I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

When the wild boar mountain paste summoned a purple giant axe, the monster Yanwei on the other side also summoned a pair of double cones glowing with blue light.

"Roar!"

The wild boar Shangao roared loudly, and stepped on the rear hooves of the standing man like a human being. His body turned into an afterimage and appeared in front of Yanwei instantly!

"So fast!"

Although this speed was nothing in Wu Fan's eyes, what surprised him was that this monster was actually fighting in a human way!

Yezhushanpao rounded his strong arms, raised his ax and struck Yanwei hard!

boom!

When the giant ax was still half a meter away from Yanwei, an invisible protective spiritual pressure blocked the giant ax outside!

"hiss!"

Yanwei hissed. Although it had the head of a human and the body of a snake, it only looked like a human. It had sharp fangs, a ferocious face, rough skin, bloodthirsty vertical pupils, and hissing words. Its forked and thin tongue all reveal its identity as a monster.

The two demon beasts were fighting in the laboratory, and at the center console above the laboratory, dozens of cult researchers were analyzing their data.

"Experimental Subject 3B, after summoning the spiritual weapon, the spiritual pressure increased by 58.62%, and the speed and strength increased by 42%..."

"Experimental subject 5S, after summoning the spiritual weapon, the spiritual pressure increased by 43.17%, and the speed..."

But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed. The data panel monitoring the monster Yanwei suddenly jumped up and down. The system showed that the connection status of the star ring, nebula and spiritual weapon was broken!

Yanwei's double-cone spiritual weapon suddenly collapsed and turned into a ball of spiritual pressure particles, and the protective spiritual pressure disappeared instantly. At the same time, a purple giant ax struck down, directly cutting Yanwei in half!

Uh-huh!

Yanwei's body was dozens of meters tall. After being split in half by a giant axe, blood shot directly onto the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the laboratory, dyeing everything in front of him red.

"Roar!"

Wu Fan stood behind the bloody curtain in the laboratory and heard the wild boar's roar of excitement, followed by the sound of tearing objects and swallowing...

"It's just experimental supplies."

The golden-faced apostle's tone was devoid of any emotion, as if the two demon-blooded ferocious beasts they fought just now were just two experimental mice, or frogs used in medical anatomy classes.

"Amazing."

This is Wu Fan's true words. Warriors have existed for thousands of years from ancient times to the present, but why is it called modern society only now?

Because it is always technology that changes the world, not the change of dynasties.

"You must be very tired after going through hundreds of battles, large and small, from the Imperial Capital to Sichuan Province. The Saint has already replied to me, saying that she will personally come to put a mask on you tomorrow."

"tomorrow?"

When Wu Fan heard that Qian Yu Ling was coming to the third branch tomorrow, his heart skipped a beat.

Just as the golden-faced apostle Black Prison said, he crossed five provinces and regions along the way and basically never rested in the middle. Even if the fourth star ring restored his spiritual power, he still accumulated a lot of mental fatigue.

Originally, he thought he could rest for three or two days and adjust his condition before Qian Yu Ling came.

But it seems that this is not possible now, because he has the mask of the previous generation of saints. When Qian Yu Ling puts a new mask on him, he will definitely find something wrong.

(We can’t wait any longer, we have to act tonight.)

"I can not wait any more."

"When I put on the mask, I must kill all the Judgment Warriors who are chasing me!"

Wu Fan said half-truthfully. As for which sentence was true and which sentence was false, probably only he knew.

Before leaving, the golden-faced apostle said meaningfully to Wu Fan:

"There are many people who join the Holy Cult, and their reasons are also different."

"There are people who are absolutely bad in the world's eyes, there are people who are oppressed but unable to resist, and there are people who don't care about the alignment for their own benefit."

"Everyone's identity, status, and class are different, and their attitude towards our holy religion will be different."

"If it is some vested interests, the end class that controls most of the resources, then in their eyes, we are a cult and an evil organization that undermines their rule."

"But can you say that all those with vested interests are good people?"

"If not, what is the proportion?"

"So I admire you very much, I appreciate your courage to step out of China Wuhan University, I admire your courage to raise a knife to resist the so-called authority. Your actions prove that you have not been tamed into a sheep to be slaughtered, and have not been imprinted with the stamp of thought."

"Whether you join sincerely or pretend to join, as long as you have this spirit, so what if you don't have the so-called mask?"

After saying that, the golden-faced apostle tore open the space and left here. For a Transcendent A Grade warrior with a spiritual pressure of more than 10 million levels, it was simply a piece of cake.

"People who can become top-notch experts, even cult warriors, have good beliefs and opinions. Even if they have different identities and different positions, they think deeply about things at their own level."

But...

Wu Fan is not a person who is easy to be brainwashed. The golden-faced apostle seems to be very good, but he has learned a lot of things with the Spring and Autumn style of writing. Wu Fan can smell a lot of blood from it just by smelling it.

Under the leadership of a white-faced deacon, Wu Fan returned to the dormitory assigned to him.

"Saint Qian Yu Ling is coming tomorrow. What should we do tonight? I hope the people in the tribunal will not be too useless."

...

Maozhou National Highway, near Taiziling in Daxue Mountain

"Boss, the fragments of the broken alloy knife disappeared here." A young man wearing a knitted hat and carrying a mountaineering bag said to a middle-aged driver driving an online car-hailing service.

"The target person should be in this snowy mountain."

The middle-aged old driver has sharp eyes. His name is Chang Hao, and he is directly subordinate to the Ninth Administrative Office of Sichuan Province. The mountaineer who reports to him is a disguised judge in blue.

"Wu Fan starts from Jiange and throws fragments of the alloy knife at regular intervals. What does it mean?"

"Do you think we can't find him and are you deliberately provoking him?"

The judge in blue was a little angry. He felt that Wu Fan was too arrogant. He thought that the judges in the Imperial Capital, Jizhou Province, Yuzhou Province, and Qinxi Province could not catch him, so he thought that the judges in Sichuan Province were also weak. .

"Don't worry, he won't be able to escape this time."

Chang Hao, the judge in golden clothes, had confirmation in his eyes. Judgment in blue, he inferred something from the leader's tone, and then he suppressed his excitement and asked.

"Boss, could it be that..."

Chang Hao stretched out his right hand and pointed at the sky, and then said in a respectful tone:

"The three things a new official needs to do when he takes office is the newly promoted Lord Adjudicator in red..."

"I'm ready to take action myself."