"This weapon spirit doesn't look very smart."
Looking at the soul-devouring bead that was still in place, Sleipnir said with disgust.
In the blink of an eye, the arrogant expression on the soul-devouring bead's face had turned into a flattering smile, "Masters, what can I do for you?"
Without talking nonsense, Athena asked directly, "Tell us what happened to the divine battle three thousand years ago."
"The divine battle?"
A trace of confusion appeared on the soul-devouring bead's face. It thought for a moment and said helplessly, "The battle was too fierce back then, causing me to lose my memory. At present, I only have the memory after the battle, but..."
After a pause, the soul-devouring bead continued, "My subconscious memory tells me that the battle at that time seemed to..."
After thinking for a while, it still didn't remember anything. It could only smile awkwardly, "Anyway, it's not simple."