At Lan Mu's request, a man in his thirties took him to see Ling Shi.

The man's name was Eleven, who was actually zero eleven.

They are all interpreters, numbering starting from 01. They are the absolute cores trained through rigorous selection and rigorous tests, and they are also the leaders of the organization.

So far, due to the small number of approved containment items, there have been only eighteen interpreters at the same time in the past 100 years, so the numbering ends at eighteen.

However, in fact, the remaining interpreters of CANC counted four leaders, and only eight were left.

They are zero three, zero five, zero six, zero eight, zero ten, zero eleven, zero twelve, and zero sixteen.

Needless to say, those with empty numbers are naturally dead. Generally speaking, the number of the dead interpreter can be supplemented, and a successor is selected from the interpreter candidates, inheriting the name and shelter.

However, numbers 1 and 2 are always vacant because these two are the creators of the organization.

The most inherited number is zero ten, a total of nine times. Before the discovery of the Zerg, the fantasy right hand was actually not allowed to be a shelter for the Taoist interpreter, but it was too important to deal with the Zerg, so it was allowed to select the relevant interpreter.

Countless elites collapsed in front of it and chose to die until Gaia's uncle became the current zero. Because Zero Ten’s persistence is a miracle, CANC has contributed to the forty years of sticking to the moon. If it is not for the characteristics of the right hand, he is definitely the best candidate for the leader, and no one can compare his merits.

Gaia’s number is 06. She is probably the only ‘Second Interpreter of Dao’. His uncle’s contribution is not retributable in the organization, so she inherited the relatively easy shelter ‘Earth Contract’.

However, in the mouths of the two future men, she was also the first interpreter to defect in history.

"Are you zero ten?" Lan Mu saw zero ten in a living cabin on the moon watch.

He is fifty-eight-nine-year-old, with a beard, but with a lot of white hair, mixed with black hair accounting for 70%.

At this time, Ling Shi had passed through the painful time of the soul, and a tablet computer was hung on his left arm anytime and anywhere, obviously to facilitate the acquisition of fantasy weapons.

"Angel Gabriel, I know you... You are not a companion in the organization, you don't have to call me zero, you can call me Reinhardt."

His voice was hoarse and deep.

Lan Mu looked at him in amazement and even saw through his soul.

At this moment, waves were already in his heart, and he felt a little unbelievable.

"The golden soul..."

In the eyes of Lan Mu Angel, Reinhardt's soul strength is not high, and his spiritual power is only five, but it shines with golden light. It is not real light, but a trait that appears in the angel's eyes!

"Saint... Fuck, saint!"

Lan Mu couldn't help but explode in his heart. The first time he saw this kind of soul, he almost instinctively understood this trait.

So far, there are about 4 billion devout believers in Lan Mu, not a saint, not even a little closer.

The traits of saints represent their absolute unshakable faith, absolute perseverance! God's most proud assistant and most trustworthy subordinate.

As long as his main **** is not a miser, saints can also become gods, yes, believe in and believe in themselves as gods...

In fact, Reinhardt is not a true saint, because he is not dead. The saints need to enter the kingdom of God to be able to confine the gods, even the poorest kingdom of God.

But where is the kingdom of God in this world? Reinhardt was not a **** either. Lan Mu could see that he believed it was CANC dogma...protection, containment, and control.

"It's a pity." Lan Mu was really furious. A containment organization was not even religious, and even had saints.

"Why is it bad to believe? Believe in this scam organization? It's a lonely ghost after death, or the kind that can't be dissipated!"

Thinking of this, Lan Mu was horrified, this person was smashed by CANC too badly.

Can you fall back on the bill if you die? Fantasy that the punishment of the right hand acts on the soul, which means that whether you die or not, you have to be punished. Those who had relied on their accounts in the front were okay. They were tortured to commit suicide and disappeared after death for at most a month.

