"As I said yesterday, because of the particularity of the infestation, it is impossible to really kill them by conventional physical means alone, and only purifiers with telekinesis can really kill them on a spiritual level, otherwise they can be resurrected through some means that we are not familiar with.

The difference between ordinary people and purifiers is also in telekinesis, no matter how good their skills are, as long as they don't practice telekinesis for a day, they can't step into the world of purifiers.

As for telekinesis, our researchers have been researching, but there is no effect, it is said that quantum mechanics is involved, and the only thing that can be confirmed is that in principle, everyone can have telekinesis, but how to stimulate it is unknown, so the number of purifiers has not been able to grow, and even in the stage of fierce battles, there will be negative growth.

That's why the Purifier is so precious, and why the Captain and the Research Department value you so much. ”

In the ward, Gulhan put his hands behind his back and explained with a serious face. Beside him is a moving whiteboard with some of the key points he has written down.

Meng Feibai, on the other hand, sat on his hospital bed, with the posture of a good student, listening hard while taking notes from time to time.

It had been two weeks since Gulhan woke up, and for the past two weeks, he had been teaching Meng Feibai all sorts of things about the infected and the purifier.

With the passage of time, Meng Feibai's body gradually recovered, and after today's theoretical course, Meng Feibai will start some regular training with Gurhan tomorrow.

This made both of them feel relieved at the same time.

For Gulhan, he felt that he really did not have the talent to be a teacher, and he would rather go out to fight the infected than to teach. However, this errand was indeed assigned to him directly by Chang Qi, and he had no way to refuse, so he had to pretend to be an excellent teacher in his opinion.

As for Meng Feibai, since he woke up, he has either been lying on a hospital bed or sitting in a wheelchair every day, and occasionally he can leave the base to bask in the sun on the ground, and he has had enough of this salted fish life.

"Well, the general theory part of the course can end here, and a lot of the rest of the things need to be practiced and explored by yourself, so I'll teach you slowly later."

Gulhan closed the lesson plan he had stayed up all night and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, teacher~"

Meng Fei said with a grin.

Gulhan gave him a helpless look, then put the whiteboard back in the pantry.

As the person who has been in contact with Meng Feibai for the longest time, Gurhan knows him no more than others.

There are two reasons, the first is because after all, the first thing Meng Feibai learned after crossing into this world was disguise, and now, he has subconsciously hidden his true self deeply.

The second point is purely because Gurhan is really not good at human feelings, if another person comes into contact with Meng Feibai, although he will also be deceived by Meng Feibai's external performance, at least they will know that many times Meng Feibai's laughter does not mean that he is happy, but just a means to hide his emotions.

But Gurhan didn't know, so when Chang Qi asked him about Meng Feibai's situation, he said with a simple face:

"Xiao Meng is a very optimistic and cheerful child, he has no heart, and he is also very affectionate and righteous, he is a good person!"

Chang Qi's reply to this was only a helpless look.

......

Nordic Zone.

On Mount Saint-Gohibi, in the snow that lasts all year round, a castle with flames rises on top of the mountain, which was once the private residence of a wealthy man in the world, and has become a gathering place for the infected.

In the open square of the castle, hundreds of people in red robes are kneeling to the man on the golden throne on the stairs.

The man's bare upper body was bare, his muscular forearms supporting his head, and on his angular face, a pair of tiger-eyes that were not angry and arrogant were lazily scanning the disciples who were kneeling down the steps to worship him.

What a wonderful scene, but it's a pity that Qingyang is not there...

The man seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes looked to the east, gradually becoming a little distracted.

To his right and left, there stood two figures shrouded in black robes, and one of them, noticing that the man was a little distracted, moved two steps to the man's side, bent down and whispered:

"Lord Crazy Tiger, the disciples are waiting for you to pass on the voice of the Heavenly Father to them."

The soft female voice woke up the crazy tiger who was in a trance, he withdrew his gaze and waved his hand casually, so the woman who reminded him returned to her place.

"When the matter here is over, I must take Qingyang to live, although the environment is a little worse, but after all, I am by my side, I am also relieved."

The majestic man named Crazy Tiger stood up, looked at the disciples who had lowered their bodies because of his actions, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and muttered in a low voice.

Behind him to the right, the woman who had just reminded him moved her ears slightly, and a hidden hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes, which were covered by a fox mask.

"All men are guilty, and one day, the black flame of endless desire will consume all things in the world, and even the bottomless endless sea will be burned by the fire of the world's desire.

So, in order to bring the world back on track, and to punish those who have committed the most heinous crimes, Heavenly Father has brought us to earth. ”

The calm of the crazy tiger mixed with a little violent voice echoed in the square of Nuoda, and it clearly entered everyone's ears.

"You are all sinners, and only by giving all your body and soul can you return to the arms of your Heavenly Father after death, now, lift up your heads."

Hearing the voice of the crazy tiger, the disciples who were kneeling on the ground raised their heads in a daze, and when they saw the scene in front of them, the confusion in their eyes turned into shock and fanaticism.

On the top of the steps, the crazy tiger opened its mouth and sucked all the air mixed with snowflakes into his belly, and then, a wave of heat rose from his body, countless red lines appeared on his bare skin, and his blonde hair gradually turned red, floating behind him automatically without wind.

"I am the embodiment of the wrath of the Father, but all those who are foolish and wicked will be burned by me."

As he spoke, several wisps of flame burst out between his slightly open lips and teeth, and he raised his right fist high in the air and suddenly let out a loud shout.

"Ulla!"

A ray of flame burst out of his fist and flew into the clouds in the blink of an eye. Then, in the eyes of everyone with different expressions, the arrows that turned into five flames quickly fell.

"Puff puff puff."

With a heat wave, there were suddenly five more figures in the field that turned into fire men.

"Ahh

They only had time to let out a short exclamation before they were quickly burned into a handful of black ash in front of everyone's eyes, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye, accompanied by a light breeze and snowflakes.

"This is what happens to disrespect for the fatwa, and their souls will be eternally condemned to hell and will not be reborn."

The voice of the tiger echoed in the silent square.

A few seconds later, a uniform chant rang out in the square that filled the congregational square.

"Ulla!"