This spell, recorded in the Nine Scrolls of Tzeentch, is a modification of the "Spring Warm Flowers Bloom" spell.

"Give birth to this child as proof of your loyalty, then I will not burn your soul within two years."

After saying that, Esky walked towards the second-level cage without looking back.

The former followers of Slaanesh are imprisoned underground.

They were all hung on chains in the cage, and Mobrier was particularly miserable.

Mobrier, whose legs were amputated, was hanging in the air. Even the amputation opening had been burned to death with a red-hot iron plate.

The palms of the two claws were also fixed on both sides by spiked iron chains.

If he hadn't been fed regularly every day, Esky would have suspected that this place was a dead Skaven.

"Mobrier, your master needs you again. He forgot to take out your soul last time. Is your soul still in his hands?"

The white rat spoke, but the former secretary didn't respond.

The engineer warlock immediately took action and began to extract the soul of this Slaanesh disciple.

Not long after, a complete rat-man soul that had mutated into the shape of Slaanesh appeared in the cage.

Eski raised his eyebrows and said.

"It's still there, so, my slave, please continue to control the wind of metal for me."

Eski said, regardless of whether Mobrier answered or not, he put his paw up and opened the cage.

Carrying the former secretary on his shoulders, Esky walked towards the new territory under the tunnel.

Not long after, Mobrier, who had retained one of his right paws, was carried on a sedan by the slave rats to view the goods in the warehouse - several piles of metal ore.

"Without your magic ability, I would need to build a temporary forging factory here."

The engineering warlock spoke and handed the scribe a stick inlaid with dimension stone on his intact and twisted purple right claw.

This is enough for the scribe to channel the dimensional energy in the air.

The white-haired engineer warlock thought.

"Dear master, of course, I will do it."

The former clerk's voice was indescribably charming. Eski turned his head and stopped staring at the rat face that had become neutral to avoid further stimulation.

Just listen, Mobrier continued.

"The wind of metal is the magic of change, logic, and creation. It omits the process of forging. In fact, any mage who understands the structure of metal can do it. It just takes a long time."

The charming voice seemed to be questioning his master.

Why don't you do it?

"I don't know anything about austenite, pearlite or the like. There is no such knowledge in Skaven Castle, and I haven't learned it systematically. If you can, that's fine."

Eski said.

The use of magical wind is a rigorous discipline, and metal magic will not transform non-existent substances out of thin air.

The metal method condenses arrows out of thin air and shoots them at the enemy. It does not really create something out of nothing, but rearranges and combines the atoms that originally existed around it.

The same goes for the cannon that was assembled before. Although the metal method cannot forge it out of thin air, it can turn existing metal into a cannon.

Of course, mages are precious resources, and using metal methods to produce these things is a luxury in any social system.

Because the engineering warlock has no knowledge of the properties of metal materials, and his metal skills have not received any bonus from the gods? Or not?

That's why we need relatively stable talents like Mobrier.

Smelting, smelting, the K ore on the ground is getting less and less, while the remaining ash and metal ingots in the cave are getting more and more.

At this time, several storm rats and their clan rats suddenly broke into the cave.

"We received a report that Eski Engineer Warlock violated the rules of the dungeon?"

The largest storm rat questioned the engineer warlock, and they received a "report" from a passing clan rat.

So I came to this place that can produce a lot of wealth - metal ingots to see if there is anything I can swallow.

"What is this, Engineer Warlock? Are you worshiping heretical gods?"

The leading Storm Rat asked again.

"It's the altar of the Horned Rat, no doubt about it."

After putting away the new metal that had just been released, Esky replied without raising his head.

"The Horned Rat?"

Just as they were questioning, Eski jumped up and quickly reached the top of the statue.

The engineering warlock stroked the sharp horns on Kane's helmet and said affectionately.

"Look, these two kidneys are strung together, are they going to be the horns of the great horned rat? The horned rat that I admire is responsible for the murderous side."

Hearing this, the Storm Rats looked at each other.

Does the Horned Rat have such a side?

Don't know.

Most of the Rats are just lay believers of the Horned Rat. Strictly speaking, only the Gray Seers can tell whether the Rats believe in the Horned Rat or not.

The Engineer Warlock was also happy to forcefully describe Kane as the Horned Rat.

"Yes, yes, this is the blood cauldron blessed by the Big Horned Rat. As long as we bathe in the boiling blood cauldron, we can extend our short life span."

"The cost of soaking it is two hundred..."

Before Eski could finish speaking, a reckless guy jumped in.

"Ahhhh——"

The clan rat screamed.

The glowing red monster runes can be seen in the second vision as mana threads connecting them together, just like the ones usually used by engineering warlocks.

There is no fuel to burn, but the blood in the pot is already boiling.

Steam is rising in the pot.

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