At Lan Mu's request, a man in his thirties took him to see Zero Shi. ?〔{{network

　　

　　 This man is called Eleven, who is actually zero eleven.

　　

　　 They are all interpreters, numbering starting from o1, they are the absolute core trained through heavy selection and rigorous tests, and they are also the leading candidates of the organization.

　　

　　 So far, because of the small number of approved containment items, there have been only 18 interpreters at the same time in the past 100 years, so the numbering ends at eighteen.

　　

　　Nb has four leaders, and only eight are left.

　　

　　 are zero three, zero five, zero six, zero eight, zero ten, zero eleven, zero twelve, zero six.

　　

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

　　

　　 The number of inheritance is zero ten times, a total of nine times. Before the current Zerg, the fantasy right hand was not actually allowed as a shelter for Taoist interpreters, but it was too important to deal with the Zerg, so it was allowed to select relevant interpreters.

　　

　　 Countless elites collapsed in front of it and chose to die until Gaia's uncle became the current zero. Because of the zero move, he contributed a lot. If it is not for the characteristics of the right hand, he is definitely the best candidate to lead, and no one can compare his merits.

　　

　　 Gaia’s number is zero sixteen. 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’.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 He is fifty** years old, with a beard, but a lot of white, mixed with black accounting for 70%.

　　

　　 At this time, Ling Shi has passed through the time of severe soul pain, and a tablet computer is 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 is hoarse and deep.

　　

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

　　

　　 At this moment, waves are already in his heart, and he feels a little unbelievable.

　　

　　 "The golden soul..."

　　

　　 In the eyes of Lan Mu Angel, Reinhardt's soul strength is not high, and his mental power is only five, but it shines with golden light. It is not real light, it is just 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 soul, he almost instinctively understood this trait.

　　

　　 There are about four billion devout believers in Lan Mu so far, not a saint, not even a little closer.

　　

　　The saint trait represents his absolutely 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 and believe in themselves and become 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.

　　

　　 Where is the kingdom of God in this world? Reinhardt was not convinced that he was not a god, Lan Mu looked and controlled.

　　

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

　　

　　 "What's not good about believing? Believe in this scam organization? Dead is a lonely ghost, or the kind that can't be dissipated!"

　　

　　 Thinking of this, can Lan Mu fall back on the bill if he is dead? 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 is so persistent and determined that he has not only not collapsed after decades of torture, but has been constantly tempered 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 saint's steadfastness 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.

　　

　　 In such a strange situation, Lan Mu didn't know how to save him. It was too miserable and almost impossible to understand.

　　

　　 "It's not impossible, as long as you get rid of the entanglement of your fantasy right hand... Then you can only pay the debt..."

　　

　　The way to pay for imaginary 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 is only a moment away.

　　

　　 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. In his opinion, 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, 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 if you lead the way. If you have to follow it afterwards, it will be a burden."

　　

　　 Eleven wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. Although they are on the moon, they also know that the angel's record and ability are really strong, nothing to say.

　　

　　 He was instructed to lead the way, and at the same time it was considered that he could not rest assured that he could just clean up the swarms of insects and wait, and he would always send someone to exterminate the insects.

　　

　　 Themis insisted on sending Eleven to help, so Lan Mu followed him, so he 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 you! Alas..." He really doesn't want Reinhardt to abuse his fantasy right hand any more~lightnovelpub.net~ This is a teleportation scepter, although it is weakened, this distance is still acceptable. "After speaking, Reinhardt pulled out another True Sight Eye, which reached a height of 1.5 meters, and stuck 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 again." As he said, he wanted to dig out the props.

　　

　　 Eleven hugged him, hooped his arm and choked, "Don't take it anymore!"

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 Lan Mu silently watched the stars from the sidelines. Obviously, the people on the lunar 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 he didn't comment on what Eleven said. 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 had no chance even if he wanted to pay off his debt.

　　

　　 "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.) 8