Green energy and purple-black energy intersect, producing a strange purple-white color in the sky. The light shines on the sea below, reflecting the sea below like dawn in a storm.

Without paying attention to the movement in the sky, Mirza lowered his head and made a second dimension stone bomb.

It will take at least ten minutes to complete the warpstone bomb on the copper shell, and it will take at least twenty minutes to perfect them.

Fortunately, he had already prepared enough materials when he made the first bomb. Now he just needs to turn them into usable finished products.

Otherwise, the time required will be greatly extended.

A paw was placed on his shoulder, causing him to stop his carving movements. When he turned around, he saw a white paw. When he looked up, it was Eski.

"My spells have been canceled out, and the chaotic energy has been disrupted, making it impossible for the Great Horned Rat to continue to display its divine power."

After taking a look at the scene in the sky, the energy chaos under the second vision was still obvious. Mirza lowered his head again and continued his work.

"I saw it. You release another dimensional wind roar, and it's only 300 meters away."

Looking at Mirza's actions, Eski slowly pointed at the harpy in the sky, cursing everything around him in his heart, whether it was Mirza, the elves, Ekchi, or the harpy.

No matter what, they are all damned things.

Such a devout prayer to the horned rat does not seem to evoke the despicable god who likes to roll in his own excrement three thousand years later.

On his fingertips, the green light flashed and then went out. Esky put down his fingers, closed his eyes, and tried to draw more power from the wind of magic.

Looking at the weak white-haired rat, Mirza stopped what he was doing, raised his paws and looked at the phantom in the sky.

Although he didn't dare to be interested in hairless monsters, the things in the sky could interest him. This was more attractive than Tyrell's soft-haired female wolves to clan rats that had no mating rights.

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This is the Son of Chaos, a charming and twisted, cruel and bloodthirsty animal.

Another green storm mixed with purple lightning enveloped the surroundings of the Harpy.

The high-speed storm made it impossible for their strong muscles to carry them forward. Lightning struck the unfortunate Sons of Chaos from time to time, and they dropped rapidly toward the sea below with their wings hanging down.

Eski looked at the fallen banshees, revealing their sharp white teeth.

His spirit was severely exhausted, and he felt that there was not much chaotic energy left in his body. He greeted the clan rats.

"Go to my room and bring that lead box over."

The nails and metal continued to be in close contact. Perhaps because the chaotic energy was not enough, the carving this time made the sound of sour teeth.

The green light at the fingertips dimmed, and white sparks flashed on the bottom shell of the cannon.

"Warpstone."

Mirza threw a dimensional stone the size of his little finger from the bag on his waist, and it was caught by Esky's white claws.

He closed his eyes and blocked his vision, leaving only the feeling of second vision. The light that originally passed through the paws and reflected the paws in red gradually dimmed, and the chaotic energy flowed into every cell of the body along the skin of the hands. The original

The fatigue seems to be swept away.

Esky knows that this is an illusion, an illusion that all mages will feel when the magic energy is full.

In the sky, another large amount of purple-black energy appeared, disrupting Mirza's spell again.

Eski raised his white-haired paws. His originally soft hair was now completely knotted, and he might need a lot of slave rats to take care of it later.

The white-haired engineer warlock showed a stern look, raised his staff on the deck, and pointed at the harpy in the sky.

Thirteen dimension stone synapses form a cycle of chaotic energy. They amplify and resonate with each other, and evoke the magical power of the Horned Rat with the magic of numbers.

The entire sky visible to the naked eye was filled with violent green winds, and the purple electric light turned the night sky into an insurmountable cage.

The white-haired engineer warlock quickly succumbed. This spell truly drained all his chaotic energy.

He didn't dare to extract the magical wind around him, as those things were used to supply the power cabin.

The clan rats carried the heavy lead box to the deck, and Eski pushed the clan rats away and opened it like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

The green dimension stone in the lead box still shines brightly even in the dark night, and the green light is like candles, illuminating the aft deck.

The currency of the Skaven is the wealth of the engineer warlocks and the source of mana.

Each of these coins pressed with warpstone allows a mage to easily cast a large-scale spell.

More chaotic energy, the two coins gradually dissipated in Esky's claws. The green chaotic energy made him feel at ease, and every cell was filled with energy again.

But this was not enough to restore his spirit. Even the action of extracting energy just now caused his mind to endure continuous pain.

