It seems that, unlike his owner, he cannot repair his injuries.

But, it’s very strange, what did his master do? Did he go to kill Mirza and he hasn’t been killed yet?

Now it’s time to kill him and finish him off.

Walking towards the railing, I saw Mirza jumping over while holding on to the side of the boat. He didn't mean to be in a fight at all.

Meanwhile, Mirza asked with a complicated expression.

"Eski, is that your clerk?"

His thumb pointed backwards.

Only then did Eski remember that before he fell into the water, he saw Mobrier behind the witch. When he came up just now, he saw nothing.

Looking in the direction of the witch, Mobrier didn't know when he jumped on the witch and grabbed the witch with his claws, tongue and tail on his back. Purple light appeared in his eyes.

"Hehehe~"

Originally, it was very inappropriate for Mobrier to have such a laugh.

But now Mobrier's whole body was filled with a strange pink light, his skin became as slippery as a loach, and his long tongue stuck out, like a small purple snake. This kind of laughter was disgusting but appropriate.

Pink and purple runes began to appear on the witch's body. The witch slapped Mobrier's claws desperately, but could do nothing.

What kind of spell is this? I think I know it, or not?

Inexplicable thoughts popped up in my mind, and then I gave an inexplicable answer.

This is a spell that imprisons the soul.

Intuition... No, this is not just intuition, the idea in his mind also gave him something even more suspicious.

These are two spells, about the method of tampering with the soul's ownership midway, and the spell to imprison the soul that seems to be different from the one Mobrier is using.

However, it doesn’t matter so much.

Eski patted his head and looked at the transformation on the field.

The runes that should belong to Slaanesh have already covered the witch's upper body and are about to rush towards the witch's head.

Even if these things are sent by Tzeentch, the white-haired engineering warlock will not refuse them. He does not want the scribe who was originally under control to suddenly get something like the soul of an elf witch.

You’ve learned spells from Tzeentch’s books anyway, why do you still care about this?!

Esky clenched his fist and crushed the dimension stone into powder.

Although warpstones are strong enough to be used as drill bits, they can be easily turned into powder by mages.

Using these powders, the tips of the two paws of the white-haired rat also turned green, and then the two paws changed color again, drawing blue-purple and pink-purple spell words in the air.

While the movements of his hands continued, the white-haired engineer warlock began to work on his mouth.

Eski muttered spells and incantations that no one could understand in a low voice. This was not Anoquayan, nor was it any language Eski had learned before, but he just knew that these languages ​​​​were in the spell.

The location and meaning of.

The process of casting the spell was surprisingly smooth, and it seemed that even Mobrier did not notice that there were other people present who were casting spells.

He shouted excitedly.

"Give your soul to me, and I will decorate it well and present it to Him. This is the fate of you pointy-eared things. He likes you."

Speaking of the latter, for some reason, Esky always felt that Mobrier seemed to have the intention of complaining.

However, before his spell was released, Eski's spell had already been released.

In an instant, the huge consumption of mental power made Eski realize that he had usurped the mastery of the elf's spells.

Under the mobilization of the white-haired engineering warlock, the green dimension stone energy began to flow rapidly towards the elf witch.

Under the sluggishness of the demonic rat-man, the white-haired engineer warlock's consumption of mental power weakened, which meant that the spell had been completed.

Resisting the physiological reaction of wanting to fall asleep, Eski plunged his staff into Mobrier's back and severed his spine.

Then he used his magic claws to separate its tongue and claws from the elf's body.

The pink magic power in his hands gathered together and formed a cage, in which the spirit of the elf was kneeling and staring at him unwillingly.

Patting the elf's face, Esky smiled at her.
Chapter completed!