After some more boasting, the Eight-faced Monster pointed at the Thousand Sons standing in the corner.
"Can the servant of Magnus understand this? How much does he know about the motivations that drove you to find that thing? Is he so eager to join you on this uncertain path?"
Sarpedon glanced at Tubek. The Thousand Sons wizard still looked like he was fine.
"Stop talking about this, tell me what you know."
"Every piece of my news is enough to shock your mind. So first of all, Abaddon's Black Crusade is about to begin again. This time it will be unprecedented. If you really intend to face your destiny, I have several paths for you.
choose."
"Sir, I don't quite understand."
Emil spoke again.
"If this creature has been completely isolated from the outside world for more than ten centuries, how does it know that the Black Crusade is about to start again?"
The eight-faced monster glanced at Sarpedon and smiled happily.
"Although the Soulless human form suppresses its warp vision."
Sarpedon explained softly:
"But it can still manage to make contact with outsiders who enter the cage and extract all valuable information from them."
For a moment, Emil's face turned pale, but Tubek nodded as if he understood it, but was not surprised.
Sarpedon waved his hand to stop Emil's next words:
"You're not the first one. I made the same mistake as you during my last visit. I don't know if you remembered anything new."
"It stole my mind?"
"It doesn't matter. The eight-faced monster will be locked up here for the rest of its life. No matter what you share with it, you can't get out of this room."
Although Emil did not feel comforted, Sarpedon still turned his head and faced the snickering Octagon again.
"Continue the topic you just talked about."
The devil laughed again.
"There is a world called Pai Shang. It is located in what you call the extreme star field. Many ships from your empire choose to travel here -"
"etc."
Sarpedon interrupted the Octagon's spiel:
"You said you were in the Sun Star Territory last time, why did you change your name to the Extreme Star Territory this time?"
For a moment, Sarpedon doubted the accuracy of the Eight-faced Monster's words.
"grown ups!"
Suddenly, Emil shouted a warning, and Sarpedon stepped back in time to avoid the eight-faced monster's rapid attack.
"I'm wasting precious time."
Sarpedon said and turned away.
"etc!"
Seeing the anxiety and uneasiness shown by the Eight-faced Monster because he got up to leave, Sarpedon calmed down with satisfaction: It must inform him of this information. This is exactly what the man said-Eight-faced Monster
Strange destiny is destined to help him here.
Try as he might, he couldn't think of a reason why it would help him.
On the other hand, this also proves that that person is indeed terrifying. Not only did he foresee that Tubek would be in trouble and asked him to help him, but he could also see the eight-faced monster's cage.
This man's plan must be very big, but Sarpedon had to believe him for the time being.
Although it was unpleasant to continue to implement the plan with doubts and unfinished propositions, the tight time did not leave Sarpedon with more choices.
A storm sweeping across the galaxy is about to hit. People in the Eye of Terror are already shaking, and only the dead empire is still ignorant about it.
This storm is both a crisis and an opportunity. As long as he seizes the opportunity, Sarpedon believes that he will have the opportunity to quickly complete his goal.
"Because everything is always changing."
"Then keep talking."
"In about ten years, there will be a great war on Paidu, and your sacred weapon will also appear in the war. Of course, your destiny will be decided there, and Domlak will linger around all of you.
of the head.”
Domlak, a name that Sarpedon was very familiar with.
This is a creature that exists in illusions and can be found in various folklore and creation myths - a giant anaconda coiled around the stars.
Regarding its symbolic meaning, Sarpedon made assumptions from various aspects, and even suspected that it was related to his current predicament.
Many civilizations use Domlak as a metaphor for death, synonymous with the process of transformation from one state to another.
The eight-faced monster stared at the thoughtful Sarpedon, all eight faces full of smiles.
"Faith will bear fruit. If there are enough souls hoping for the existence of something at the same time, then sooner or later it will give birth to an entity from nothingness, little wizard."
"Is it suggesting that we grovel before a false god?"
Emil asked angrily. Sarpedon ignored the complaint. He had already sorted out the confusing clues and clues.
The eight-faced monster smiled.
"Follow its traces and you will eventually get what you want."
Sarpedon nodded and sheathed the sword in his hand.
"very good."
He waved his hand towards the door:
"Brothers, we no longer need to tangle with this creature."
Emil did as he was told, but Tubek paused for a moment and glanced at the eight-faced monster standing in front of him.
The eight-faced monster chuckled and faced Qianzi's gaze, revealing its white teeth.
"Ahriman asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."
"Really? Then you also tell him that I miss him very much."
Tubek turned around, pretending to raise his hand to dust off the non-existent dust on the armor, and strode out of the cell following Sarpedon's footsteps, without taking another look at the snickering Octagon.
.
The eight-faced monster fell to the ground with a crash of chains and laughed loudly.
"King of the Corrupted Heart, King of the Corrupted Heart, was a fool back then, and his descendants are even more stupid. They are no different from the idiots under the Lord of the Corpses - they are just blind and ignorant people."
After a while, a servitor embedded in the wall suddenly began to twitch violently and gasp.
Like other servitors, it had its ribs cut out. It had a naked gray-black torso similar to other servitors, a clean-shaven bluish-white scalp, and its body was covered with tubes of various thicknesses. A pair of eyelids and lips were also wrinkled.
It became three shriveled sutures.
As it twitched, the expressionless face began to stretch and deform, and the skull was continuously stretched and twisted, eventually turning into a horned mask with a vertical eye on its forehead.
"Sarpedon is no fool."
The servitor's psychic signals are cold and clear.
"It's you."
The eight-faced monster responded while tugging at his shackles, trying to look up at the transformed soulless servitor.
"It is unbelievable that you would venture here, Ahriman the Banished."
"I will keep the promise I made with you. Sarpedon is an anomaly. The galaxy will undergo drastic changes because of him. The recovery of the Eleventh Legion needs them to contain it. Although they are just pawns in this ancient chess game, their
The victory or defeat will determine the direction of the situation for countless years to come, and the opportunity to realize our great wish lies in this."
The struggling servitor lowered his head and uttered his last words:
"Soon, you will be free again."
"I will be free again—"
The eight-faced monster closed its eyes while thinking about it, and leaned against the cold stone slab again. Pictures flashed through its mind: stars burning and cracking in flames, and a slowly rotating sphere.