After another big talk, he pointed at Qianzi standing in the corner with a strange finger.
"Can Magnus's servant understand this? How much does he know about the motivation that drove you to find that thing? Is he so eager to join you in this uncertain path?"
Salperdon glanced at Tubek, the Thousand Son Wizard still looked like nothing.
"Don't talk about this, tell me what you know."
"My news is enough to shock your mind. Then first of all, Abaddon's black expedition is about to begin again. This time it will be unprecedented. If you really plan to face your own destiny, I have so many ways for you to choose from."
"Sir, I don't quite understand."
Emil spoke again.
"If this creature was really completely isolated from the outside world for more than ten centuries, how did it know that the Black Expedition would start again?"
The monster glanced at Salperdon and smiled gloomyly.
"Although the soulless humanoid suppresses its subspace vision."
Salperdon explained softly:
"But it can still manage to make contact with outsiders entering the cage and extract all valuable information from them."
For a moment, Emil's face turned pale, but Tubeck nodded as if he understood it, but was not surprised.
Salperdon waved his hand to stop Emil's next words:
"You are not the first one. I made the same mistake as you when I visited last time. I don't know if you remembered anything new."
“It steals my mind?”
"It doesn't matter. The Eight-sided Monster will be locked here for the rest of his life. No matter what you share with it, you can't get out of this room."
Although Emil was not feeling comforted, Salperdon turned his head and faced the smirking monster again.
"Continue with the topic you just said."
The devil laughed again.
"There is a world called Pai Shangxing. It is located in the extreme star field you mentioned. Many ships of your empire choose to travel here-"
"etc."
Salperdon interrupted the gambler's talk:
"The last time you said it was in the Sun Star Domain, why did you change it to the Extreme Star Domain this time?"
For a moment, Salperdon doubted the accuracy of the strange words.
"grown ups!"
Suddenly, Emil shouted a warning, and Salperdon took a step back in time and avoided the rapid attack of the eight-faced monster.
“I’m wasting my precious time.”
Salperdon said and turned around and left.
"etc!"
Seeing the anxiety and anxiety that the Eight-faced Monster showed when he stood up and wanted to leave, Salperdon calmed his mind with satisfaction: it must inform him of this information, which was exactly the same as what the man said - Eight-faced Monster was destined to assist him here.
Although he did his best, he could not think of why it would assist him.
On the other hand, this also proves that the person is indeed terrible. Not only did he foresee that he would encounter trouble and let himself help, he could also see the cage of monsters on all sides.
This man must have a great goal, but Salperdon had to believe him temporarily.
Although it was unpleasant to continue the plan with doubts and unfinished propositions, the urgent time did not leave Salperdon with more choices.
A storm that swept across the Milky Way was about to come. The people's hearts were already floating in the eyes of fear, and the storm was shaking. The only zombie empire was still ignorant about this.
This storm is both a crisis and an opportunity. As long as you seize the opportunity, Salperton believes that he will have the opportunity to achieve his goal quickly.
“Because everything is always changing.”
"Then keep talking."
"In about ten years, there will be a big battle in Pai Shangxing, and your holy weapon will appear in the war. Of course, your fate will also have a choice there, and Domlak will linger on the heads of all of you."
Domlak, a very familiar name for Salperdon.
This is a creature that exists in illusions, and can find its figure in various folk legends and creation myths - a giant anaconda coiling around the stars.
Regarding its symbolic significance, Salperdon made assumptions from various aspects, and even suspected that it had a connection with the difficulties it was currently facing.
Many civilizations regard Domlak as a metaphor for death, and regard it as a synonym for the transformation process from one state to another.
The eight-faced monster stared at the contemplative Salperdon, with smiles all over her eight faces.
"Faith will bear fruit. If there are enough souls that hope for something at the same time, it will sooner or later give birth to entities from nothingness, the little wizard."
"Is it suggesting that we bow down before a false god?"
Emil asked angrily, Salperdon ignored the complaint, he had already sorted out the messy clues and clues.
The monsters on all sides smile.
"Search its traces and you will get what you want."
Salperdon nodded, and the sword in his hand turned into the sheath.
"very good."
He waved his hand to the door:
"Brothers, we no longer need to continue to get entangled with this creature."
Emil did as he heard this, but Tubeck paused for a while and glanced at the monster standing in front of him.
The monster on the side giggled and showed a white teeth facing Qianzi's eyes.
"Aliman asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."
"Is that true? Then tell him too, I miss him very much."
Tubaker turned around, pretending to raise his hand to dust off the dust that did not exist on his armor, and strode away from the cell following Salperdon's footsteps, without further adoration of snickering.
The eight-sided monster fell to the ground with the sound of chain collision, laughing loudly.
"The King of Heart Erosion, King of Heart Erosion, was a fool back then. His descendants were even more stupid, no different from the fools under the Lord of the Corpse - they were just blind and foolish people."
A moment later, a servant embedded in the wall suddenly began to twitch and gasp violently.
Its ribs were plucked out like other servants, with a bare gray-black torso similar to other servants, a blue-white scalp that shaves its hair and beards, and its body is covered with pipes of various thicknesses. A pair of eyelids and lips were also wrinkled into three shriveled sutures.
As it twitched, the expressionless face began to stretch and deform, and the skull was constantly stretched and twisted, and eventually turned into a mask with a horn, with a vertical eye on the forehead.
"Salperdon is not a fool."
The psychic signal of the servant is cold and clear.
"It's you."
The eight-sided monster responded while pulling his own shackles, trying to look up at the deformed Soulless Machinery servant.
"It's amazing that you're going to risk coming here, exiled Aliman."
"I will keep my promise with you. Salperdon is an anomaly. The Galaxy will undergo drastic changes due to him. The recovery of the Eleventh Legion needs them to curb. Although they are just small pawns in this ancient chess game, their victory and defeat will determine the direction of the situation in countless years to come, and the opportunity to realize our great wishes will be in this."
The struggling servant lowered his head and spit out his last words:
"Soon you will be free again."
"I will be free again-"
The eight-sided monster closed his eyes as he thought, leaning against the cold stone slab again, and pictures kept flashing through its mind: the flames burned and cracked stars and a slowly rotating sphere.