Salperdon ignored Tubaker, who was wandering around, and continued to question himself:
"Answer my question, where is the Snow Lotus Blade, which world?"
The monster laughed loudly and leaned forward, pulling the chains behind him.
"Are you sure? Do you know who it is in, little wizard?"
Salperdon hesitated, why would the demon ask him this question?
He reasoned hundreds of sets of questions and answers, but this one was missing.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong - the Eight-faced monster even knew his plan better than him. He originally guessed that the holy objects might be in a ruin or an ancient battlefield.
But now it seems that it is not.
Who exactly has the Snow Lotus Blade now?
Salperdon evoked the pool of memory in his mind, constantly pouring out various messages and handwriting, and reconsidering his own strategy.
"When the Primrose died in battle, four legions were present. The First and Eleventh Legions were directly involved in the battle. The 20th and Ninth Legions came later. The 11th Legions had been destroyed soon, so it could only be in the hands of the other three legions."
"It seems you know the reason but not the reason."
While Salperdon quickly read all the information and stories about the war that the ancient warrior told him in his mind, while keenly adjusting his state so as not to allow the eight-sided monsters to gain the upper hand in the confrontation of lips and teeth.
"In fact, only the 11th and 1st Legion are actually involved in the battle, and there has always been a mysterious arsenal in the First Legion."
He continued to tell:
"There are rumors that there are weapons that cannot be used in that taboo arsenal - if the possibility is said, then the possibility of the First Legion is the greatest."
At this time, Emil interrupted Salperdon's statement.
"Sorry, sir, are you sure that it would be a good choice to disclose these military information to this creature?"
Salperdon raised his hand and pointed to the Soulless servant embedded in the wall:
"The connection between the Eight-faced Monster and the Milky Way is cut off here, and it will never escape from it, and it will die and rot with these secrets."
"You have always been talking about this."
The creature turned his head and looked at Emil, still with a large smile.
"My guardian and master have changed batch after batch, but I am still living well in this rotten physical universe. Even though I have been bored, there is always no fun that can interest me."
As he said that, it leaned towards Emil.
"If you could spend more time reading the pile of books you had stocked up, instead of flattering yourself behind the boss's butt, you might have learned more."
"Shut up!!"
The angry Emil swung the sword in his hand and slashed the creature hard. At the same time, a strong light spurted out from his psychic hood and pounded it down with the sword wind at the eight-sided monster.
His moves are as fast as a storm, but the Eight-sided monsters are faster.
It suddenly rose up at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to distinguish, stretched out its claws and grabbed the falling sword body, and used the force to pull Emil into its arms.
"Bastard! Damn it!"
Emil cursed loudly, trying to break free from his four arms that were tightly clamping.
Tubake quickly stepped forward, and his staff was inserted into the monster's back, but the monster on the side ignored the stabbing and laughed wildly, putting several big mouths on Emil's face.
Immediately, the bloody smell in the air spread.
"Have you made enough trouble?"
Salperdon, who was gradually impatient, made a gesture with one hand, and led the fire of the subspace into the sword in his hand, forcing the eight-sided monster to lean over and lie on the base made of black stone again.
Emil staggered and muttered angrily, holding his blood-covered face and muttering angrily. Tubek chased the 8-sided monster that fell to the ground, with psychic lightning passing by, but when suppressed, it was actually not much stronger than electric shock.
"It's useless, brothers Toobeck."
Salperdon opened his mouth to stop.
"Don't be as familiar with him."
Tubaker pulled his staff back with a cold face and leaned over to the eight-sided monster who was slumped to the ground:
"If you dare to try this again, I promise that you will die if you want to die at that time!"
The roar of the Thousand Son Wizard was unparalleled with oppression. Even the smug expression of the Eight-faced Monster was swept away by his threat, because the burning psychic flames gushed in the other party's eyes, and the swelling phantom was a shocking glance at the hell he had crossed.
The eight-faced monster did not dare to continue to be presumptuous, and stared at Tubek with a vigilant look on his face.
This Thousand Son Wizard was a little inaccurate because it smelled another smell of existence from this guy.
The guy named Aliman was the one who dragged himself out of the Crystal Library, tortured him to the physical universe and threw him into the physical universe.
"What else do you have to hide from me? I know what you said to me before is true or false, but today I am not in the mood to play a guessing game with you."
Salperdon walked forward and asked in a threatening tone:
"explain."
The monster stared at Tubek and then answered:
"Your thing 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 won't believe it."
Emil wiped blood on his face, glared at the monster and roared in a low voice, and the young think tank's eyes were filled with a fury red-red rolling - he was already on the verge of losing control.
Salperdon winked at Emir, and Emir nodded immediately, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearing his mind. Open his eyes.
Tubeck turned around and walked away, leaning on the dark corner walls in the room, stretched out his hand to untied the heavy classics from his waist, and flipped the pages, as if he had become an outsider.
But everyone could see that he cared about what the monster said.
"Whose hand is that thing?"
Salperdon continued to ask.
The eight-faced monster stared at the wilted Emil and giggled, turning to answer Salperdon's question.
"If I help you, the little wizard, it's like putting a curse on you personally and pushing you into the fire pit with your own hands."
It handed its long secondary limbs to its mouth and licked the blood between Emil's remaining and fingers.
"Can you eat more curses?"
"I know very well what I'm doing."
Salperdon's tone was calm:
“I also know the risks worth taking.”
"So you plan to travel across the entire Galaxy and go to the realm of the Lord of the Corpse to wander around?"
When the eight-faced monster said the word "Lord of Corpse", he obviously shivered.
"I hope you really understand who you are. Now you are serving the Lord of Conspiracy and increasing its power without realizing it. But since you have chosen this path, you will undoubtedly open your arms to the crystal maze and become its willing and brave and loyal servant."