Chapter 798 It’s hard to see the truth
Sarpedon ignored Tubek who was all around, and continued his question:
“Answer my question, where is the Snow Lotus Blade, in that world? ”
The Eight-faced Monster laughed loudly and leaned forward, pulling the strings of shackles behind him.
"Are you sure? Do you know who has it, little wizard?"
Sarpedon hesitated. Why would this demon ask him this question?
He had reasoned through hundreds of sets of questions and answers, but this was the only thing missing.
Suddenly, he felt something bad - the eight-faced monster knew his plan even better than he did. He originally guessed that the holy object might be in some ruins or ancient battlefield.
But now it seems that it is not the case anymore.
Who owns the Snow Lotus Blade now?
Sarpedon evoked the pool of memory in his mind, pouring out various messages and handwriting, and reconsidered his strategy.
“When the original body died in battle, there were four legions present. The first and eleventh legions were directly involved in the battle. The twentieth and ninth legions came after them. The eleventh legion was already there. If it is destroyed soon, it will only be in the hands of the other three legions."
"It seems that you know it but don't know why."
Sarpedon has it in his mind. Quickly flipping through all the information and stories about the war that year that the ancient warrior told him, he adjusted his state keenly to prevent the Eight-faced Monster from gaining the upper hand in the battle between lips and teeth.
“In fact, only the Eleventh and First Legions actually participated in the battle, and the First Legion has always had a mysterious arsenal.”
He continued:
"There are rumors that there are weapons in the forbidden arsenal that cannot be used - if we talk about possibilities, then the First Legion is the most likely."
At this time, Emil interrupted Sarpedon's statement.
"Excuse me for being rude, my lord, are you sure that revealing these military intelligence secrets to this creature is the appropriate choice?"
Sarpedon raised his hand and pointed at the soulless body embedded in the wall. Servant:
"The Octagon's connection with the rest of the galaxy is severed here. It will never be able to escape from here. It will die and rot here together with these secrets."
"You have always been telling this story. Ah."
The creature turned to look at Emil, still wearing a big smile.
“My guardians and masters have changed one after another, but I am still living well in this rotten physical universe. Although I have been bored, there is always nothing that can make me happy. Interesting fun."
As he said that, he leaned in the direction of Emil.
"If you could spend more time reading the pile of books you have hoarded, instead of following the superior's ass and fawning over you, you might be able to learn more skills."
"Shut up!! ”
The angry Emil swung the long sword in his hand and struck the creature with a sharp slash. At the same time, a strong light erupted from his psychic hood, and with the wind of the sword, it hit the eight-faced monster. Pound it down together.
His moves are as fast as the wind, but the octagon is faster.
It suddenly jumped up at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, stretched out its claws to grasp the falling sword body, and used its force to pull Emil into its arms.
"Asshole! Damn it!"
Emil cursed loudly, trying to break free from the four arms that tightly clamped on him.
Tubek stepped forward quickly and thrust the staff in his hand straight into the monster's back. However, the Eight-faced Monster ignored the stabbing blow and laughed maniacally as he brought several big mouths to the monster's back. Mir's face.
Suddenly, the smell of blood filled the air.
“Have you had enough trouble?”
Sarpedon, who was getting impatient, made a gesture with one hand and introduced the fire of subspace into the sword in his hand, forcing the Octagon to bend down again on the black stone base.
Emil staggered away, holding his blood-smeared face and muttering angrily. Tubek launched a pursuit towards the fallen Eight-faced Monster, and streaks of psychic lightning flashed across, but When suppressed, it is actually no better than an electric shock. "It's useless, Brother Tubek."
Sarpedon spoke to stop him.
“Don’t be the same as him.”
Tubek withdrew his staff with a cold face, leaned over to the eight-faced monster that collapsed on the ground:
"If you dare to try this again, I guarantee that you will think of it when the time comes. There is no need to die!”
The Thousand Sons Wizard’s roar carried unparalleled pressure, and even the smug expression on the Eight-faced Monster was swept away by his threat, because the opponent’s eyes gushed. Burning with psychic fire, the roiling shadow was a glimpse of the hell he had traversed.
The eight-faced monster did not dare to continue to act recklessly and stared at Tubek with a wary expression.
This Thousand Sons Wizard, it was a little unsure, because it smelled the scent of another existence from this guy.
The guy named Ahriman was the one who dragged him out of the Crystal Library, tortured him until he was weak, and then threw him into the physical universe.
"What else are you hiding from me? I know that what you said to me before is half true or false, but I am not in the mood to play guessing games with you today."
Sarpedon leaves He stepped forward and asked in a threatening tone:
"Say."
The Eight-faced Monster stared at Tubek closely, and then answered:
"That thing of yours is not just a weapon, it is related to the fate of all of you poor abandoned people."
"No matter what this monster says, I don't believe it."
Emil wiped the blood from his face, glared at the Eight-faced Monster and roared in a low voice. The young think tank's eyes were filled with furious red - he was already on the verge of losing control.
Sarpedon winked at Emil, who immediately nodded knowingly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to clear his mind. Open your eyes.
Tubek turned and walked away, leaning on the dark corner wall of the room, reaching out to untie the heavy classic from his waist, and flipping through the pages hastily, as if he had become an outsider.
But everyone could see that he cared very much about what the Eight-faced Monster said.
“Whose hands does that thing have?”
Sarpedon continued to ask.
The Eight-faced Monster stared at the wilting Emil and chuckled, then turned to answer Sarpedon's question.
“If I help you, little wizard, it will be like placing a curse on you personally and pushing you into a pit of fire with my own hands.”
It raised its long appendage to its mouth and licked the blood left between Emil's fingers.
“Can you bear more curses?”
“I know my situation very well.”
Sarpedon’s tone was calm:
“I also know exactly what risks are worth taking.”
"So you plan to travel across the entire galaxy to the realm ruled by the Lord of the Carrion?"
When the eight-faced monster said the word 'Lord of the Carrion', it was obvious that I shivered.
“I hope you really understand who you are. Now you are unknowingly serving the Lord of Conspiracy and increasing its power. But since you have chosen this path, you are undoubtedly voluntarily surrendering to the crystal. The maze opened its arms and became its willing and brave loyal servant."
(End of this chapter)