The men who were originally sitting in a straight posture turned around and their shiny eyes were aimed at the girls entering the gate.

Duan Moyan:...

She was frightened by the tens of thousands of watts of eyes, and subconsciously stopped. Duan Moyan slowly raised her hand during the stalemate between the two sides: "Hello everyone?"

As soon as she moved, the iron-blooded officers all became turbulent, their limbs suddenly stiffened, their dark cheeks flushed red, and beads of sweat as big as beans slid off their foreheads and penetrated into the collar of their military uniforms.

The officers were calm on the surface, but in fact their hands, which were tightly clasped on the seat, had already burst into veins, and the venue made a wailing sound of wood creaking one after another.

Congressman Malo shivered: it seemed as if a group of hardcore fans had seen a living idol with their own eyes.

Fortunately, he also knew what he should do as a head teacher. He glanced at the purifier girls hiding behind him and said aloud: "Miss, please follow me, cough, don't be afraid."

The venue accommodated about a thousand people, and at this moment, there were densely packed soldiers. Their military uniforms were all in a unified black system, and only the patterns on the collar were different, symbolizing different branches of troops and bloodlines. At this moment, the five bloodlines gathered in the venue and dominated one side according to the sphere of influence. Only the two rows in the front were empty and surrounded by everyone.

Marlow led the female students to sit down in the empty space left. Perhaps the surroundings were too fierce. The male hormones in the entire venue were so strong that they almost stagnant, which made people feel nervous about being targeted by beasts. When they came here like a group of girls, they were like little Aries surrounded by wolves, even though these wolves were wearing braces and holding signs of "behaved, environmentally friendly, and vegetarian".

Duan Moyan sat in the middle, Nanmu and Lydia hugged her arms left and right. Everyone was very nervous, and no one of the lively girls spoke.

She held her breath and looked at the venue of the military headquarters secretly. Not far away was there a huge wooden podium. At this moment, she was pulling a dark curtain, with golden federal military headquarters hanging on it. There was also a combat slogan "Assess the command, fight bloody battles, never waver" on the wall, and there was no decoration except that.

Duan Moyan's eyes dripped around. Although she did not recognize Ovivi's rank system in Asia before, she had also seen Jing Yi and Joyce's epaulettes up close, which were similar to those in the 21st century. If you guessed correctly, the densely packed a conference hall was full of senior officers, and the worst was captain or above.

She breathed in the masculine masculine aura in the air and suddenly felt a figure approaching quickly.

He is a very majestic old man with colorful military medals on his chest - this old man is actually a marshal-level general.

Duan Moyan didn't dare to move. When the old general got close, his temperament of fighting bloody years was particularly sharp, and there was a very scar on his face. She couldn't help but feel a sudden jump and pulled Nanmu Lydia to stand up. As soon as she stood, all the students stood up.

Two groups of people confronted each other, Duan Moyan spoke tentatively: "Hello..."

Then the elderly general raised his hands.

He bowed respectfully to her.

...

"Your Excellency, Lord Jing and all the purifiers, welcome you to visit the military headquarters." Stewart sternly with his intimidating face of the veteran general, probably because he didn't laugh much, but he wanted to look like a kind Christmas grandpa. His whole face was distorted, making the long scar on his face even more terrifying.

Duan Moyan could hear Lydia's terrified sound of her upper and lower teeth fighting, so she could only answer with a stern tongue: "Thank you very much for the army's greeting. Marshal doesn't need to pay too much attention. We are just here to visit the purification ceremony and have a long experience. Just do whatever you want."

"It's good to have a better experience, it's good to have a better experience." Satisfied with her modest attitude, Stewart nodded. His old and muddy eyes quietly swept Duan Moyan, with a smile in his eyes, and then he walked back to his own position as the standard.

Duan Moyan: I always feel that this old general seems to have a look at his daughter-in-law.

Officers above the general level have an independent observation room on the second floor, with one-way glass, which is invisible downstairs.

At this moment, there were seven or eight generals sitting in this small room. All the generals who had time to stay in the Federation appeared here, and their faces were cold and silent, quietly as if no one was there.

