"Don't talk about me, I'm just one of the suffering beings in the galaxy, and my experience doesn't matter."

Thrall no longer talks about his tragic life, his body lying in the strange contraption, his mind wandering through the space as if pondering, and finally suddenly comes to mind a question that desperately needs to be answered.

"Vashtor, the subspace sub-god you are looking for, is he the one who directs the forces of chaos within the Eye of Fear to fight us?"

Hearing this question, Qin Mo thought about it for a moment.

Then Qin Mo thought that strictly speaking, it was obviously not Vashtor who was guiding those enemies of the human race, it was indeed a secondary god, but it had no authority in the eyes of the enemies of the human beings who believed in the righteous gods of chaos or subspace.

Coupled with the fact that the Cultists of Chaos were as chaotic as their beliefs themselves, Vashtor was clearly not an authoritative being like the Lord of the Eyes of Fear.

However, it is true that the Cult of the Dark Machines from the Eye of Fear, the Titan Legion and the Renegade Knights from 10,000 years ago, as well as the renegade Space Marines from various warbands and countless Demon World Xenomorphs are fighting on the Iron Ring, and even the Iron Warriors who believe in chaos itself.

Qin Mo felt that although Vashtor could not directly lead the many forces within the Eye of Fear, it could find ways to create conditions for others to obey him.

Just as the Black Legion has become Vashtor's subordinates, most of them just think that Vashtor can resurrect their commander, but most of them are in the service of Vashtor.

Like many people who throw themselves into the arms of Chaos, their original intentions are not evil, nor do they write "I am a Chaos believer" on their faces, but those creatures from the subspace always have a way of seducing them.

After thinking about it, Qin Mo could only give Sal a vague response: "Yes, but not exactly, why are you asking so much." ”

"I just think that if it has an army of various Chaos elites, it can be ...... by just the two of us" Sal's tone was much more euphemistic than his words.

"It's enough for the two of us, and we don't want to fight all the way into the sea of souls in the mouth of your spirit clan, and kill to Vashtor's lair, because it will definitely take the initiative to appear, otherwise why should I ask you to help me find out where Vashtor is?" Qin Mo said indifferently.

"That's the right person." "While I may not be at the same psionic level as my relatives in the Comoros, I have a divination device installed in my Titan that dates back to the Battle of Heaven, because the Titan was damaged because of ......."

While proudly introducing all his things and the wisdom of his ancestors, Thrall suddenly realized something, and his tone changed to a mixture of surprise and doubt: "You came directly to me for help, do you know what the function of my Titan is?" Or are you just here to try your luck? ”

"I can only say that there are a few strong people in the expeditionary fleet who can compare with Uslan with psionic energy, and Uslan himself is in the fleet, if I just want to find someone with strong psionic energy and simply try my luck with psionic energy, I won't come to you." Qin Mo responded.

Thrall didn't ask any more questions, he knew that there were many secrets in this man that he didn't know and shouldn't know.

For example, when they first met, Qin Mo acted as if he not only knew about the Spirit Race but also knew the past of the Spirit Race, he was not like the person who should appear in the galaxy in the activity area of the Spirit Race in Tyrone.

Sal has held out this question to this day, and he will continue to hold it back, because he knows that there are some things that he can't ask even as a friend.

"There's one thing I want to talk about...... Sal mentions another thing that is holding back in his heart, about his own future.

But at this moment, the light that drifted from outside the Titan suddenly poured into the Titan's interior.

The ancient instrument that had been used for battle divination as early as the Battle of Heaven suddenly came alive.

Thrall perceived many things in a split second, from the past to the future, countless incomprehensible obscure fragments flickering back and forth in his consciousness.

It contains some of the things that the two prophetic souls speak within the Titans.

Thrall heard what the Prophets had said, and he thought it was a warning from the Prophets to him, but he soon understood from the attitude of the Prophets' souls that it was not for himself, but for another person within the Titan at this time.

It was a warning that he directly wanted to convey to Qin Mo through the mouth of others, and these warnings appeared directly in Sal's memory when the two prophets were still alive, and suddenly chanted abrupt words in their daily interactions.

After digesting this series of obscure information, Sal fell into shock.

Not because the prophet who resided inside the Titan would actually give Qin Mo a warning, but because he was shocked because he saw the direction of the future war.

"What do you want to say? Why is there a sudden silence? Qin Mo saw that Sal was halfway through his words, and thought that a battle commander suddenly came outside, and took advantage of Sal's chatter to shoot through the head of the Spirit Clan's Titan.

Sal's tone was panicked, and at first he shouted some spirit language incoherently, and then adjusted his mentality for a moment before conveying what he had to tell Qin Mo in human words: "Vashtor is on the iron ring...... No, I mean it's going to be on hoops in the future. ”

"Well, then what." Qin Mo nodded, this is why he came to Sal to borrow the help of the Ancient Titan of the Spirit Clan.

"When it does, it goes straight where it shouldn't be." Thrall said nervously, "With its damned slaves and lackeys bound to fate. ”

"The last place to be? You calm down and speak slowly. Qin Mo's tone was steady and forceful, hoping to use his calmness at this time to influence Sal.

Thrall took a deep breath and said something he couldn't even believe: "Vashtor will appear in the most stable area of effect of the Blackstone. ”

After listening to what Sal said, Qin Mo's expression was calm.

He hadn't deliberately pretended to be garlic in front of this Spirit Clan, but he had already thought about what would happen the moment he heard that the three artifacts had fallen into the hands of Vashtor.

Three artifacts.

The Tuchucha Engine, Ouroboros, and Plague Heart, these three things can be assembled to form the Discord Engine, which was once part of the Ancient Saint species.

It is unclear what exactly the Discord Engine was used for in the hands of the Ancient Sage, but it could be used to open up the network.

This strange artifact left behind by an ancient saint is powerful enough to open up a shortcut to the network directly within the area of effect of the blackstone.

"Tell me where Vashtor's future appearance is." Qin Mo raised his head and asked.

"Don't go." Thrall uttered the prophet's warning, "The souls of both prophets in the body have asked me to dissuade you, and they advise you not to ignore anything else because of the desire to kill Vashtor, or you will be in danger...... They can't see your future, but they can look directly at Washtor's malice. ”

"I will not ignore anything else because of the desire to kill Vashtor."

After listening to Sal's words, Qin Mo turned around and walked towards the passage from the Titan's internal space to the outside world.

"I'm just going to destroy the Discord Engine and nothing else."

(End of chapter)