God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Salperton ignored Tubeck who was turning around and continued to question:

"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 whose hands it is, little wizard?"

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

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

Suddenly, he felt a little bad-the octagonal even knew his plan better than him. He originally guessed that the sacred relic might be in some ruin or Ancient Battlefield.

But now it seems that it is not anymore.

Who owns the snow lotus blade now?

Salperton evoked a pool of memory in his brain, constantly pouring out various messages and handwriting, and reconsidering his own strategies.

"When the original body battle died, there were four Legions present. The first and 11th Legions were directly involved in the battle, and the 20th and ninth Legions followed. The 11th Legion was already in the near future. It is destroyed, then it can only be in the hands of the other three Legions."

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

Salperton is fast in his mind. Reading what the ancient warrior told him about all the information and stories about the war that year, while keenly adjusting the state, lest the Octagonal get the upper hand in the lip-tooth confrontation.

"In fact, only the 11th and the first Legion actually participated in the battle, and the first Legion 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 says probability, then the probability of the first Legion is the greatest."

At this time, Emil interrupted Sa Elperton’s statement.

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

Salperton raised his hand to the wall embedded in the wall. Servant of the Soulless:

"The eight-sided monster is cut off from all parts of the galaxy. It will never be able to escape from here. 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 the Emir, still with a big smile on his face.

"My guardian and master have changed batch after batch, but I am still alive and well in this rotten physical universe. Although I have been boring, there is always nothing to let I am interested in fun."

As he said, it leaned over in the direction of Emil.

"If you can spend more time reading the pile of books that you have hoarded, instead of flattering and fawning behind the chief's ass, you may be able to learn a little more ability."

"Shut up!!"

The annoyed Amir lifted his long sword and slashed at that creature. At the same time, the strong rays of light came from his psychic hood. It spouted, and smashed it along with the sword wind against the eight-sided monster.

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

It leaped up suddenly at an unrecognizable speed with naked eye, stretched out its claws to hold the falling blade, and pulled Emir into its arms with 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 was pierced into the back of the monster, but the eight-faced monster ignored the stabbing and laughed madly and gathered several big mouths together. Emile's face.

Immediately, the blood-reeking qi in the air filled the air.

"Is there enough trouble."

Salperdon, who was gradually impatient, gestured with one hand and introduced the subspace fire into the sword in his hand, forcing the eighth side monster Bend down again on the base made of black stone.

Emil stumbled free, holding his blood-smeared face and muttering angrily, Tubek chased the fallen Octagon, one after another psionic lightning flashed past , But in the case of being suppressed, it is actually not much stronger than an electric shock.

"It's useless, Tubek brother."

Salperton stopped him.

"Stop oneself to somebody's level with him."

Tubek pulled his staff back 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 guarantee that when the time comes, you will die if you want to die!"

The roaring belt of Qianzi wizard With the incomparable oppression force, even the smug expression of the octagonal monster was swept away by his threat, because the eyes of the opponent were blazing with psychic flames, and the churning illusory shadow was for the hell he had crossed. A glimpse of it.

The eight-faced monster did not dare to continue impudent, and stared at Tubek with a vigilant look.

This Qianzi wizard, it is a bit inaccurate, because it smells another existence from this guy.

The guy named Ahriman was the one 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."

Salper Dong stepped forward and asked in a threatening tone:

"Say."

The eight-faced 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 poor abandoned people."

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

Emil wiped the blood off his face, glared at the Octopus 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.

Salperton winked at Joamir, and Amir immediately knew nodded, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, clearing his mind. Open your eyes.

And Tubek turned and walked away, relying on the dark corner wall of the room, reaching out from his waist to untie the heavy classics, 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 giggled at the fainting Emil, and turned to answer Salperdon’s question.

"If I helped you, little wizard, it would be tantamount to imposing a curse on you personally and pushing you into the Fire Pit with your own hands."

It will make its own long auxiliary limbs. He handed it to his mouth, licking the blood that Emil had left and between his fingers.

"Can you still bear more curses?"

"I know my condition very well."

Salperdon’s tone was calm :

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

"So you plan to travel across the entire galaxy to the realm ruled by the Lord of Carrion. Circle?"

When the eight-sided monster uttered the word'Lord of the Carrion', it shivered obviously.

"I hope you really understand who you are. Now you unconsciously serve the master of conspiracy and increase its power, but since you have chosen this path, you are undoubtedly willing to go to the crystal labyrinth. It opened its arms and became its willing and brave servant."