Stewart walked in with his military boots and sat down in the middle in a happy mood. Through the glass, he saw Duan Moyan talking to the girl beside him. His young face exuded the light of "wise, lively, kind, courageous, and humble".

He is worthy of being the Lord of the Pure Land. He is really satisfied no matter how he looks at it, Stewart thought.

He observed for a while, turned sideways and whispered to the person sitting next to him: "This girl is good, brave and smart, you have to grasp it."

It was not someone else sitting next to Stewart, it was Jing Yi.

Today he returned to his usual military uniform and was more formal. The epaulette of the rank of commander and general of the army was surrounded by three stars, dazzling. The ripples on the collar reflected a faint silver light. The silver olive branches and leaves on the brim of the military cap were pure platinum, which made the military emblem in the center particularly flash.

He just sat on a chair, with his long legs spread apart, and his black cloak drooped softly from his feet. Although he was motionless, he had a compelling momentum.

Jing Yi seemed to have curled the corners of her lips, and he spoke softly to Stewart: "She has a different personality than an ordinary student, and she is grateful to the general for her love."

Although they were whispering, they were not ordinary people present, and almost everyone could hear it clearly.

Several older men were coughing and pretending to be deaf and dumb, while a man sitting on the other side of Stewart gradually showed displeasure. He had the rank of major general on his shoulders, which was enough to be considered a young upstart, but his military position was not as good as Jing Yigao.

Doug Smith snorted coldly: "Jing Yi, what does your tone mean? The Lord Jing is not your personal thing, she has nothing to do with you, what position do you have to say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room was so quiet that it was almost audible. Stewart's smile froze on his face. He looked at Jing Yi, who looked calm on his left, and then at Doug, who seemed to be in anger on his right, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Why, I dare not speak anymore? Do I even know when the Lord Jing has chosen the engagement person?" Doug stood up and shook his cloak behind him. The young general was full of energy and aggressive. "As long as the engagement ceremony was not held, we are all qualified to compete equally!"

"General Smith, just calm down, the ceremony is about to begin..." Stewart tried to persuade.

The next moment, Jing Yi, who was sitting quietly beside her, suddenly stood up, and the black silk cloak poured down like flowing water, but his silver hair was softer than silk. Jing Yi walked to the window and looked down. The girl was talking to her classmates. She had no idea that she had become the focus of attention of the audience, nor did she know how many men were thinking about her in the venue.

He turned around, his eyes emitting a blue light under the backlight. Doug, who was originally angry, suddenly felt a chill in his back. He slowly took a step back and opened his face.

Jing Yi Youyou said: "The Lord Jing is not an object, she does not belong to anyone."

He took a step forward, stood in front of Doug Smith, and his white gloves pointed at the row of military medals hanging on his chest: "Federal War Medal, First-Class Brave Medal, these medals are not your capital to show off. Major General Smith, if you think these military medals are no longer suitable for you, I can help you take them back."

Silent.

Although his figure was not as strong as his own and his tone was not much angry, Doug felt the heavy oppression from the man in front of him. He was bent over and he didn't even dare to look at the other party! He even believed that if it were Jing Yi said, then he would definitely do it - being deprived of the medal, and the Smith family would become a shame for the military.

The scene was tense and uncontrollable for a while.

No one dared to speak the other generals present, and in the end, Stewart spoke out. He was the highest rank and the oldest, so he spoke the most importantly.

"Okay, OK, the ceremony is about to begin. What are you doing? Major General Smith, you are wrong today. Go and lead the army in the afternoon." Stewart looked unhappy, and Jing Yi sat down gracefully, as if the incident had not happened just now.

Doug was a little lost when he stood there. There were only a few generals at the marshal level in the military headquarters. Even if they had no friendship with each other, most of them were familiar with each other. Moreover, their families were all giants and would not make a big fuss due to the situation.

Doug did not realize until now that if it were for that person, Jing Yi would eliminate his opponent without hesitation.

...

There were hundreds of people gathered in the hall, but they were all quiet and quiet as if they did not exist. No one whispered to each other, the atmosphere was serious and tense, and the air seemed to be stagnant solid.