However, Reinhardt... he was persistent and determined, so that after decades of torture, not only did he not collapse, but he continued to temper himself into a saint. He did not know how many people he protected during his sacrifice, which is equivalent to a crucifixion ritual, which is one of the foundations for the birth of a saint.

His soul is immortal and will be led to the kingdom of heaven he believes in...Of course this is part of the situation, and part of the situation is that there is no kingdom of God...

Then there is no way, because the steadfastness of the saints cannot even be changed by God.

When the soul of the saint is matched with the soul punishment of the fantasy right hand?

This combined into a tragedy, a soul tortured forever.

Is there anyone worse than this? To live and suffer, and to be tortured forever after death. Becoming a saint is not only not good, but it makes him unable to escape.

Lan Mu didn't know how to save him in such a weird situation. It was too miserable and almost incomprehensible.

"It's not impossible, as long as the entanglement of the fantasy right hand is removed...then you can only pay the debt..."

The way to pay for fantasy right-hand ability is imagination. How much has Reinhardt owed for so many years? Hard to calculate!

If we have to use human imagination to pay it back, I am afraid that human beings will completely lose their creativity. Even without creativity, is there any hope for this race? And didn't Reinhardt endure all this just because he wanted to preserve the human imagination? If the debt is repaid, wouldn't it be a waste of suffering for so many years?

So there is almost no solution.

These thoughts are a long story, but the reality has only passed for a moment.

Lan Mu originally wanted to use Gaia's relationship with him to try to win over him, but now he has no choice but to give up.

He said to Reinhardt: "I just came to see you, nothing happened..."

Eleven on the side felt that the angel was inexplicable. From his point of view, it was unacceptable to cooperate with a containment object. He would not trust an angel if it were not for Themis's order.

"Since there is nothing more to do, according to the task given to me by Themis, I will take you down from the D3 battle line and go straight to 150 kilometers underground, and then continue to find the core worm nest and kill the Zerg master." Said.

Lan Mu said: "It's good for you to lead the way. If you have to follow, it will be a burden."

Eleven tried to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. Although they are on the moon, they also know that the angel's record and ability are really strong, nothing to say.

He was ordered to lead the way, and at the same time, he was also regarded as assisting Lan Mu to kill. After all, it is impossible for CANC to have no combat power at all. Just waiting for it to clean up the swarms of insects can not rest assured, always send someone to kill the insects.

Themis insisted on sending Eleven to help, so Lan Mu went with him, and didn't stop him when he died.

"Wait, Eleven." Reinhardt walked over, drew a scepter from the tablet in his left arm and handed it over.

Eleven said in shock: "Don't! Alas..." He really didn't want Reinhardt to abuse his fantasy right hand anymore.

"This is a teleportation scepter. Although it is weakened, this distance is still okay." After speaking, Reinhardt drew out another True Sight Eye, which was 1.5 meters high, and inserted it directly on the floor beside him.

"When you encounter a danger that you can't resist, don't do it, you must send it back!" Reinhardt said solemnly.

"I'll get you a spear that pierces the dead Xiang." As he said, he wanted to get some props.

Eleven hugged him~lightnovelpub.net~ and hugged his arm and choked, "Don't take it anymore!"

"I must destroy the Zerg, then you will be free!"

Reinhardt smiled stiffly and said: "Don't brag." Then he broke free of Ileven, quickly operated the tablet, and quickly took out a scarlet spear and stuffed it into Ileven's hand.

Lan Mu silently watched the stars from the sidelines. Obviously, the people here on the moon defense line had already cultivated a kind of friendship that was even closer than their relatives after getting along with each other for a long time.

But for Eleven's words, he was noncommittal. Can you get rid of the Zerg? I am afraid that what will be waiting is not liberation, but more cruel torture that never ends.

After he died, Reinhardt didn't have that chance even if he wanted to pay off his debts.

"But the ability to imagine the right hand is really great, and it feels especially suitable for me..." Lan Mu couldn't help thinking.

"It's a pity that this side effect..."

……(To be continued.)