God Emperor’s Angel of Death

After talking about it again, the eight-faced monster pointed at the thousand son standing in the corner.

"Does the servant of Magnus understand this? How much does he know about the motives that drove you to find that thing? Is he so eager to join you on this uncertain road? "

Salperton glanced at Tubek, and the Thousand Son wizard still looked all right.

"Don't talk about it, talk about what you know."

"All of my news is enough to shock your mind, so first of all, Abaddon’s black expedition will require Beginning, this time will be unprecedented. If you really intend to face your own destiny, I have so many paths for you to choose."

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

Emile spoke again.

"If this creature is really completely isolated from the outside world for more than a dozen centuries, how did it know that the black expedition is about to start again?"

The eight-faced monster glanced at Thrall Perdong, taking pleasure in other people's misfortune with a smile.

"Although the soulless human form suppresses its subspace vision."

Salperdon explained softly:

"But it can still Try to get in touch with the outsiders who enter the cage, and extract all valuable information from them."

For a moment, Emil's face was pale, but Tubek looked like a nodded, but he was not surprised. .

Salperdon waved his hand to stop Emil’s next words:

"You are not the first. I made the same mistake as you last time when I visited. I don’t know if you think of anything new."

"It stole my thoughts?"

"It doesn’t matter anymore, the eight-faced monster has to stay here for a lifetime, no matter you I can't get out of this room if I share anything with it."

Although Emil was not comforted, Sarperdon turned his head and faced the snickering Octopus again.

"Continue with the topic you just mentioned."

The demon laughed again.

"There is a world named Pai Shang Xing, which is located in the extreme Star Domain you call it. Many of your Imperium ships choose to go back and forth here—"

" Wait a minute."

Salperdon interrupted the babble’s talk:

"The last time you said you were in the Supreme Sun Star domain, why did you change your words to the limit this time? Star Domain?"

For a moment, Sarperdon doubted the accuracy of the Baguio's words.

"My lord!"

Suddenly, Emil shouted a warning, and Salperdon stepped back in time to avoid the swift attack of the octopus.

"I'm wasting precious time."

Salperdon turned his head and left.

"Wait!"

Seeing the irritability and restlessness of the eight-sided monster because he got up to go, Sarperdon was satisfied with his mind: it must be This information was notified to him, and it was exactly the same as what the person said-the eight-sided monster was destined to assist him here.

Although he tried his best, he couldn't think of why it would help him.

On the other hand, this also proves that the person is indeed terrifying. Not only did he foresee that Tubek would have trouble for him to help him, but he could also see the cage of the eight-sided monster.

This person's picture is bound to be very big, but Sarperdon has to believe him for the time being.

Although it is unpleasant to continue to implement the plan with doubts and unfinished propositions, the tight time has not left Salperdon with more choices.

A storm sweeping across the galaxy is about to hit, and people's hearts are already floating in the eyes of fear, wind and rain are shaking, only the dead Imperium is still confused and ignorant about this.

This storm is both a crisis and an opportunity. As long as he grasps the opportunity well, Salperdon believes that he will have the opportunity to complete the goal quickly.

"Because everything is always changing."

"Then keep talking."

"In about ten years, the star will be There is a big battle, your Saint Artifact will also appear in the war. Of course, your destiny will also have a choice there. Domrak will be entangled in the heads of you all persons."

More Mrak, a name that Sarperdon is very familiar with.

This is a creature that exists in illusions, and its silhouette can be found in various folklore and creation myths-a ten thousand zhang giant anaconda coiling around the stars.

Regarding its symbolic meaning, Sarperdon has made assumptions from various aspects, and even suspected that it is connected to his current predicament.

Many civilizations regard Domrak as a metaphor for death, and regard it as a synonym for the process of transformation from one state to another.

The eight-faced monster stared at the pensive Salperdon, smiling on all eight faces.

"Faith will bear fruit. If there are enough souls hoping for the existence of something at the same time, then sooner or later it will give birth to entities from nothingness, little wizard."

"Is it suggesting that we bow down in front of a false god?" Emil asked angrily, Sarperdon ignored the complaint, he had sorted out the messy threads and clues.

The eight-sided monster smiled.

"Follow its traces, and you will finally get what you want."

Salperdon is nodded, the sword in his hand turns into its sheath.

"Very good."

He waved his hand at the door:

"Brothers, we no longer need to continue to hopelessly muddled with this creature."

Emile hearing this did, but Tubeck paused for a while and glanced at the eight-sided monster standing in front of him.

The Eight-faced Monster giggled, and his white teeth were exposed in front of Qianzi's sight.

"Ahriman asked me to greet you on his behalf."

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

Tubek Turning around, he pretended to raise his hand to dust the non-existent dust on the armor, and followed Salperdon's footsteps to leave the cell with a stride, no longer glanced at the snickering octopus.

The eight-sided monster fell to the ground with the sound of chain collision, and laughed loudly.

"The King of the Heart, the King of the Heart, was a stupid back then, and his heirs are even more stupid, no different from the idiots under the Lord of Carrion—and just a blind fool. That's it."

After a while, a machine servant embedded in the wall suddenly began to twitch and gasp violently.

It has the ribs removed like other machine servants. It has a bare gray and black torso similar to other machine servants. It has an azure-white scalp with shaved beard and hair, and it is covered with pipes of various thicknesses. A pair of eyelids and lips were also wrinkled into three shriveled sutures.

As it twitched, the expressionless face began to stretch and deform. The skull was constantly stretched and twisted, and finally turned into a mask with horns, with a vertical eye on the forehead.

"Salperton is not a fool."

The psionic signal of the machine servant is cold and clear.

"It's you."

While responding, the eight-faced monster pulled on his shackles, trying to look up at the deformed soulless machine servant.

"It's incredible that you would risk coming here, Ahriman banished."

"I will keep the promise I made with you, Sarperdon is an odd number , Yinhe will change drastically because of him, and the recovery of Eleven Legion needs them to contain. Although they are just pawns in this ancient chess game, their victory or defeat will determine the direction of the situation for countless years in the future, and realize our great wish. The opportunity lies in this."

The struggling machine servant lowered his head and uttered his last words:

"Soon, you will be free again."

"I will regain my freedom--"

While thinking, the octagonal closed his eyes and leaned back on the cold slate, with pictures in his mind Constantly flashing past: the stars burned and shattered in the flames and a slowly rotating sphere.