"So, you are all left, tell me, who is in the hands of Nagash's inheritance?"

"Wasolan, Wosolan."

A vampire hidden among the maids spoke before the other maids. This made the engineering warlock's eyes twitch and he raised his hand to kill the other maids.

"Very well, vampire, you saved your life, tell me where to find him."

Esky approached the maid and held her chin with his claws...

"It's over there, the big library."

Following the maid's finger, Eski saw a round red building built next to the iconic huge lighthouse on the seaside outside the window.

"Library? Is there such a place in this city?"

The engineering warlock showed surprise again.

He had previously thought that the place was most likely a gladiatorial arena for nobles to have fun, or a place like a prostitute.

I really didn’t expect that the place that looked like a theater turned out to be a library.

After imprisoning the two vampires in place, the engineering warlock spared their lives.

After re-applying a concealment magic to Toxide and calling the Storm Rats to take the captives back to the stronghold, the engineering warlock walked towards the library.

Tens of minutes later, before the engineering warlock could fully enter the building with a flaming red roof like the setting sun, he sighed.

"Good place, good place."

On the masonry outside this building, there were dozens of characters engraved on it. Most of them, Eski had never seen them before, but through the limited ones he knew, he immediately realized that this was a character.

This dictionary.

The pronunciation and meaning of dozens of languages ​​​​engraved in granite, such a great dictionary stands here, but before he only focused on causing killings, he did not come here to learn more.

Before he even stepped into the library, he just saw the volumes and bound books behind the high wall through his blue-purple eyes, and Esky spoke in a daze.

"I have decided, I want to vacate this place."

These classics, after Neferata's defeat, will definitely be destroyed in the fire of war, just like the real-life prototype of this thing, the Library of Alexandria.

With such determination, the engineering warlock stepped up the stairs of the library step by step with a heavy heart.

The moment he stepped into the library, a fierce magical energy attacked Eski.

Eski unfolded his dimensional stance faster than the energy attack and roared in the direction of the attack.

"Don't destroy my book!"

The black linseed conveyed the meaning of the engineering warlock in the unpleasant and more violent Nehekhara language.

An ugly and old voice came from the darkness.

"Your?! Arrogant rat monster

You will pay the price for your thoughts!"

Under the illumination of the candlelight in the library, Esky saw clearly the appearance of the visitor.

This is a hideous-looking thing, more like a shriveled corpse than a living person.

There is no longer any trace of fat on his body. His skin is like gray parchment, tightly attached to the tendons that have been soaked in formalin and solidified. The protruding bones make his body look weird.

Like a big spider.

Apparently, this is what the vampire mentioned, Wosolan.

This long-decayed monster opened its thin lips, revealing its needle-like teeth.

"However, you are right, these treasures cannot be destroyed because of fighting."

He took out a skull, and black and sticky Dahl energy covered it.

From the skull, Esky smelled a familiar smell, which belonged to the big-bone man next to the underground fortress.

It's just that the big bone guy's head is still on his neck. What is this?

Thinking of this, the engineering warlock laughed out loud.

"What is that? A skull. It has a smell that I hate. Let me think about it. Are you planning to use this thing to summon Nagash?"

As he spoke, Esky thrust out his dimensional stance, preparing to approach the unknown skull. At the same time, his mouth continued without stopping.

"What a stupid idea. That damn necromancer's spinal cord was broken by my cannonball, and he can't stand upright now."

A blue-black ripple blocked the dimensional position of the engineering warlock, but Wosolun was still shocked by the contempt in the engineering warlock's mouth.

"What are you talking about?"

He simply couldn't believe that the engineer warlock was talking about the great necromancer that the skull in his hand was connected to.

"Of course I'm talking about Nagash, the loser whose spinal cord was broken by me."

@..
Chapter completed!