing that part of his body to be severely damaged.

Esky remembered that before the teleportation was completed, his right kidney and a large portion of his limbs, including his spine, had been completely destroyed.

Although I still don’t know whether the jungles of Mazdamudi and Lustria that appeared just now are real or virtual using magic.

But there is a high probability that it is the latter, and it can capture the soul of the victim.

Holding on to the pain in his head, back and abdomen, Esky's gaze began to extend to every corner of the battlefield with the help of the grass seeds that could be contacted outside.

I don't know when the lizardman army started, but they have already begun to attack across the board. Without the incarnation of the gods, the Chaos army is like a chicken and a dog, being crushed to death by the Triceratops that poured out of the camp in large numbers.

Even a small number of Chaos Warriors wearing full body armor were killed by skinks deftly piercing the gaps in their armor.

Wherever the lizardmen and the human front line passed behind them, a large number of warriors wearing super heavy armor like plate armor gathered together, in the form of corpses.

Just the armor of these corpses, Esky felt that it was several times or even ten times better than the products in his factory.

However, under the current circumstances, it is impossible for him to recycle those things.

The wind of life slowly flowed from the earth. With a slight suppression of will and the flattery of the wind of magic, this gentle, cool spring water covered Eski's whole body with his will.
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The cool touch spread to his body, and Eski even had the illusion that he had really recovered.

But all this is an illusion. Eski can clearly feel that even if he moves the part of the wind of life that is not moving smoothly, he will fall into severe pain that is almost the same as before.

This kind of pain felt as if all the internal organs in his body were knotted and squeezed against each other, and even his bones felt as if they were being constantly rubbed by something sharp and jagged.

What worried him the most was that he soon discovered that the numbness he felt before was not numbness at all.

Looking at the flashing runes of Slaanesh on his hand, Esky immediately understood that it was this thing that gradually numbed the pain he could not bear, and might eventually turn this feeling into happiness.

He immediately and vigilantly drew several triangular symbols representing the horned rat on the back of his paws. However, perhaps to resist him, after he drew these symbols, the wound actually conveyed a message to him.

A feeling similar to an electric shock all over the body.

"Oh-oh, shit. Sharish, you don't have martial ethics, are you serious?!"

But this complaint did not stop the strange feeling. Esky could only immediately open the flesh in that place and burn the mark of the horned rat deeply into the flesh there.

When I raised my head again, the situation was finally better.

Only then did Eski have time to pay attention to his old rival.

What made him funny was that the originally arrogant Rotten Bones on top of the black pyramid actually fell into a coma like Eski before.

It seems that the consciousness is also dragged into other regions by the lizard people.

As a golden light was projected into the sky again in the lizardman camp, Eski knew that it was the lizardman's engine of the gods that was charging again.

If this idiot Nagash doesn't wake up as soon as possible, he may really be killed by an attack from the sky.

It's just that at this time, Esky couldn't really laugh.

The injury to his soul left him no time to think about collecting Nagash's ashes and sealing them.

Anything else is unnecessary for Esky, whose soul is filled with pain at this moment.

He must recuperate.

The green smoke disappeared along with the figure of the engineering warlock, but right next to a miner in the underground empire, a wild engineering warlock descended from the sky to his side.

"Take me back to the clan."

Eski ordered the miner rat who was mining unceremoniously.
To be continued...