"Why did you choose to be here at this special juncture?"
The ancient warrior suddenly asked.
For a moment, Salperdon planned to explain the causes and consequences of everything to the fearless standing here, but he finally shook his head:
"The reason is simple. Magnus has promised to give us assistance. Twenty powerful wizards and their red letters and warships will help us. Please forgive me for being rude and I must talk to the prisoner immediately."
Adansos let out a low rumbling sound of mechanical roar.
"If it attracts its gaze, even the smartest soul will not escape."
Salperdon felt anxious. He had wasted too much time, so he said:
“I never said I was ‘the smartest’, but I had absolute confidence in my will.”
The ancient warrior looked at Salperdon, sighed and made a comeback, and his thunderous pace shocked the ground under his feet.
“Beware of the traps in its language.”
The loud words spoken in the fearless megaphone followed the path where everyone came.
Everyone walked into the cell, and Memphisto once again experienced a familiar feeling - the claustrophobic feeling common in the anti-psychic prison.
For those who can look through the curtain of reality, this experience is really uneasy and painful.
Although Astart's superhuman constitution is enough to end all physical pain in an instant, he is helpless against the pain at the soul level. More importantly, this feeling always makes Salperdon recall an enemy deeply embedded in his heart.
He looked around, and the other two men's hideous and distorted faces confirmed their thoughts: they empathized with them.
The three of them advanced silently, passed through layers of dark locks and psychic locks, and arrived in front of an inconspicuous ebony door.
"cheer."
Salperdon instructed him to put his hand on the door panel, and a fleeting light flowed between the hand armor and the door.
"Whatever it was, now it is a silhouette symbolizing the power of destruction."
The two nodded and agreed, and Salpodon immediately pushed open the door with a palm.
As everyone walked into the cell, the flashing light spots and light balls seemed to have life, gathering and fusing with each other, revealing its true body: a terrifying body with a twisted and deformed body was bound tightly in the magic circle, like some kind of strange mixture of half human and half alien shape.
Its four amazing lengths of arms are connected to clumps of slimy and cold tentacles like marine creatures, and eight pairs of faces the size of a palm are piled together, each with trembling inhuman characteristics.
"Eight-faced monster!"
When Tubeck saw this, he couldn't help but scream. As a Thousand Son Wizard, he was very familiar with this thing.
Salperdon swept him lightly, then signaled the two to follow in their footsteps - if it weren't for Tubeck's request and this guy was of great use for future plans, he wouldn't have brought him there at all.
"It is better to say that the 'Eight-faced Monster' is a name, it is better to say that it is a classification method."
Salperdon pulled out the rune sword hanging around his waist and strode forward. The sharp sword tip in his hand pointed directly at the horde of the monster on the face of the eight-sided monster, and stopped the stabbing less than half an inch from its adhesive skin.
The creature did not respond to the actions of everyone and piled up on the ground without any anger, like a pool of rotten meat falling from the butcher's chopping board.
Tubaker shook his head and sighed.
"This kind of monster can't spit out any useful information. Although they have almost all the knowledge, they will never reveal it easily unless they pay an unimaginable price..."
The Eight-faced Monster is a kind of demon from the Tsengqi realm. Most of the time they live in the large library of the Crystal Maze. Some wizards think they are guardians, some wizards think they are administrators, but some wizards think they are virtual bodies transformed from the title pages of many classics treasured in the Crystal Library.
But in any case, the most famous feature of the Eight-faced Monster is that they know almost everything, but in the same way, their cunning and greed are also very terrible. Some wizards once tried to get valuable knowledge from them, but ultimately paid an extremely terrible price.
Therefore, their reputation among the Thousand Sons has never been good, and they are not even as good as fearing demons.
"Yeah?"
Before he finished speaking, the eight-sided monster who had collapsed to the ground suddenly rose up. The tentacles that suddenly poked out clenched the rune sword, intending to pull Salpodon forward.
Emil instantly pulled out the pistol at his waist, and Tubeck also raised the long staff in his hand and waved to hit him.
"Don't do it."
Salperdon raised his hand to signal the two of them to put down their weapons, calmly aimed at the chest of the eight-sided monster, and kicked it to the ground.
"Don't pretend to be dead."
"Hehe, a visit can be called 'thing strange'."
With a sneer, the power of the eight-faced monster echoed in the minds of the three of them.
"Two visits are the end of the way."
The demon wriggled, dozens of eyes spreading across his head blinked, each full of jokes.
"Is it possible for you to feel a little comfort by staying with me, who is also abandoned?"
Tubeck tightly clenched the long staff in his hand.
"A demon is so arrogant that I can make your soul scream for a hundred years!"
But Salperdon, who was beside him, shook his head.
"This Eight-faced Monster cannot be killed, I promise you that it is special."
As he said that, he waved his hand and pulled out the sword. The sharp blade that pierced the arm of the monster on the eight-sided side did not leave any trace on his skin.
"die?"
The creature immediately laughed:
"You are just a poor man who can't survive without Magnus's refuge, Tubeck."
Then it shrugged its four shoulders very humanely.
"Salperdon, I can take good care of myself. Don't let that big guy protect me anymore. Wearing a heavy iron coffin every day, strolling left and right with one step and three waves, pretending that I am still a living person."
"Whatever you say."
"Then were you here to chat with me?"
It said as it raised a tentacle and glanced at Salperdon with its eyes above, and eight faces squeezed out a bright smile on its face.
"Or, if you have something to do, I need to serve you?"
"I want to know the specific location of the Snow Lotus Blade."
The creature nodded.
"Why do you think I will help you?"
"Damn the scum!"
Tubaker growled angrily, waved his staff and wanted to take action.
Salperdon raised his hand and signaled him to rest assured, and then said:
"This creature will reveal the information I need."
"Or let's extract information directly from its soul so as not to listen to it's insulting people here."
While muttering, Tubeck kept spinning around the cell, rubbing the weapons in his hand, staring at the strange figure made of various limbs.
He looked reckless at this time, like a world-devouring man, but anyone present could see his little thoughts and the cunning gaze deep in his eyes. He had been using his psychic energy to test the realm of the monsters. Although this kind of demon is unreliable, it is still rare and precious. For the wizards, there is always a way to get something from them.