Duan Moyan and his roommates did not dare to move. Not long after, the dark curtain suddenly opened and a gray-haired middle-aged officer walked out. His face was very nasolabial and serious, and he looked like he was about to preside over the purification ceremony.

The officer glanced around the venue and then gave a slight salute to the girls in the front row of the seats. He didn't seem to be planning to make an opening remark or read some speeches to set off the atmosphere, let alone play tearjerking music. He just took out a piece of paper and repeated the name on his head silently in a mechanical voice.

"Next to announce the list of this purification: Colonel of the 10th Legion Mammoth Squadron, Caesar Branster."

"Lieutenant Colonel of the 19th Corps Range Squadron, Li Chengxun."

"The Seventh Legion..."

Duan Moyan quietly asked Nan Mu beside her: "Have you attended the purification ceremony before?"

The latter answered: "No, we are all seeing each other for the first time. Is there any problem?"

Duan Moyan shook her head. The primary purifier can suppress up to fifty people at a time, and the intermediate purifier can suppress at least two hundred people. There are so many people in the world who are genetic riots. She thought the purifiers would do their best to help others, but now it seems that this is not the case.

With the officer's serious voice, the men who were named stood up one by one from the audience. They were almost all young and promising, strong in figure, and diverse in skin color. These candidates walked onto the podium in an orderly manner, lined up in a military posture, with a serious face and no squint.

The officer stopped pronunciating a new name, and Duan Moyan was surprised to find that there were only nine people on the stage.

This ratio is a drop in the bucket for the ability threshold of the intermediate purifier and the total number of personnel in the federal army.

"You are all warriors who have won the second-class merit and stand out from many soldiers. Today, you are fortunate to get the help of the intermediate purifier Amy Talicia. This is a recognition of your character, hard work and talent, and it is also the glory of our soldiers. In the future, you must keep your mission in mind, turn this body into the sword of the Federation, and kill all enemies."

The middle-aged officer said something, and the nine men saluted each other, and then knelt down on one knee with a whisper.

"Assess the command, fight bloody battles, and never waver." The thick oath echoed in the venue. Duan Moyan watched carefully, and saw the officer nodding with satisfaction. Then, opening a door behind the curtain, an older woman walked out. The venue became very quiet, and the nine people respectfully lowered their heads, and no one moved.

The woman was wearing a white robe that looked exactly like a parliamentary, with long brown hair braided and wrapped around her head, and a lot of expensive jewelry on her body. Her arms were marked by the intermediate purifier's emblem - a golden five-pointed star.

The primary purifier is a four-pointed star, the intermediate purifier is a five-pointed star. If you rise to the advanced purifier, the five-pointed star is wrapped around the olive branch. The great purifier is a bright moon, and the saint is the sun.

Simple but clear hierarchical division.

Amy Talicia glanced coldly at the nine soldiers kneeling on one knee, looked at the curious female students on the field, and raised her hands without saying a word.

Almost at the moment of movement, Duan Moyan's eyebrows jumped. She felt the purifying power brewing in the hands of the purifier, which was much thicker than the students in the class. She saw that the power was evenly divided and moved to the nine people. They each showed different reactions, with relaxed expressions and frowns.

The purifier turned around and was about to leave, without saying a word throughout the whole process, without any contact or communication.

Duan Moyan: That’s it?

She looked confused, but from the expressions of the others, they seemed to think that this purification ceremony was very normal, and some soldiers even had envious expressions on their faces.

Lydia was a little excited: "Wow, have you seen it? The temperaments of those officers are all different at once."

"Yes, it seems that the whole person has stabilized, it's so amazing." Nanmu also said.

Duan Moyan didn't say anything. She watched the nine people line up again and there was no sign of falling asleep. Although they did have a certain degree of genetic stability, their purification reactions were very different from those of Pei Ji, Murphy, Joyce and others.

The textbook says that the concentration and strength of the purified power will affect the reaction of the purified person, but the power of the intermediate purifier is no longer weak. Is this really the only reason?
Chapter completed!