At Lan Mu's request, a man in his 30s brought him to see 0010.
This man was called Erawen, but he was actually 0011.
They were all preachers, numbered starting from 01. They were the absolute core members of the organization who had gone through numerous selections and harsh tests, as well as candidates for the organization's leadership.
Due to the fact that there were very few anomalies that had passed the audit, there had only been 18 preachers in the past 100 years, so they were numbered all the way up to 018.
But in reality, there were only 8 preachers left in CANC, including the four leaders.
They were respectively 03, 05, 06, 08, 010, 011, 012, and 016.
Needless to say, those with empty numbers were already dead. Normally speaking, the numbers of dead preachers could be replaced, and a successor would be selected from the candidates to inherit the name and anomaly.
However, number 1 and 2 would always remain empty, as they were the founders of the organization.
The one who had inherited the most was 0010, a total of 9 times. Before the discovery of the insectoids, the Fantasy Right Hand was actually not allowed to become an anomaly for preachers, but because it was so important to the insectoids, it was allowed to select preachers.
Countless elites collapsed in front of it and chose to die, until Gaia's uncle became the current 0010. This was because 0010's perseverance was a miracle, and his contributions to CANC's feat of defending the moon for 40 years were undeniable. If it weren't for the Fantasy Right Hand's characteristic, he would have been the best candidate for the position of leader, as no one else could compare to his contributions.
Gaia's number was 016, and she was probably the only 'second generation preacher'. Since her uncle's contributions couldn't be repaid by the organization, she was given the relatively easy task of inheriting the anomaly 'Earth's Covenant'.
However, according to the two people from the future, she was also the first preacher in history to betray the organization.
"You're 0010?" Lan Mu met 0010 in one of the living quarters on the surface of the moon.
He appeared to be around 50-59 years old, with a beard, but a lot of white hair mixed with black hair, which made up 70% of his hair.
At this point, 0010 had already endured the pain of his soul, and a tablet was hanging from his left arm at all times, obviously to make it easier for him to access the fantasy weapon.
"Angel Gabriel, I know you … you're not a comrade of the organization, so there's no need to call me 0010, you can call me Reinhardt"
His voice was hoarse and deep.
Lan Mu looked at him in astonishment, even seeing through his soul.
At this moment, great waves arose in his heart, and he felt slight disbelief.
"A golden soul …"
In the eyes of Angel Lan Mu, Reinhardt's Soul Strength was not high. His Spiritual Power was only at five points. However, he was shining with a golden light. That was not real light. It was just a special quality that appeared in the eyes of an angel!
"Holy Disciple … Holy shit, Holy Disciple!"
Lan Mu couldn't help but curse in his heart. The moment he saw this kind of soul, he instinctively understood this characteristic.
Until now, Lan Mu had about four billion devout believers, but there was not a single saint, not even close.
The characteristics of a Holy Disciple represented their unshakable faith and absolute persistence! He was God's proudest assistant and most trustworthy subordinate.
As long as his Main God wasn't a stingy person, even a Saint could become a God. That's right, as he continued to believe, he believed himself to become a God …
In fact, Reinhardt was not a real Saint, because he was not dead. A Saint needed to enter a God's Kingdom to become a God, even if it was the worst God's Kingdom.
But how could there be a God's Kingdom in this world? Reinhardt didn't believe in a God. Lan Mu could see that he probably believed in CANC's dogma … protection, shelter, and control.
"What a pity." Lan Mu was really angry. A shelter organization that was not even a religion had a Saint.
"What's wrong with believing in? Believing in this swindling organization? Even if I die, I'll be a lonely ghost, and the kind that can't dissipate! "
Thinking of this, Lan Mu was shocked. This person was really screwed over by CANC.
Could he go back on his word after he died? The punishment of the Fantasy Right Hand was applied to the soul, which meant that whether you died or not, you had to be punished. Those who went back on their word were still okay. They were tortured to the point of committing suicide. After they died, they would be tortured for at most a month before dissipating.
