Chapter 797 Eight-sided Demon
“Why did you choose to come here at this special juncture?”
The ancient warrior suddenly asked.
For a moment, Sarpedon was about to explain the cause and effect of everything to the fearless man standing here, but he finally shook his head:
"The reason is simple, Magnus Assistance has been promised to us. Twenty powerful wizards and their scarlet letters and warships will help us. Please forgive me for being rude. I must speak to the prisoner immediately."
Adansos let out a low rumble of mechanical roar.
"If it attracts its attention, even the most intelligent soul will not escape."
Sarpedon felt anxious, he had wasted too much time, so he said :
"I have never said that I am the 'smartest', but I have absolute confidence in my will."
The ancient warrior looked at Sarpedon and sighed. With a sound of retreat and concession, the thunderous steps shook the ground beneath his feet.
"Be careful of the traps in its language."
The loud words spoken in the fearless loudspeaker followed the path everyone came from.
Everyone walked into the cell, and Memphisto once again experienced a familiar feeling - the claustrophobic and gloomy feeling that is common in anti-psionic prisons.
For someone who can see through the veil of reality, this experience can be disturbing and painful.
Although the superhuman physique of the Astartes is enough to end all physical pain in an instant, it is powerless to deal with the pain at the soul level. More importantly, this feeling can always be recalled by Sarpedon. An enemy deep in his heart.
He looked to the left and right, and the ferocious and twisted faces of the other two people confirmed his thoughts: they felt the same as him.
The three of them moved forward in silence, passed through layers of secret locks and psychic locks, and arrived at an inconspicuous ebony door.
"Cheer up."
Sarpedon ordered and put his hand on the door panel, a fleeting light flowing between the gauntlet and the door.
“No matter what it once was, it is now a silhouette symbolizing the power of destruction.”
The two nodded in agreement, and Sarpedon immediately opened the door with a palm of his hand.
As everyone walked into the cell, the flashing light spots and balls of light around them seemed to have come to life. They merged and merged with each other, revealing their true form: a terrifying body that was twisted and deformed. He was tightly bound in the magic circle, like some kind of weird hybrid that was half human and half alien.
The fingers of its four arms of astonishing length are connected to clusters of slimy and cold tentacles like sea creatures. Eight palm-sized faces are crowded together, each with an eye-catching look. Trembling inhuman features.
"Eight-faced monster!"
When Tubek saw this thing, he couldn't help but exclaimed. As a Thousand Sons wizard, he was very familiar with this thing.
Sarpedon glanced at him lightly, and then motioned for the two of them to follow him - if Tubek hadn't been asking for it and this guy was of great use to future plans, he wouldn't have brought him here at all.
“‘Eight-faced Monster’ is not so much a name as it is a classification of its species.”
Sarpedon pulled out the rune sword hanging from his waist and strode away He stepped forward, pointed the sharp sword in his hand directly at the eight-sided monster's face, and stopped stabbing less than half an inch away from its slimy skin.
The creature did not respond to everyone's actions and was piled lifelessly on the ground, like a puddle of rotten meat that fell from a butcher's chopping board.
Tubek shook his head and sighed.
"This kind of monster can't spit out any useful information. Although they have almost all knowledge, they will never reveal it easily unless they pay an unimaginable price..."
The Eight-faced Monster is a A kind of demon from the realm of Tzeentch. They live most of the time in the great library of the Crystal Maze. Some wizards think that they are guards, some wizards think that they are administrators, but some wizards think that they are collected in the Crystal Library. The title pages of many classics are transformed into virtual bodies.
But in any case, the most famous feature of eight-faced monsters is that they know almost everything, but equally, their cunning and greed are also very terrifying. There were wizards who once tried to extract valuable knowledge from them. , but ultimately paid an extremely heavy price.
As a result, their reputation among the Thousand Sons has never been good, not even as good as the fear of monsters.
“Really?”
Before he finished speaking, the eight-sided monster that collapsed on the ground suddenly rose up, and the tentacles that suddenly stretched out grasped the rune sword tightly, intending to pull Sarpedon forward.
Emil instantly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and Tubek also raised his long stick in his hand, waving his hand to strike.
"Don't do it." Sarpedon raised his hand to signal the two of them to put down their weapons, and calmly aimed at the Octagon's chest and kicked it to the ground.
“Stop pretending to be dead.”
"Hey, a visit can be called 'strange things happened'."
A sneer, the psychic power of the eight-faced monster echoed in the minds of the three people.
“Two visits is the end of the road.”
The demon squirmed, dozens of eyes all over its head blinking, each one filled with banter.
“Can you feel a little comfort only by staying with me, who is also an outcast?”
Tubek tightly clenched the long staff in his hand.
"A demon is still talking so boldly, I can make your soul scream for a hundred years!"
But Sarpedon on the side shook his head.
"This octagonal monster cannot be killed. I assure you, it is special."
As he spoke, he drew out his sword with a wave of his hand and pierced the octagonal monster's arm. The sharp blade failed to leave any mark on the skin.
"Death?"
The creature then laughed and said:
"You are just a wretch who can't survive without Magnus's protection, Tubek."
Then it shrugged its four shoulders in a very humane manner.
"Sarpedon, I can take care of myself. Don't let that big guy protect me. He wears a heavy iron coffin every day and walks around with three steps, pretending that he is still alive. People.”
"Whatever you say."
"Then you came here to chat with me?"
It raised a tentacle and glanced at Sa with its upper eyes. Erpedong glanced at him, and eight faces smiled brightly at the same time.
“Or do you need me to help you with something?”
“I want to know the specific location of the Snow Lotus Blade.”
The creature nodded.
“Why do you think I will help you?”
“Damn scum!”
Tubek roared angrily, waving his staff to take action.
Sarpedon raised his hand to signal him to calm down, and then said:
"This creature will reveal the information I need."
"How about we extract the information directly from its soul, instead of listening to it here to confuse people."
Tubek aside While muttering, he kept circling around the cell, stroking the weapon in his hand, and staring closely at the strange figure made of various limbs.
He looked very reckless at this time, like a World Eater, but everyone present could see his little thoughts and the cunning look deep in his eyes. He had been testing the eight sides with his spiritual power. The realm of monsters - although this kind of demon is very unreliable, it is still rare and valuable. For wizards, there is always a way to get something from them.
(End of this chapter)