Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

For purifiers to have the ability to identify danger, this means that they must have a much higher sense of logic and self than the average saint, and even, to some extent, must understand - at least recognize what is called "emotion”.

This also means that they are at the forefront of the fight against the demons, exposed at all times to the risk of their infection, and are more likely than ordinary Saints to become slaves to the demons.

Therefore, only the purest, most faithful and most determined of the Allies will be able to pass the test and resist the thousands of attacks of the extraterrestrial celestial demons and become a true “purifier”.

Don Card is one step away from the Purifier.

But all of a sudden, he panicked, stepping out on the skyscraper.

Can he withstand the demon's invasion by passing the ultimate test?

—— Clean up this newly occupied Imperial Town by the Alliance, recycle all available materials, sterilize, purify or destroy all “pollutants" in classes, and in the process ensure that you and your classmates are not eroded by celestial demons and remain absolutely faithful and holy to the Pangu God, which is the whole contents of the ultimate test.

Donka has not carried out similar “purification tasks" in the past, but with the help of a large number of mentors and genuine "purification units", these trainees are merely fighters and auxiliaries.

This was the first time he had been on his own side, working alone with his own classmates on a purification mission.

The entire planet, after all, is too large, and the Alliance is seriously understaffed. Strong adult soldiers are responsible for the fierce battle on the front field and the Empire, making it impossible to carry out this troublesome and dangerous purge task.

For testing purposes, even their mentors and deans reside in camps outside the city, simply pushing them, the Sons of Holy Light, into an imperial town full of rotten odors and darkness.

Donka felt like she was trapped on an island in shock waves, surrounded by deep, bottomless whirlpools, each deep in the whirlpool, with a grin of extraterritorial celestial demons.

“Didi Didi Didi! ”

It's not a hallucination, he really hears the screams of a thorn.

Don Ka stunned for a moment and instantly reacted. It was his wrist crystal brain screaming, screaming and making a faint arc, severely stabbing his wrist.

No, his “purity” fluctuated abnormally, and he came up with the idea of “fear”, which is that the extraterrestrial demons are eroding his soul!

The Anglicans should not have feelings, especially their “Sons of Holy Light”, the future purifiers.

To monitor whether they have unnecessary emotional fluctuations, each teenager has a special monitor chip embedded in his or her companion brain that monitors their respiratory, cardiac, and adrenaline secretions across the board, among other physiological indices.

As they remained calm and waveless, the physiological index remained on a uniform straight line, that is, "100% purity”, indicating that they were innocent and had not been invaded by the demons at all.

But Donka was tempted by “pride”, followed by the mud of “fear” and “fear”. The physiological index naturally fluctuates subtly, and the purity drops below 95%, and the accompanying crystal brain automatically issues an alert.

“Whoa, whoa! ”

Twenty-thirty students around, all twisted their faces, faceless, cold stared at Donka.

They don't mean "ridicule” at all - saints can't ridicule their peers, “ridicule” is also a very strong emotional fluctuation that is never allowed.

But this unbridled gaze is even more unbearable for Donka, who feels like she's falling into a different category among her classmates.

“Calm down, please calm down! ”

Don Cummer's determination to run, with several sharp lightning bolts in his brain, shattered a series of emotional ripples such as the pride, apprehension, fear and shame that had just arisen.

While killing the demon, recall what the Dean once said.

The Allies are engaged in two wars, one against the "Devil Power on Earth - Empire of the Real Humanity” and the other against the Devil, deep within himself.

It is easy to destroy the demonic kingdom on earth, but it is difficult to destroy the “demonic kingdom” in your heart.

Heavenly demons are creepy, incarnate, endless, and constantly kill, so you must always raise your vigilance to the limit, prevent the slightest gradient, “kill demons to kill the demons in a flash”, together, kill the demons immediately, so as not to get deeper and deeper, cast into great mistakes.

Donka took a deep breath and instantly calmed down.

Fortunately, his “net worth" just now did not deviate too much. He had just entered this sinful town and had been attacked by the devil. Such weak emotional fluctuations were still tolerable. Although he would certainly be deducted, he was not immediately “expelled from the examination room”.

He still has a chance, it's only in the later tests that he has to cheer up 120,000 points!

