After successfully entering into a covenant with Magnus, Salperdon immediately returned to their new flagship, a transformed battle barge [Hate], which was originally a waste ship floating in sub-space.
Tubek was also on the boat with him, and the other nineteen wizards arranged by Magnus were riding on a cruiser of Qianzi [Fairy Moon Issue]. Obviously, the Red King also made a book this time, not only did he come out, but he also went out of the boat.
But now, Salperdon needs to solve another problem.
In fact, he also spoke big talk in Magnus, and he didn't know the specific location of the Snow Lotus Blade.
But he was sure that one guy knew-
He walked quickly through the gloomy air of the Secret Prison, muttering scattered poems and fragments, and chanting the chapters in the Book of Secret Words.
Unlike other areas of the flagship, there is no exquisite decoration in the secret prison, nor does it symbolize the terrifying totem of the Second Legion. No one could have imagined that under the magnificent lobby there is a maze made of stone bricks hidden - dilapidation is its main theme, and coldness is its synonym.
Along the way, there were only shadows everywhere. Ghost fires flashed from time to time on the rusty candlestick, casting the cold light on the simple iron wall covered with runes.
Salperdon's four appendages stepped across the ground. For some reason, some water suddenly appeared on the floor, which was obviously very dry, and the sound of liquid droplets splashing alarmed.
The pipe poked out in the cracks of the twisted walls is sprayed with steam, forming dim clouds at high places. On any Astartes warship, the power contained in harmony and beauty can be seen, but in a place far away from goodness, ugliness is the modifier suitable for it.
There is an important thing in the Secret Prison, and only a few senior executives of the War Gang know about the existence of this thing.
Two figures were chasing behind Salperdon. They were Salperdon's deputy Emil and Tubek. They passed the defense line raised by the most agile servant without any injuries, and opened the ancient door filled with etheric power without any effort. Their robes dragged out a rapid friction sound after their fast-moving feet.
Everyone was speechless along the way, focusing on their own spirits.
There are invisible crises hidden everywhere in the secret prison. Even the most experienced psychics must carefully establish a line of defence, so that sinister consciousness will take the opportunity to penetrate their minds.
Everyone walked into a room that was narrower than other cabins - it was stuffed with a huge existence.
The three of them gathered together stood and saluted. The wall lights around them swayed and regained their vitality. The dim light showed the clumsy body - an ancient fearless man piled with scars.
The fearless reactor roared, and the energy arc flashed and twisted on its broken ceramic steel heavy armor. Soon a deep and harsh sound resonance came from its chest:
"Acting Commander of the Legion, Salperdon."
The weather-beaten speaker is disrepaired, its twisted voice is distorted and unknown.
"Honor Danyashos."
Salperdon bowed lightly to show respect, and so did the two behind him, after all, they all knew that although Salperdon was the leader of the legion, the real leader was this ancient warrior.
"you……"
Later, the lights flashed in the fearless life-saving coffin.
"See Magnus?"
"Yes, although it's already very different from what you remember."
"The power of subspace is enough to change all reality."
Salperdon nodded slightly, then looked over fearlessly and looked behind it,
“I have to talk to it again.”
Danyasthus paused for a long time, and the sound of the piston working somewhere in the coffin broke the silence that enveloped everyone from time to time.
"Although it's not my turn to express my doubts to you, the current Legion Commander."
Fearless finally spoke.
"But this is not the first time. You have worked with this thing once. Every time you contact it, it will invisibly increase its risk of escape. Now it is a very important asset to the Legion."
Salperdon did not answer, and Tubeck behind him was very curious. Who had the final say in the legion?
"Honor, to find the Snow Lotus Blade, we must rely on it. We only know that the holy objects are in the Sun Star Realm, but the range is too large and we don't have much time to search carefully."
After a moment of silence, Wuwei opened the door and gave up the road to the arch room for everyone.
Just as the three were about to enter the gate, the ancient fearless broke the silence for the last time.
“It’s planning something.”
Salperdon hesitated, and he naturally understood the danger of the thing, otherwise he would not have let the ancient warriors come here to garrison.
“This place is no longer safe?”
“It’s safe in the physical realm.”
"What should we do in the spiritual realm? Do we need to add another shielding ceremony?"
"Although I have not found evidence that it has broken through the sixth level of proverb, the servants are constantly having problems, especially the cursed humanoids embedded in the four walls of the arch chamber - they have already been down."
Salperdon suppressed the anger that ignited in his chest and barely controlled the balance of emotions in his chest.
"You have never mentioned these before. Why don't you report me?"
“I know those things.”
There is an inexplicable meaning in the tone of the ancient warrior.
"There is no danger here. I have repeatedly checked the state of the bondage of the Proverbs - completely unhindered. No matter what it is planning, it will fail. The reason why I say this now is because I think you understand this truth."
"It is... the creation of the crystal maze, how could it be 'no danger'? How did you know about the situation of cursing humanoid downtime?"
"It's very simple. They are dead. Soulless humanoids are semi-life servants who survive by relying on intestinal nutrition. Therefore, they do not need to move around and replenish supplies. However, when they stop breathing, I can still feel the slight turbulence in the soul realm. According to common sense, a Soulless humanoid can last for several years, but in the past few months, I have had people replace it several times in succession."
Salperdon frowned and looked upwards along the shaking walls in the archroom. Astart's enhanced vision allowed him to easily see the servant hanging in the air: his skinny body and pale skin, and a clump of oil-black pipes poked out from the bald scalp that cut off the brain.
Although the ribs were cut off and turned into tools made of flesh and blood, he was still breathing slowly.
Their unconscious brains are loaded with simple and easy-to-understand tasks - throwing a net of heaven and earth to curb the curtain of the Ether around. The extremely high suppression intensity even makes it difficult for Salperdon to use effective psychic energy.
This is not a simple psychic suppression system. This system comes from the Great Expedition era and is specifically used to imprison those powerful psychic aliens.