The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Salperton ignored Tubeck who was turning around, and continued his questioning:

"Answer my question, where is the snow lotus blade, that world?"

The octagonal laughed loudly and leaned forward, pulling the chains behind him.

"Are you sure? Do you know who holds it, little wizard?"

Sarperdon hesitated, why did the demon ask him this question?

He reasoned for hundreds of sets of questions and answers, but this was the only one missing.

Suddenly, he felt a little uncomfortable—the Eight-faced Monster even knew his plan better than he did. He originally guessed that the holy artifact might be in some ruin or ancient battlefield.

But now it seems that it is not anymore.

Who owns the snow lotus blade now?

Salperdon evoked a pool of memory in his mind, constantly pouring out various messages and handwritings, and reconsidering his own strategies.

"When the original body battle died, there were four legions present. The first and eleventh legions were directly involved in the battle, and the twentieth and ninth legions followed. The eleventh legions were destroyed soon, then It can only be in the hands of the other three legions."

"It seems you know it but don't know why."

While flipping through his mind quickly through all the information and stories about the war that the ancient warrior had told him, Salperdong keenly adjusted his state so as not to let the octopus gain the upper hand in the clash of lips and teeth.

"In fact, only the Eleventh and First Corps were actually involved in combat, and the First Corps has always had a mysterious arsenal."

He continued:

"There are rumors that there are weapons that cannot be used in the forbidden arsenal-if it is possible, then the first legion is the most likely."

At this time, Emil interrupted Salperdon's statement.

"Excuse me for being rude, sir, are you sure it is a proper choice to reveal these military intelligence to this creature?"

Salperdon raised his hand and pointed to the soulless machine servant embedded in the wall:

"The eight-sided monster is disconnected from all parts of the galaxy. It will never be able to escape from this place. It will die and rot with these secrets here."

"You have always talked and talked like this."

The creature turned his head and looked at Emil, still with a big smile.

"My guardian and master have changed batch after batch, but I am still alive in this rotten physical universe. Although I have been bored, there is always no fun that can interest me."

With that, it leaned over in the direction of Emil.

"If you could spend more time reading the pile of books you have hoarded, instead of following the chief's **** to flatter you, you might be able to learn more."

"To shut up!!"

The annoyed Emil raised the long sword in his hand and smashed it against the creature. At the same time, a strong light spurted from his psychic hood, and it smashed it down with the sword wind against the octagonal monster.

His moves are as fast as a storm, but the octagonal is faster.

It leaped up suddenly at a speed that was indistinguishable by the naked eye, stretched out its claws to hold the falling sword, and pulled Emir into its arms with the help of force.

"Asshole! Damn it!"

Emil cursed loudly, trying to break free of the four arms that were holding him tightly.

Tubek stepped forward quickly, and the staff in his hand pierced the monster's heart, but the eight-faced monster ignored the stabbing and put several big mouths on Emil's face with a frantic laugh.

Immediately, the blood in the air filled the air.

"have you had enough."

The gradually impatient Sarperdon gestured with one hand, and introduced the subspace fire into the sword in his hand, forcing the octopus to lean down on the blackstone base again.

Emil fumbled free, holding his blood-smeared face and muttering angrily, Tubek chased the fallen octagonal, a series of psychic lightning flashed past, but under the condition of being suppressed In fact, it is not much stronger than electric shock.

"It's no use, Brother Tubeck."

Salperton stopped.

"Don't be familiar with him."

Tubek withdrew his staff with a cold face, and leaned over to the octagonal who collapsed on the ground:

"If you dare to come here and try again, I promise you will die if you want to die!"

The roar of the Thousand Sons Wizard brought unparalleled pressure, and even the smug expression of the eight-faced monster was swept away by his threat, because the opponent’s eyes were bursting with burning psychic flames, and the churning phantom was right. A glimpse of the **** he had crossed.

The Octagon dared not continue to be presumptuous, and stared at Tubek with vigilance.

This Thousand Sons Wizard, it was a bit uncertain, because it smelled another existence from this guy.

That guy named Aliman, it was he who dragged himself out of the crystal library, and threw himself into the physical universe after being tortured weakly.

"What else do you hide from me? I know the truth and falsehood of what you told me before, but today I am not in the mood to play a guessing game with you."

Salperton stepped forward and asked in a threatening tone:

"Say."

The eight-sided monster stared at Tubek, and then answered:

"Your thing is more than just a weapon. It is related to the fate of all of you, the poor abandoned."

"No matter what this monster says, I don't believe it."

Emile wiped the blood on his face, glared at the eight-faced monster and roared in a low voice, the eyes of the young think tank rolled with furious redness-he was already on the verge of losing control.

Salperdon winked at Joamir, and Amir nodded knowingly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearing his mind. Open your eyes.

Tubek turned and walked away, relying on the dark corner wall of the room, reaching out to untie the heavy classics from his waist, turning the pages of the book hastily, and seemed to become an outsider.

But everyone can tell that he cares about what the Ba Mianguai said.

"Who owns that thing?"

Salperton continued to ask.

The octagonal chuckled as he stared at the fainting Emil, and turned to answer Sarperdon's question.

"If I helped you, little wizard, it would be tantamount to imposing a curse on you~www.wuxiaspot.com~ personally pushing you into the fire pit."

He handed his long accessory limbs to his mouth, licking the blood that Emil had left and between his fingers.

"Can you still bear more curses?"

"I know my situation very well."

Salperdon’s tone was calm:

"I also know exactly what risks are worth taking."

"So you plan to cross the entire galaxy and go to the realm ruled by the Lord of Carrion to wander around?"

When the eight-faced monster said the word ‘lord of the carrion’, it clearly shivered.

"I hope you really understand who you are. Now you are unknowingly serving the master of conspiracy and increasing its power, but since you have chosen this path, you undoubtedly opened your arms to the crystal labyrinth voluntarily. Become its loyal servant willingly and bravely."

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