Sarpedon ignored Tubek who was milling around and continued his questioning:
"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 actually 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, and the twentieth and ninth legions followed. The eleventh legion was destroyed not long after, so
It can only be in the hands of the other three legions."
"It seems that you know it but don't know why."
While Sarpedon was quickly flipping through all the information and stories about the war that the ancient warrior had told him in his mind, Sarpedon was keenly adjusting his state to prevent the Octagon 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, Emir interrupted Sarpedon's statement.
"With all due respect, my lord, are you sure that revealing these military intelligence secrets to this creature is an appropriate choice?"
Sarpedon raised his hand and pointed at the soulless servitor embedded in the wall:
"The Octagon's connection with the rest of the galaxy is severed here. It will never be able to escape from this place. It will die and rot here together with these secrets."
"You keep talking the same thing all the time."
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 all the time, there is always nothing that interests me."
As it spoke, it leaned over 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, hitting the eight-faced monster with the wind of the sword.
His moves are as fast as the wind, but the 8-faced monster is even 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 and tried to break free from the four arms that tightly restrained him.
Tubek stepped forward quickly and thrust the staff in his hand straight into the monster's back, but the Eight-faced Monster ignored the stabbing blow, laughed maniacally, and put its big mouths on Emil's face.
Suddenly, the smell of blood filled the air.
"have you had enough."
Sarpedon, who was getting impatient, made a gesture with one hand, introducing 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, while Tubek launched a pursuit towards the fallen Eight-faced Monster, and streaks of psychic lightning flashed across, but after being suppressed,
, which is actually no better than electric shock.
"It's no use, Brother Tuback."
Sarpedon spoke to stop him.
"Don't be acquainted with him."
Tubek withdrew his staff with a cold face and leaned over to the eight-faced monster that collapsed on the ground:
"If you dare to try something like this again, I guarantee that you won't have to die even if you want to!"
The Thousand Sons Wizard's roar carried unparalleled pressure. Even the smug expression of the Eight-faced Monster was wiped away by his threat, because the opponent's eyes were spewing blazing psychic flames, and the churning shadow was the opponent's.
A glimpse of the hell he once 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.
That 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 stepped forward and asked in a threatening tone:
"explain."
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, the 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 Emile, who immediately nodded knowingly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to clear his mind, then opened his eyes.
Tubek turned around 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 have?"
Sarpedon continued to ask.
The eight-faced monster chuckled at the wilting Emil, then turned to answer Sarpedon's question.
"If I help you, little wizard, it's like putting a curse on you personally and pushing you into a pit of fire."
It raised its long appendage to its mouth and licked the blood left on Emil's fingers.
"Can you handle any more curses?"
"I'm very aware of my situation."
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 words 'Lord of the Carrion', he visibly shuddered.
"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 have undoubtedly opened your arms to the Crystal Maze voluntarily.