The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Why did you choose to be here on this special knot?"

The ancient warrior suddenly asked questions.

For a moment, Sarperdon planned to explain all the causes and consequences to the fearless standing here, but he finally shook his head:

"The reason is very simple. Magnus has promised to give us assistance. Twenty powerful wizards and their scarlet letters and warships will help us. Please forgive me for being abusive. I must talk to the prisoners immediately."

Adamathos let out a low rumble of mechanical roar.

"If it attracts its attention, even the most intelligent soul will not escape."

Sarperdon felt distraught. He had wasted too much time, so he said:

"I have never said that I am the'smartest,' but I have absolute information about my will."

The ancient warrior looked at Sarperdon, sighed back and gave in, and his thunderous pace strongly shook the ground under his feet.

"Beware of the pitfalls in its language."

The loud words uttered in the fearless loudspeaker followed the path where everyone came.

Everyone walked into the cell, and Memphis once again experienced a familiar feeling—the kind of claustrophobic feeling common in anti-psionic prisons.

For those who can arbitrarily see through the curtain of reality, this experience is really disturbing, anxious, and very painful.

Although Astarte’s superhuman body is sufficient to instantly end all physical pain, he is helpless with soul-level pain. More importantly, this feeling can always make Salperdon remember something deeply rooted in his heart. Enemy in the depths.

He looked around, and the hideous and distorted faces of the other two confirmed his thoughts: they felt the same way as himself.

The three of them moved forward in silence, passing through layers of hidden locks and psychic locks, and arrived in front of an inconspicuous ebony door.

"cheer."

Salperdon asked to put his hand on the door panel, and there was a fleeting light flowing between the hand armor and the door door.

"No matter what it was, it is now a silhouette symbolizing the power of destruction."

The two nodded in answer, and Sarpedon immediately opened the door with a palm.

As everyone walked into the cell, the flashing light spots and spheres of light seemed to be alive, converging and merging with each other, revealing its true body: a terrifying body with only distortions and deformities being bound to the law. In the formation, it was like some kind of weird mixture of half human and half alien.

The fingers of its four surprisingly long arms are connected to clumps of slimy, icy tentacles like marine creatures. Eight palm-sized faces are packed in one place, each with trembling inhuman features.

"Eight-sided monster!"

As soon as Tubek saw this thing, he couldn't help exclaiming his origin. As a thousand-child wizard, he could not be more familiar with this stuff.

Salperdon faintly scanned him, and then motioned to the two to follow in their own footsteps-if it hadn't been for Tubek's constant request, and this guy had a great use for future plans, he would never bring him.

"It's not so much the name'Eight-faced Monster', it's more of its classification."

Salperdon pulled out the rune sword hanging from his waist and strode forward, with the sharp blade in his hand pointed at the face of the octopus, and stopped less than half an inch from its viscous skin. Stabbed.

The creature didn't respond to everyone's movements, and piled lifelessly on the ground, like a pile of rotten meat falling from a butcher's cutting board.

Tubeck shook his head and sighed.

"This kind of monster can't spit out any useful information. Although they have almost all knowledge, they will never confide it easily unless they pay an unimaginable price..."

Eight-sided monsters are a kind of demon from the realm of tricks. Most of the time they live in the large library of the crystal labyrinth. Some wizards think they are guards, some wizards think they are administrators, but some wizards think they are treasures. The virtual body transformed by the title pages of many classics in the Crystal Library.

But in any case, the most famous feature of the eight-faced monsters is that they know almost everything, but similarly, their cunning and greed are also terrible. Once a wizard tried to extract valuable knowledge from them, but they finally paid the excitement. A tragic price.

Therefore, their reputation among thousands of children has not been good, and even worse than fear of demons.

"Yes?"

Before the words fell, the octagonal slumped to the ground suddenly violent, and the tentacles that came out suddenly clenched the rune sword, intending to pull Salperdon forward.

Emil pulled out the pistol from his waist in an instant, and Tubek also raised his staff at the same time and waved to hit.

"Don't do it."

Salperdong raised his hand to signal the two to put down their weapons, calmly aimed at the octagonal chest and flew a kick, kicking it to the ground.

"Don't pretend to be dead."

"Hey, a visit can be called'something strange'."

With a sneer, the psionic power of the eight-sided monster echoed in the three people's minds.

"Two visits are the end of the road."

The devil squirmed, dozens of eyes all over his head blinked, and each one was filled with banter.

"Does it only by staying with me, who is also an abandoned person, can give you a touch of comfort?"

Tubek clenched the staff in his hand tightly.

"A demon is not ashamed, I can make your soul scream for a hundred years!"

But Salperdon on the side shook his head.

"This eight-sided monster cannot be killed, I assure you, it is special."

As he said, he drew out the sword with a wave of his hand, and the sharp blade that pierced the arm of the octagonal didn't leave any marks on the skin.

"die?"

The creature also laughed immediately:

"You are just a poor creature who can't live without Magnus' asylum, Tubek."

Then it shrugged its four shoulders very humanely.

"Salperton, I can take good care of myself. Don't let that big guy protect me. Wearing a heavy iron coffin every day, I wander around, pretending to be a living person."

"Whatever you say."

"Then did you come here to chat with me?"

As it spoke, it raised a tentacled, and glanced at Sarpedon with its upper eye, and eight faces simultaneously squeezed out a bright smile.

"Or do you need me to do something for you?"

"I want to know the exact location of the snow lotus blade."

The creature nodded.

"Why do you think I will help you?"

"Damn scum!"

Tubek growled angrily ~www.readwn.com~ He started to swing his stick.

Salperton raised his hand to signal him to be safe and not irritable, and then said:

"This creature will confide the information I need."

"Why don't we extract information directly from its soul, so that we don't have to listen to its deceptive talk here."

Tubek murmured while spinning around the cell, rubbing the weapon in his hand, and staring at the weird figure formed by all kinds of limbs.

He looked reckless at this time, like a world swallower, but anyone present could see his careful thoughts and cunning gaze in the depths of his eyes. He has been using his psychic powers to test the area of ​​the octopus—though Such demons are very unreliable, but they are still rare and precious. For wizards, there is always a way to get something from them.

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