Chapter 800

Salpurdon ignored tubek and continued his questioning:

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

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

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

Salpurdon hesitated. Why did the devil ask him this question?

He reasoned hundreds of questions and answers, but he lacked this one.

Suddenly, he felt something bad - the octopus knew his plan better than he did. He had guessed that the holy thing might be in a relic or an ancient battlefield.

But now it seems that it is not.

Who owns the snow lotus blade now?

Salpurdon recalled the pool of memory in his brain, poured out all kinds of information and handwriting, and reconsidered his strategy.

"When the mother died, four legions were present. The first and eleventh legions were directly involved in the battle, and the twentieth and ninth legions came later. The eleventh Legion had been destroyed soon, so it could only be in the hands of the other three legions."

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

While rapidly flipping through all the information and stories about the war told him by the ancient soldier, salpurdon keenly adjusted his state so as not to let the eight faced monster gain the upper hand in the battle of lips and teeth.

"In fact, only the eleventh and first legions are really involved in the war, and the first Legion has always had a mysterious Arsenal."

He continued:

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

At this time, Emir interrupted salpurdon's statement.

"With all due respect, sir, are you sure it's a good choice to disclose these military intelligence to this creature?"

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

"The connection between the octopus and all parts of the galaxy is broken here. It will never escape here. It will die and rot here with these secrets."

"You've always been like this. Talk and talk."

The creature turned to look at Emir, still with a big smile.

"My guardians and masters have changed batch after batch, but I am still in this rotten physical universe and live well. Although I have been bored all the time, there is always no fun that can interest me."

Then he leaned over in the direction of Emil.

"If you could spend more time reading the pile of books you hoard instead of flattering behind the boss, you might learn more skills."

"Shut up!!"

The angry Emil swung his long sword and chopped at the creature. At the same time, a strong light came out of his psionic hood and pounded down with the sword wind against the octahedron.

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

It soared at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, stretched out its claws to hold the falling sword body, and pulled Emil into its arms.

"Asshole! Damn it!"

Emil cursed loudly, trying to break free from the four arms that held him.

Tubek stepped forward quickly and the staff in his hand went straight into the back of the monster's heart, but the octopus ignored the stab and laughed wildly and put several big mouths on Emil's face.

At that time, the blood in the air filled the air.

"Have you had enough."

Gradually impatient salperdon made a gesture with one hand, introduced the sub space fire into the sword in his hand, and forced the octahedron to bend over on the black stone base again.

Emil stumbled to break free and muttered angrily holding his blood stained face. Tubek pursued the fallen octahedron, passing through a series of psionic lightning, but when suppressed, it was actually no better than electric shock.

"It's no use, brother tubek."

Salperdon spoke to stop.

"Don't go along with him."

With a cold face, tubek pulled back his staff and bent over the eight sided monster who collapsed to the ground:

"If you dare to try again, I promise you won't have to die if you want to!"

The roar of the thousand child wizard was with unparalleled pressure, and even the smug expression of the eight faced monster was swept away by his threat, because the other party's eyes gushed with burning psionic flames, and the tumbling virtual shadow was a glimpse of the hell he had crossed.

The octopus didn't dare to continue to be presumptuous and stared at tubek with a wary face.

The thousand child wizard is a little uncertain because he smells another existence from this guy.

The guy named ariman was the one who dragged himself out of the crystal library, tortured so weak that he threw him into the physical universe.

"What else do you hide from me? I know what you said to me before is true and false, but today I'm not in the mood to play a guessing game with you."

Salpurdon stepped forward and asked in a threatening tone:

"Say."

The octopus stared at tubek and then answered:

"Your thing is not just a weapon. It concerns the fate of all of you poor abandoned people."

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

Emil wiped the blood on his face, glared at the eight faced monster and growled in a low voice. The eyes of the young think tank rolled red with rage - he was already on the edge of losing control.

Salpurdon winked at Emir. Emir nodded knowingly, closed his eyes, inhaled deeply and cleared his mind. Open your eyes.

Tubek turned away, leaned against the dark corner wall in the room, reached out to untie the heavy classics from his waist, and turned the pages hastily, as if he had become an outsider.

But everyone could see that he cared about what the octopus said.

"Whose hand is that?"

Salpurdon continued to ask.

The octopus stared at the wilting Emir, giggled and turned to answer salperdon's question.

"If I help you, little wizard, it's like putting a curse on you and pushing you into the pit of fire."

It held its long limbs to its mouth and licked the blood between Emir and his fingers.

"Can you bear more curses?"

"I know my situation very well."

Salperdon's tone was calm:

"I also know what risks are worth taking."

"So you're going to travel across the galaxy to the realm of the rotten corpse Lord?"

When the eight faced monster said the word "Lord of the rotten corpse", it obviously shivered.

"I hope you really understand who you are. Now you unknowingly serve the master of the conspiracy and increase its strength. However, since you have chosen this road, you are undoubtedly willing to open your arms to the Crystal Maze and become its willing and brave loyal servant."