As soon as Donka's eyes cleared up, she saw her squad leader, Chu Zhiyun, standing on the wreckage of a crystal chariot not far away, staring at him without turning a blind eye.

Donka's face turned red again, like she had chewed two flames in her mouth.

Fortunately, they were all wearing gas masks, and they couldn't see his monkey ass cheeks.

Don Ka doesn't know what's going on. He's 14 years old and has known Chu Zhiyun for 14 years. He looks familiar to him as part of his body.

But in the last year or two, he has become more and more invisible to the eyes of the cloud of Chu. Every time he sees the eyes of the cloud of Chu, he feels that countless extraterritorial celestial demons move silly inside, even more than “inside”, but down inside… somewhere.

“Exorcism, exorcism, exorcism, exorcism, exorcism! Chop, chop! ”

Tongka produced countless lightning bolts in his brain, chopped all the messy ideas into pieces, bit his teeth, gently turned his head toward the cloud of Chu, indicating that the squad leader, he was fine, he could move on.

Chu's cloudless expression, leaping down from the wreckage of the chariot, his arms raised high, straightened, and falling as hard as a gate knife, showed all the participants to continue forward and deepen into this sin-covered city.

After a long journey between broken walls and broken streets, they finally crossed the lines of defense that had been fought by the Allies and the Empire, entering almost intact urban areas.

No one spoke, no one looked in the eye, hairy hands, like twenty or thirty neat pieces of chess.

It was not until they entered the main road of the city that they stopped at the same time, squinting their eyes and staring at what was in the front square.

It's a less tall and sophisticated statue, even slightly rough and childish, as if it were from the hands of an outsider.

The statues are four teenagers who are about the same age as Donka, two men and two women, dancing hand in hand, and although they are statues, the pores on their faces look like they are all open and full of magic outside their faces.

Between the four of us, there is also a flower that does not know what breed it is, and it is blooming, and the flowers are jumping lightly like flames.

There is also a small line engraved on the base of the statue:

“Across millions of light-years, our new home - the first anniversary of the city's construction”.

Donka knows that this is not an Imperial Army military base, but an Imperial civilian, a town built by those pioneers who have nowhere to go in their homes.

Donka prefers military bases to civilian towns like this, because the remnants of military bases are relatively simple and the ideas of those imperial soldiers are easier to understand.

In civilian towns, strange and unpredictable things can occur at any moment.

Like a statue like this.

Don't know why the Empire wasted precious resources and time building such a building… nothing useful, what practical use does it have, can it lose productivity or combat power, can it guide the ship's navigation, or resist enemy attacks?

It doesn't work, not even a tiny bit of practical use. Apart from being possessed by celestial demons and confused by their minds, Donka can't think of a second explanation why the Empire likes to build statues.

Also, the dance on the statue —— the dance, another useless thing -- consumes precious energy for nothing and indirectly consumes precious resources.

The life and resources of Pangu God are not for human beings to dance, stupid, ridiculous, irresponsible!

Four of his peers in the statue smiled carelessly, burning Donka's eyes.

But then again, Donka is not entitled to “like” or “dislike” something. He should, like others, carry out the orders of the good superior master and carry out the will of Pangu God in a calm, ruthless and ruthless manner.

“Level I Dangerous Goods. ”

Sergeant Chu's cloud faded, “Purify it thoroughly. ”

Don Carr and his classmates pulled the gun together.

Their guns emit special high-frequency oscillations, destroying the vast majority of seemingly indestructible objects within a certain distance, the most energy-saving and efficient means of destruction.

“Boom!”

Donka pulled the trigger and blew the head off one of the dancers.

After that annoying smile disappeared, Donka's mood somehow improved, but he remained vigilant in his heart to ensure that the pleasant mood did not escalate and spread again, so as not to cause the "purity" to fall below 95% for the second time.

It's easy to destroy the statue in front of you, and it's even harder to eradicate the demons in your body!

“Boom, boom, boom! ”

All teenagers, like Donka, pulled the trigger with no expression, splashed debris, softened steel bars, and the statue collapsed. At times, the four dancing teenage boys and girls and the fire of hope they were defending disappeared, leaving only the bodies of the broken rock.