Rebels, grave keepers.

It's just six words, but there is enough information to come.

First of all, the Resistance already knew about the existence of the Waste Squad.

Secondly, each floor is guarded by competent people.

The waste team wants to get No. 1 out and has to fight all the way up.

In the end, there is likely to be only one person on the other side.

The four exchanged glances, confirming the conjecture in each other's hearts.

In the blink of an eye, the secret grave keeper was not idle, and asked,

"Principal, what are your abilities?"

[Sincerity for Sincerity] is still in effect, and the grave keeper needs to obtain the most valuable information.

The previous two machine-gun attacks were just appetizers, in order to test the limits of the waste team.

The magician's methods are too bizarre to be put aside.

The explorers and Saturday's intelligence are also known to the rebels.

Only the Principal, the third in the Fortune List, the temporary master of Paradise Lost, has never appeared on the frontal battlefield.

There is very little information about him.

At the same time, the ability shown by the principal also makes people can't help but be curious.

Bullets will turn around when they meet him!

The grave keeper suspects that if the bullets are replaced with large-caliber shells, or if the nuclear bomb is thrown directly, the director may be unharmed, and the rebel headquarters will be severely damaged!

Therefore, the highest priority is the principal!

On the side of the waste team, the director cleared his throat and replied unhurriedly,

"Your question is very good, but fortunately, considering all external factors, considering the current situation of the confrontation between the Resistance and Paradise Lost, you may be in danger of your life."

Grave Keeper: ???

Why did the principal start talking nonsense?

A smile tugged at the corners of Saturday's mouth and shook his head slightly.

These guys really don't understand the principal.

The principal never takes the initiative to learn new knowledge, hoping that everything will remain the same, and the correct nonsense is basketed after basket, and the long and difficult sentences are said one by one.

Every time there is a meeting, when it is the principal's turn to speak, everyone falls asleep

Use [Sincerity for Sincerity] to the principal, it is really a meat bun beating a dog, and there is no return.

However, this did not delay the operation of the waste team.

Saturday opened his mouth and shouted,

"How many capable people do you have?"

The director is still answering questions, [sincerity for sincerity] is still in effect, and the grave keeper must tell the truth.

The secret grave keeper was silent for a few seconds, and then had to answer,

"One."

Sure enough, there was only one!

The conjecture in everyone's hearts was confirmed, and the odds were a little bigger.

Four against one, the advantage is in the waste squad!

When the grave keeper had finished answering the question, he shouted again,

"Who are you?"

"I'm an explorer."

The explorer answered first, and at the same time asked,

"Why did you risk your life to intercept us?"

This is also a question that everyone present wants to ask.

As we all know, Luton is very good at calculating accounts, and even knows how much his life is worth.

Only things of sufficient value will make Ludon gamble.

There is only one grave keeper, and against the waste team, he is obviously at a disadvantage, and there is no reason to die with them here!

After a few more familiar seconds of silence, the grave keeper finally couldn't resist [True Heart for True Heart] and had to answer,

"The Prophet said, 'That fellow is among you!'"

That guy?

"I'm Saturday."

Saturday immediately answered the grave keeper's last question, and asked,

"Who's that guy?"

This time, the grave keeper apparently had the answer ready,

"Luden!"

Hearing this answer, everyone's hearts sank again.

Luden?

This answer seems simple, but in fact it is a hidden mystery.

Whether it's the Resistance Army or Paradise Lost, Ludon who joins them will give himself a code name.

There is a rare consensus between the two sides: after having a code name, we are not Luden.

And the grave keeper says the guy is Luden.

Is it really Luden?

The only Luden.

There has been a Ludon three times in history, and it should come to Ludon in this era.

The four members of the waste team immediately exchanged glances, and their suspicion of each other was evident in their gazes.

If Ludon was really hidden from the crowd, who would he be?

Sabbath?

No, prophets could not prophesy anything related to the Sabbath.

The inner activities of the four are extremely similar, after all, they are all Luden, even if their personalities are slightly different, their way of thinking is still similar.

First of all, the likelihood of the remaining three people skyrockets.

No, you can't rule yourself out, what if you even lie to yourself?

Luton can do that.

If he is the real Luden, how can he ensure that his identity is not exposed and he survives?

If you are not, how can you guarantee to find that guy and kill him?

In an instant, cracks appeared in the already crotch-pulling cooperative relationship between the waste squads.

The magician was about to answer the grave keeper's previous question when the headmaster suddenly stopped, and said no more.

"The ability is broken."

Saturday's sticky notes are just sticky notes after all, and there is a time limit.

The magician looked disappointed, he was going to finish answering the question and ask the other party who that guy was.

Finding the 'real' Ludon is important for every Luden.

As for what to do after finding the other person.

Every Ludon has an idea for every Luden.

To be precise, it is a set of carefully arranged ways for the other party to die.

Only by killing each other can you end everything and become the real Ludon.

Saturday looked at the principal and asked,

"Do you think the grave keeper is telling the truth, that guy. Is it really among us? ”

"The truth can be deceiving."

The director said coldly,

"Anyone can be true Luden, this matter will be put in the future, and there can be no infighting at this time."

"Headmaster, you'd better come and see this."

The explorer got up from under the coffin, frightened, and pointed to the coffin and said,

"Since just now, there has been movement"

The lid of the coffin rose and fell, and the darkness swelled like breathing.

Everyone took a few steps back, farther away from the coffin.

Stay near the black coffin, and your abilities will be suppressed.

In fact, the sudden failure of the note may have something to do with the Sabbath movement.

"It's normal."

The director was not surprised,

"The Sabbath cannot be prophesied, but the prophet knows that the fellow is among us, and for us there is a 1 in 4 probability that the fellow is the fellow, and for the Sabbath, all four are killed, the probability is 100 percent."

The Sabbath is the sharpest sword, the strongest shield, and the most unstable factor in the ranks.

He has the ability to rest, and once he goes berserk, he can kill anyone.

Especially when the director leaves Paradise Lost and loses his greatest dependence, if he really starts to do it, it is still unknown who will kill the deer.

The waste squad simply has the means to check and balance the Sabbath.

In the black coffin, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared, the killing intent was so thick that it overflowed, and there was even a sound of wings flapping in the darkness, something was hitting the coffin board, and I couldn't wait to rush out and kill.

"Ten minutes, break through this level."

The Sabbath is hoarse and opens,

"Otherwise, they will all die."

(End of chapter)