Chapter 801

After another boast, the eight faced monster pointed to QIANZI standing in the corner.

"Can Magnus' servant understand this? How much does he know about the motivation that drives you to look for it? Is he so eager to join you on this uncertain road?"

As salperdon glanced at tubek, the thousand child wizard still looked like nothing.

"Don't talk about this. Tell me what you know."

"My news is enough to shock your mind. First of all, Abaddon's black expedition will start again. This time will be unprecedented. If you really intend to face your destiny, I have so many ways for you to choose."

"My Lord, I don't quite understand."

Emil spoke again.

"If this creature has been completely isolated from the outside world for more than ten centuries, how does it know that the black expedition will start again?"

The octopus glanced at salperdon and smiled with schadenfreude.

"Although the human form of the soulless suppresses its sub spatial vision."

Salpurdon explained softly:

"But it can still try to contact outsiders who enter the cage and extract all valuable information from them."

For a moment, Emir was pale, but tubek nodded as if he understood it, but he was not surprised.

Salpurdon waved his hand to stop the emir's next words:

"You're not the first. I made the same mistake as you during my last visit, and I don't know if you remembered anything new."

"It stole my thoughts?"

"It doesn't matter. The octopus will be locked up here all his life. No matter what you share with it, you can't get out of this room."

Although Emil was not comforted, salpurdon turned around and faced the laughing octahedron again.

"Go on with what you just said."

The devil laughed again.

"There is a world called Paishang star, which is located in the extreme star domain you say. Many ships of your empire choose to go back and forth here -"

"Wait."

Salperdon interrupted the octahedron's talk:

"The last time you said it was in the solar star domain, why did you change it to the extreme star domain this time?"

For a moment, salperdon doubted the accuracy of the eight sided strange words.

"My Lord!"

Suddenly, the Emir shouted a warning, and salpurdon stepped back in time to avoid the rapid attack of the octahedron.

"I'm wasting my precious time."

Said salperdon, turning away.

"Wait!"

Seeing the impatience and uneasiness of the octopus as he got up to go, salperdon stabilized his mind with satisfaction: it must inform him of this information, which is exactly what the man said - the octopus was destined to help him here.

Although he did his best, he couldn't think of the reason why it would help himself.

On the other hand, it also proved that the man was really terrible. He not only foresaw that tubek would encounter trouble and asked himself to help, but also saw the cage of the eight faced monster.

This man must have great plans, but salperdon had to trust him for the time being.

Although it is unpleasant to continue to carry out the plan with doubts and unfinished propositions, the urgent time has not left salperdon with more choices.

A storm sweeping the galaxy is about to hit. In the eyes of fear, people are already floating and shaking. Only the dead empire is ignorant of it.

This storm is both a crisis and an opportunity. As long as we grasp the opportunity, salpurdon believes that he will have the opportunity to achieve his goal quickly.

"Because everything is always changing."

"Then go on."

"In about ten years, there will be a big war on Paishang star, and your holy instrument will also appear in the war. Of course, your destiny will have a choice there, and domlac will hover over all of you."

Domlac, a name very familiar to salperdon.

This is a living creature in illusion. It can be found in all kinds of folklore and creation myths - a giant giant crane circling the stars.

As for its symbolic meaning, salpurdon made assumptions from all aspects, and even suspected that it was related to his current dilemma.

Many civilizations regard domlac 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 meditative salperdon, and his eight faces were full of smiles.

"Faith will bear fruit. If enough souls hope for the existence of something at the same time, it will sooner or later give birth to an entity from nothingness, little wizard."

"Is it suggesting that we bow before a false god?"

Emil asked angrily, and salpurdon ignored the complaint. He had sorted out the confusion and clues.

The octopus smiled.

"Follow its trail and you will get what you want."

Salpurdon nodded and the sword in his hand turned into the scabbard.

"Very good."

He waved his hand at the door:

"Brothers, we don't have to get entangled with this creature anymore."

Emil did as he said, but tubek stopped for a moment and glanced at the eight faced monster standing in front of him.

The eight faced monster giggled and showed his white teeth in front of QIANZI's line of sight.

"Aliman asked me to say hello to you for him."

"Really, tell him I miss him very much."

Tubek turned around. He pretended to raise his hand to brush off the dust that didn't exist on the armor. He strode away from the cell with salpurdon's footsteps, without looking at the laughing octopus.

The octopus fell to the ground and laughed with a crash of chains.

"The erotic king, the erotic king, was a fool in those days. His children were even more stupid. They were no different from the fools under the rotten corpse Lord - they were just blind fools."

A moment later, a machine servant embedded in the wall suddenly began to twitch and gasp violently.

Like other machine servants, it was gouged out of its ribs. It had a bare gray black trunk similar to other machine servants, a bluish white scalp with shaved hair, and all kinds of thick and thin pipelines were inserted up and down. A pair of eyelids and lips were wrinkled into three dry sutures.

With its twitch, the expressionless face began to stretch and deform, and the skull was stretched and twisted, and finally turned into an angular mask with a vertical eye on the forehead.

"Salperdon is no fool."

The drone's psionic signal is cold and clear.

"It's you."

The octopus responded by pulling his chains and trying to look up at the deformed soulless machine servant.

"It's incredible that you should risk coming here. Exiled ariman."

"I will keep the promise I made with you. Salpurdon is an anomaly. The galaxy will undergo drastic changes due to him. The recovery of the 11th Corps needs them to contain it. Although they are only pawns in this ancient chess game, their victory or defeat will determine the trend of the situation in countless years in the future. The opportunity to realize our great wish is among them."

The struggling servant bowed his head and uttered his last words:

"Soon you will be free again."

"I will be free again -"

As he thought, the octopus closed his eyes and leaned back against the cold stone slab. Pictures flashed in his mind: the burning stars and a slowly rotating sphere in the flames.