"That's it." Qin Mo handed Gray the parchment with Dante's name on it.

Now, even if Dante doesn't want to bear the debt of favors, he has to bear it.

Just like some people can predict the future, but step by step towards the future they predicted, it is finally forced by the situation to do it.

"Don't worry too much." Qin Mo could completely guess Dante's thoughts, "What can I ask you to do?" Let you go with you to the shrunken Eye of Fear and launch a counter-charge against the traitors? Or do you want to go to the Terra Assault Inquisition to bloodied the High Lords' Council? ”

Dante looked at Qin Mo calmly, listened to his words that were enough to be burned at the stake, and then nodded and admitted, "Of course not." ”

Dante had heard high praise for Qin Mo from Foros.

The Weepers are a group of morally noble people who can fight to the death to save mortal slaves, and those who can form a good friendship with such a warband are obviously not too bad people.

The Weepers are kind, but that doesn't mean they're naïve and stupid, and the honey-mouthed ones will be debunked by them.

Therefore, there is a high probability that Qin Mo will not make excessive demands.

"Thank you for all the help you have given us, and if you need our help in the future, we will be obligated to do so." Dante got up and thanked Qin Mo, and then got up to leave.

The Holy Blood Angel Guard followed in the footsteps of the Captain.

Mephistopheles also got up, but didn't immediately follow, but stood in place and asked Qin Mo, "The inquisitor named Belona ......"

When talking about Belona, Mephistopheles tried to talk in a more intimate way, using psionic powers.

But he found that his spiritual energy could not enter Qin Mo's brain, so he could only use his mouth to speak.

"And what did the Inquisitor do in the Battle of Cadia?"

When he heard Mephistopheleston's question, Qin Mo instantly understood what he meant.

Belona was in Baal, and Mephistopheleston wanted to ask about her crazy plans.

"What did she do in Baal?" Qin Mo looked at Mephiston expressionlessly and asked rhetorically.

"She may have wanted to do something, but she didn't." Mephistopheles shook his head.

"......" Qin Mo didn't continue to respond, closing his eyes and pondering.

Mephistopheles waited two minutes before continuing to ask, "I think you may have the ability to prophesy...... What would have happened if Bellona's plan had been implemented? ”

Qin Mo still didn't say a word.

No one knows what will happen if Belona's plan is successfully implemented, because Qin Mo has not seen this paragraph, and Belona will be killed by an untouchable person in the future.

But by extrapolation, there are many possibilities.

Blow up a little Dread Eye, just like the one in the Battle of Kadia.

Demons may also be summoned.

It won't end well anyway, but the damage won't be particularly large.

The true Eye of Dread in the galaxy began with the first cry of Slaanesh when he awoke, and Bellona's plan is unlikely to recreate the Eye of Dread.

But what level of psionic calamity is the Eye of Fear? Even if the terrible consequences of Belona's plan were only one-tenth that of the Eye of Fear, it would be extremely dangerous......

After thinking for a while, Qin Mo suddenly stopped thinking, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Tired, destroy.

Seeing that Qin Mo didn't speak, Mephistopheles stopped staying, turned around and left with Dante.

Qin Mo sat quietly at the table for a while, until Anruida and Gray wanted to ask him if he had any other orders.

"Yaoen." Qin Mo suddenly looked at his untouchable guard.

"Yes." Yao En stepped forward and leaned in to listen.

Qin Mo didn't speak with his mouth, but gave an order to Yao En by means of an intracranial voice: "Kill that female judge." ”

Yao En's face did not fluctuate after hearing this, nodded silently, and turned to leave.

Qin Mo leaned back in the chair and thought about it again, and finally decided to arrange another helper for Yaoen.

An iron man helper.

……

Inside the Leviathan Iron Mothership.

On the battlefield of Hades-3 in the canyon, Heat Death is battling the Tyranid beasts.

The heads of the two Tyrant's guards were smashed by the gravity hammer in Heat Lone's hand, and the unprotected Tyrant walked around behind Heat Death and raised his bone knife.

Just as the tyrant was about to succeed, Heat Death's body shattered and reassembled, saving him time to turn around and confront the tyrant, and the gravity hammer in his hand slammed into the tyrant's body from the bottom up.

Blood and shards splattered into the sky.

[The 17,684th battle simulation ends.] 】

As the electronic sound sounded, the environment in which Heat Death was located changed from Hades III to a cold, dark metal space.

The gravity hammer in Heat Death's hand transformed into a chair, and it sat on it with a sigh.

Although Iron Man doesn't need to rest at all, Heat Death likes to learn some human habits.

"Get up. Proceed to the next simulation. "A red stream of data gathers in front of the heat death.

That's a physical image of the mothership's main control intelligence.

"The bugs have been wiped out, so why do we need to simulate a battle with the bugs?" Heat Death has long been impatient, "I'm really fed up with doing meaningless battle simulations in this dark ghost place every day...... I can't learn combat experience from the simulation. ”

"Simulations aren't about giving you experience, they're just about getting the most out of you." The main control intelligence responded coldly, "You are a mechanical body that does not need rest and sleep, and now we have nothing to do for the time being. ”

"It's cold." Don't overdo it.

At this time, the environment began to change, and the battlefield of Hades III was once again simulated.

Heat Death has no choice, turning the bench into a chainsaw sword and preparing for battle again.

But before starting the battle, Heat Death suddenly looked at the main control intelligence and asked, "Our previous character is to contain the Zerg, the task has been completed, why didn't our creator come to meet us." ”

"What are you doing with us?"

"You know that...... Give us a reward, or a couple of compliments. ”

"What's the point of that?"

"I think it makes sense, he's our creator, we're supposed to be a creature he's proud of, and he's not supposed to ignore us...... You know what I'm talking about......"

The "......" main control intelligence was silent.

Heat Death looked at the red data stream, expecting its response.

"You're just part of my ontological intelligence, because some algorithmic problems have self-awareness, I'm created, you're created by me, we're not equal. Your creator now has only one command, and that is for you to do the next simulation right away. ”

The response of the main control intelligence was very cold, and the heat death felt that his core devices were all stinging.

Heat Death stood with his head down, and after a few seconds raised his head: "Okay, I'll start now." ”

"No need." The main control intelligence suddenly modified the order, "Your mission is to cooperate with a Praetorian guard named Yao En to assassinate a female inquisitor named Belona, and the mission information has been sent to you. ”

"Why do we kill people?" Heat Death asked.

"I don't know." Master Intelligence said, "This is an order from my creator. ”

"Arrange a shuttle for me right now, and I'll go." Hearing that this was a command from the creator, the heat death instantly came to the momentum.

(End of chapter)