The storm in the sky is still continuing. The green wind is like a blade, cutting wounds on the body of the banshee. Blood drips from the sky like rain, and feathers are scattered all over the sky.

The Son of Chaos originally had pink skin alternating with white skin, but now only blood red remains.

Those unfortunate people who were struck by thunder are even more lucky at this time.

At least they had a good time.

Blood-colored banshees continued to fall from the sky, and one of them only landed a few dozen meters away. Captain Storm Rat suddenly said.

"What a waste. The food looks delicious. I haven't had such tender ingredients in a long time."

He wiped his saliva. As a storm rat living on the sea, he had eaten the meat of hairless monsters, the meat of dwarf things, and even the mushroom-flavored green skin, but he really didn't know what this birdman's

How does the meat taste?

Only pointy-eared things and beastmen have this kind of birdman. The former cannot defeat it, and the latter has no chance of encountering it.

Yes, there are also pointy-eared things, which he has no chance to eat. These high-end products are always used as slaves for higher-level ratmen.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Eski without trace.

This white-haired engineer warlock is one of those rat men who enjoy pointy-eared gadgets.

"There will be food in the future."

Eski noticed his gaze and said perfunctorily, continuing the carving work at hand. The bottom shell of the cannonball was finished just now. This is the broken coil at the bottom of the barrel.

Eating intelligent races is very common in this world. He has also eaten these things, even when he was a child. Rat people seem to have a special physique. Different foods they eat will develop different traits.
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In order for him to grow strong, Alclin fed him a lot of dwarf meat.

Yes, he thought about this. The meat of the harpy is very hard. This kind of meat can indeed be used as food for feeding young rats.

Moreover, their fertility rate should be much higher than that of dwarves.

When will you go to the woods to catch a batch, or learn the taming techniques of dark elves?

The white-haired engineering warlock was thinking about these things that were completely unacceptable to the hairless monster, but the movements of his hands still did not stop.

After a few more minutes, the coil was repaired. He put it into the barrel and carefully pushed it to the bottom. The clerk began to control the wind of metal to reinstall it.

The next step is loading.

"The warpstone bomb is ready."

Mirza stuffed the warpstone bomb into the shell shell, and Eski immediately took over. A small magic caused the two parts of the shell to rub and turn red, and finally connected together.

Now start to complete the final stimulation engraving.

"What is that?"

Mirza exclaimed in surprise, causing Eski to look in the direction of Mirza's gaze.

Purple-black energy began to spread throughout the sky, but it did not seem to be disturbing the dimensional wind howling above the sky.

The energy flow is flowing, beating up and down, and even echoes the chaotic energy that releases the dimensional wind roar and the divine power of the horned rat.

Waves of gray mist, no, not mist, the magical energy began to turn into clouds within sight, and the thick dark clouds began to spread to every corner visible to the naked eye.

Above the sky, the purple light formed by the collision of chaotic energy was also obscured by the thick clouds, and the sea surface that could still be seen clearly became dark again.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the white-haired engineering warlock's eyes were illuminated by light. It was lightning!

Lightning disappeared and appeared in the clouds, and the blue electric light illuminated the sea intermittently. It was different from the purple lightning that roared in the previous dimension. It was produced by borrowing the divine power of the horned rat and Eski's chaotic energy.

Lightning is not that strong.

Through this electric light that would frighten any natural creature, a large cloud of gas swirled towards the sea, just a few kilometers ahead and to the right of Eski's course.

Big raindrops began to fall on the ship. As soon as Esky stretched out his claws, the big raindrops quickly turned into a heavy rain like splashing water, and the ship was shaking disorderly in the turbulent waves.

The ratmen standing on the stern deck all held on to the railings to maintain their balance.

"She must be crazy if there is such a huge storm at sea!"

Thinking about it, Eski grabbed the railing with his tail and began to use his claws to make the final safety mark on the cannonball in the heavy rain.

Just need three more minutes...

"Full right rudder, full right rudder, we have to go to the shore!"

Captain Stormrat shouted at the top of his lungs, but in such a heavy rain, his voice could only be heard clearly by the people around him.

If the messenger rat is not around, no one can convey his orders.

"No, we can't stop. We are three kilometers closer to the coast. Let's continue sailing!"

The white-haired engineer warlock put down the half-finished cannonball and yelled at him, "No matter what, it is a loss that no one who comes ashore can accept.
To be continued...