"Why did you choose to be here at this particular juncture?"
The ancient warrior suddenly asked.
For a moment, Sarpedon was about to explain the causes and consequences of everything to Wuwei standing here, but he finally shook his head:
"The reason is very simple. Magnus has promised to give us assistance. Twenty powerful wizards and their scarlet letters and battleships will help us. Please forgive me for being rude. I must talk to the prisoner immediately."
Addansos made a low rumble of mechanical roar.
"If it attracts its attention, even the most intelligent soul will not be able to escape."
Sarpedon felt distraught that 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, sighed and retreated, his thunderous steps shaking the ground beneath his feet.
"Be careful of the traps in its language."
The loud words spoken from 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-psychic prisons.
For someone who can see through the veil of reality, this experience can be disturbing and painful.
Although the Astartes' superhuman physique is enough to end all physical pain in an instant, they are helpless against the pain at the soul level. More importantly, this feeling always reminds Sarpedon of a person deeply rooted in his heart.
A deep enemy.
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."
Sarpedon ordered and put his hand on the door panel, a fleeting light flowing between the hand armor and the door leaf.
"Whatever it 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: terrifying, twisted and deformed bodies being tightly bound in the prison.
In the formation, it looked like some strange mixture of half human and half alien.
The fingers of its four astonishingly long arms are connected to clusters of slimy and cold tentacles like sea creatures. Eight palm-sized faces are crowded together, each with terrifying 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 kept asking and this guy was of great use to future plans, he wouldn't have brought him here at all.
“Rather than saying ‘Eight-faced Monster’ is a name, it’s better to say it’s a classification of its species.”
Sarpedon pulled out the rune sword hanging from his waist and strode forward. The sharp sword in his hand pointed directly at the eight-sided monster's face, stopping less than half an inch away from its slimy skin.
The thrust was delivered.
The creature did not respond to everyone's actions and lay 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..."
Eight-faced monsters are 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 treasures.
The virtual bodies transformed into the title pages of many classics in the Crystal Library.
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 tried to extract valuable knowledge from them, but in the end they paid a huge amount of money.
An extremely heavy price.
Therefore, their reputation among the Thousand Sons has never been good, not even as good as the fear of monsters.
"Yeah?"
Before he finished speaking, the eight-faced 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 staff, 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 with a flying kick, knocking it to the ground.
"Stop pretending to be dead."
"Hey, a visit can be called 'something weird happened'."
With a sneer, the eight-faced monster's psychic power echoed in the minds of the three of them.
"Two visits would be the end of the road."
The demon squirmed, and dozens of eyes all over its head blinked, each one filled with banter.
"Is it true that only by staying with me, who is also an outcast, can you feel some comfort?"
Tubek tightly clenched the long staff in his hand.
"If a devil is so bold, I can make your soul scream for a hundred years!"
But Sarpedon beside him shook his head.
"This octagon cannot be killed, I assure you, it is special."
As he spoke, he drew out his sword with a wave of his hand. The sharp blade that pierced the Octagon's arm failed to leave any trace on the skin.
"die?"
The creature then laughed and said:
"You are nothing more than a wretch who cannot 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 and walks around in a heavy iron coffin every day, pretending that he is still alive."
"Whatever you say."
"Then you came here to chat with me?"
As it spoke, it raised one of its tentacles, glanced at Sarpedon with its upper eyes, and all eight faces smiled brightly at the same time.
"Or is there something you need me to do for you?"
"I want to know the specific location of the Snow Lotus Blade."
The creature nodded.
"What makes you think I will help you?"
"Damn scum!"
Tubek roared angrily and waved his staff to strike.
Sarpedon raised his hand to signal him to calm down, and then said:
"This creature will reveal the information I need."
"Why don't we extract the information directly from its soul, instead of listening to its lies here to confuse the public."
Tubek muttered and kept circling around the cell, stroking the weapon in his hand while 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 using his psychic powers to test the realm of the Eight-faced Monster - although
This kind of demon is very unreliable, but it is still rare and valuable. For wizards, there is always a way to get something from them.