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"You...you...what do you want to know?"

The guide looked at the believers who rushed towards the optical network one after another, and then the believers were burned into coke, the confidence in their eyes disappeared instantly.

He knew very well in his heart that because he was immortal, if he was really hung on it, it would be a kind of torture. The believers would just struggle and be finished in a few seconds.

And he may be tortured on it for hours, days or even longer, as long as the devil in front of him is willing, he can torture himself forever.

Not being afraid of death does not mean that there is no pain. The body pierced by Han Xiaodong's ice arrow earlier made the guide feel sad for a while.

Fortunately, he has undergone specialized high-intensity training in this regard, and the pain caused by such an instantaneous injury is tolerable.

But facing the optical net that completely surrounded himself and Han Xiaodong in front of him, he didn't have any confidence. This kind of continuous high-intensity damage, and the damage that would never stop at all, the guide thought he didn't have the perseverance to resist it.

"Where did the disappearing believers go? What is your purpose for taking them away? Also, have they become like this?"

Han Xiaodong didn't talk nonsense with him either. At this moment, his opponent had completely collapsed, so there was no need to talk nonsense anymore, just ask questions directly.

"I don't know where I went." The guide replied quickly.

Just seeing the obvious dissatisfaction with the answer in Han Xiaodong's eyes, he immediately shook his head desperately:

"I really don't know! I'm not lying! It's all arranged directly by the people above. But I heard that those people will be sent to the Hariheng training ground, which is the place where loyal fighters are trained. That's all I know Yes, really!"

The guide was terrified at this moment, because he saw with his own eyes the last believer was hung on the optical net, and finally turned into a piece of black dross and fell to the ground.

"Where is the Harley Heng training ground?" In any case, there was finally a clue, and Han Xiaodong immediately shifted his focus to it.

"It is a training ground for loyal fighters. It is an honor to be able to go to Harleigh. I only heard that it is a moving training ground, and there is no exact location.

If you want to find Hariheng, you can only go through the guidance of the divine soldier, there is no other way. "

The guide spoke very fast, and when he spoke, fine beads of sweat fell from the top of his head. It could be seen that he was really nervous.

However, the information he provided made Han Xiaodong very dissatisfied. What is the situation in the Halliheng training ground that needs the guidance of magic soldiers?Isn't this the same as not saying it?

His relationship with the magic soldiers and generals has never been very good, or to be precise, it is very bad.I'm afraid it's impossible for these guys to lead the way for me.

However, this guy in front of him really didn't seem to be able to figure out anything new, which made Han Xiaodong, who had put in a lot of effort, very dissatisfied.

"Besides this, what else do you know?"

Han Xiaodong snapped his fingers, and the light net above his head flickered for a moment, making a stabbing sound like a demonstration, with sparks.

"I... I really don't know anything anymore. I'm just a manufactured experiment, similar to... just like him, except that my vitality is stronger than his. We each perform our duties." Leading the way The man said, pointing to the little prophet whose feet were already cold.

Han Xiaodong sighed, this is why he is too anxious, obviously the two guys are basically the same, but one has become a tool to monitor the other.

It seems that the bottom layer of the Creator is really not easy to mix, and they have established a huge intelligence organization, and they don't even trust the people inside.

"You still haven't answered my question. Are the people who were taken away also like them?" Seeing that there was really nothing new to squeeze out, Han Xiaodong decided to call it a day.

Before that, he still needs to ask clearly about the things he cares about. This question has nothing to do with the mission itself. It just reminds him of the mother and daughter he met before. If he can really bring the son back from that family, at least he can feel at ease.

This time the guide did not disappoint him, and gave a negative answer: "No, these are leftovers from the selection, the smart and capable ones are taken away, and the rest are disposed of as waste. The people who took away are Independent will must be guaranteed, because they may be promoted to new magic soldiers."

The guide was very slick when talking about this process. Obviously, this is the standard process of the creator. From this point of view, the creator seems to be expanding his power.

However, the word waste still makes Han Xiaodong feel extremely harsh. In the past, these people were also believers, and they also hoped to avoid disasters by believing in this false god fabricated by the creator.But the end result was that they became victims, soulless monsters who were completely instructed by others.

Han Xiaodong's optical network is just to free their bodies that can still move. People who have lost their independent will are no different from corpses.

"How many organizations like this do you have?" Han Xiaodong glanced at the guide impatiently.

"I don't know the exact numbers. My function is to ensure that the Prophet will not betray the organization. The Prophet is really responsible for these matters."

When the guide mentioned the Prophet, his tone gradually weakened, because Han Xiaodong's expression was unkind, obviously he was still worried about the killing of the Prophet.

"Does the Prophet have any documents left behind?" Han Xiaodong still didn't give up, and decided to squeeze it out.

This time, the guide shook his head: "We never leave any written records, so the organization will never be discovered."

Han Xiaodong snorted coldly when he heard the words, and said disdainfully to the guide: "Hmph, you will never find out that you have taken so many insurances, and now you are exposed? There is a use for it!"

Although he said so on the lips, he knew very well in his heart that this insurance method was actually very effective.

As a watcher, the guide knows little about the organization, and as a fuse, in case of danger, as long as the guide kills the prophet, the secrets of the organization will not be exposed.

Therefore, the guide was designed to be someone who could not be killed easily, so that even in the face of a hail of bullets, he could still kill the Prophet and retreat unscathed.

Even if he miscalculated this time, when he met a strong opponent like Han Xiaodong, because the guide killed the prophet who really knew the core secret, the information he got was still very limited.

Perhaps because of this, the creator dared to let the prophet convince him that he was a dangerous person.

This meticulous thought really catches people off guard. Who would have thought that the guide, who looks harmless to humans and animals and has no offensive ability, is the most dangerous link in the whole chain. When he confronted two bodyguards just now, he The one who has been hiding behind the Prophet.

"So, those two guys don't know anything?" Han Xiaodong looked at the two bodyguards speechlessly.

Sure enough, the guide shook his head: "They are only responsible for picking up the prophet from the divine soldiers, and they don't know anything else."

Seeing that all the clues were broken, Han Xiaodong let out a long sigh, raised his right hand and aimed at the guide's head:
"Take a message to your god for me, tell him to wash his head and get it ready, and I will go get it myself!"