But Reinhardt … he was stubborn and had a strong will. Not only did he not collapse after decades of torture, but he also continued to be trained to become a Saint. He sacrificed himself to protect many people during the process of his suffering. This was equivalent to a suffering ceremony, and one of the foundations of the birth of a Saint.
His soul was immortal and would be led to the God's Kingdom he believed in … Of course, this was only part of the case. There were also some cases where there was no God's Kingdom …
Then there was no other way, because the determination of a Saint could not be changed even by a God.
What if the Saint's soul was combined with the Fantasy Right Hand's soul punishment?
This would be a tragedy, a soul that would be tortured forever.
Was there anyone who was more miserable than this? He suffered when he was alive, and he would be tortured forever after he died. Not only was there no benefit to becoming a Saint, but he also couldn't escape.
Lan Mu didn't know how to save him in such a strange situation. It was too miserable, and there was almost no solution.
"It's not that there's no way, as long as the Fantasy Right Hand's entanglement is removed … then I can only repay the debt …"
The payment method of the Fantasy Right Hand's ability was imagination. How much did Reinhardt owe after so many years? It was hard to calculate!
If he had to use human imagination to pay, he was afraid that humans would completely lose their creativity. Without creativity, was there any hope for this race? Furthermore, didn't Reinhardt endure all of this because he wanted to preserve his human imagination? If he had to repay the debt, wouldn't he have suffered for so many years in vain?
That was why there was almost no solution.
These thoughts sounded long, but only an instant had passed in reality.
Lan Mu originally wanted to use his relationship with Gaia to see if there was a possibility of winning him over, but now he could only helplessly give up.
He told Reinhardt: "I'm just here to see you, nothing much …"
On the side, Erawen felt that this angel was strange. From his point of view, cooperating with an anomaly was already unacceptable, and if it weren't for Themis's order, he wouldn't trust an angel at all.
"Since there's nothing else, according to the mission Themis gave me, I'll take you down from the D3 battlefront, 150 kilometers underground, then continue deeper to find the core hive and kill the insectoid Ruler" Erawen said.
Lan Mu replied: "Just lead the way, if you insist on following, you'll be a burden"
Erawen wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. Although they were on the Moon, they knew of the angel's battle record and ability, they were truly strong.
He was ordered to lead the way, and at the same time assist Lan Mu. After all, it was impossible for CANC to not contribute at all, they couldn't just stand there and wait, so they had to send someone to deal with the insectoids.
Since Themis insisted on sending Erawen to help, Lan Mu just let him be and didn't stop him from dying.
"Wait, Erawen" Reinhardt walked over, took out a scepter from the tablet on his left arm, and handed it over.
Erawen was shocked: "Don't! Sigh … "he really didn't want Reinhardt to abuse his fantasy right hand again.
"This is a teleportation scepter, although it's been weakened, it can still be used for this distance" After saying that, Reinhardt took out another Eye of Truth, which was 1.5 meters long, and stabbed it into the ground beside him.
"If you encounter a danger you can't resist, don't try to be brave, you must teleport back!" Reinhardt solemnly said.
"I'll get you another Spear of Death." As he said so, he wanted to take out another item.
Erawen hugged him, grabbed his arm, and sobbed: "Don't f * cking take anymore!"
"I must destroy the insectoids, then you will be free!"
Reinhardt smiled stiffly: "Don't brag." Then he forcefully broke free from Erawen, quickly operated the tablet, and quickly took out a scarlet spear and stuffed it into Erawen's hand.
Lan Mu silently watched the stars. Obviously, the people here on the Moon's defense line, after spending a long time together, had cultivated a relationship that was closer than family.
However, he didn't comment on Erawen's words. Would he be free after destroying the insectoids? He was afraid that what awaited him at that time would not be relief, but an even more cruel and endless torture.
After he died, even if Reinhardt wanted to repay his debt, he wouldn't have the chance.
"But fantasy right hand's ability is really powerful, it feels especially suitable for me …" Lan Mu couldn't help but think.
"Unfortunately, this side effect …"
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