Kakarot wanders into the second dimension

Gu Yue Kingdom's teaching Fucita was so aggressive that he climbed onto the podium in the center of the arena square under the attention of many high-level officials.

"Who is Sun Wukong, a student of the Zhejie Class of the Holy Academy of Guyue Kingdom?"

Fucita asked again, her face filled with rare anger.

He couldn't forget the experience half a month ago.

As a master-level five-star paladin, he is one of the top five beings in the Guyue Kingdom.

He is a veritable local god of war, and has made great achievements in holy wars in the Void Land outside the Wall of Order.

His name is familiar in the demon world, even to some medium-sized demons.

But now, he was seriously injured and defeated by the soul copy of an unknown person in the soul house.

If you don't pay attention, you almost risk your life there.

This is such a shame and frustration. He has lost all face these days.

He also had to claim that he was injured in a battle with the demons.

But he knew very well, especially after seeing the appearance of the soul clone, he understood everything.

In the audience, all the students were speechless.

For a moment, I didn’t know what this local kingdom’s teacher wanted to do.

Teacher Fucita did not dare to ask anyone to find Sun Wukong for fear that the matter would be exposed.

He had no choice but to take advantage of the top 100 competition to find Sun Wukong.

Even after he called his name many times, there was still no movement among the crowd.

"Huh? I am Sun Wukong. What do you want from me?"

Sun Wukong raised his hand from the crowd and motioned to Fucita.

At first he felt strange because he clearly didn't recognize this Fucita teacher.

But since someone was looking for him, he was also curious about what was going on.

"Sun Wukong, I have something important to ask you now. Please come with me immediately."

Fucita's whole body tensed up, as if she was facing some terrible beast.

He looked at Sun Wukong very seriously, and his whole body was suddenly filled with divine power.

"That clone is unusual, Focita. I hope there are not demons sneaking into our academy."

In his recollection, Professor Fucita thought of Dean Clason's explanation to him before leaving.

In his mind, Krasson had always been a wise and powerful magician.

But that day, the dean's face was full of sorrow and his body was shaking slightly, as if he was afraid of something.

He had never seen the dean show such a posture.

"During this period, Grotenstland's Golden Rule has been experiencing frequent anomalies. The power of the Wall of Order is constantly weakening. Something big is going to happen in the future."

"Unfortunately, some magic rules are now invalid, and prophecy spells cannot be used."

"Immediately take measures after finding this cloned student, but don't let the news leak out."

"You have to be extremely careful. It's unusual to have a copy of the original with such power."

"To be on the safe side, let's say hello to the empire in advance and find three master-level experts to cooperate."

Thinking of Dean Clason's instructions to him, Fucita had to be wary of Sun Wukong.

"Huh? Then this competition..."

Seeing the dean of the Kingdom Academy whom he met once before setting off, Wukong was still reluctant to leave the competition.

"I'm sorry, Professor Nelson. This is the order from the dean of Xi'an Imperial Academy. There are important matters that require this student from our Guyue Kingdom's Holy Academy to be investigated. Please suspend his competition for a while."

There were many teachings from Imperial College and various Kingdom Colleges on the stage.

Nelson is one of the deans of the Sean Empire College.

At the same time, he is also the chief referee of this competition, a one-star master-level magic warrior.

Nelson is a bald black man, wearing a samurai uniform and carrying a sword at his waist.

There are some gray hairs on the cheeks, indicating that the instructor is older.

He took a letter from Fucita, opened it and took out a piece of paper.

There are a few short sentences on the paper, and the special seal of the dean of Xi'an Imperial College is printed in the lower right corner.

"Professor Fucita, since it is a document signed by our dean, there is no problem on my side. Please take this student from your school with you."

After reading the contents of the letter, Nelson said calmly and glanced at Sun Wukong in the audience.

"Ok?"

Sun Wukong scratched his cheek with his fingers, completely unaware of the current situation.

He really didn't want to leave and wanted to stay and continue playing.

But as Focita clapped his hands, three swordsmen with rapiers immediately appeared behind him.

They each wore a cloak and a gold medal with four five-pointed stars on their chests.

The combat effectiveness is around 260.

"Student Sun Wukong, please come with me."

Once again, Fucita's teaching tone was unquestionable, with a cold light shining in her eyes.

This time he was betting that the young man in front of him was not a demon.

But he was struggling in his heart, unable to figure out why the clone left behind could beat him if it wasn't a demon.

"What are you going to do? If you have anything to say, can you talk here?"

Seeing those master-level experts and the leader of the Holy Academy of Guyue Kingdom in front of them.

Sun Wukong crossed his arms and stared at Fucita with doubtful eyes.

"Too bad, this idiot Goku actually got into an affair with Focita."

Nexus, who was in the audience and had been paying attention to all this for a long time, said nervously.

"By the way, why is Fucita looking for Sun Wukong?"

Attila frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

"I don't know, it's probably not good."

On the bridge of the blond girl Michelle's small nose, there is a trace of doubt hidden in a pair of clear blue eyes.

Around them, the spectators also whispered about Sun Wukong.

"What happened to this guy called Sun Wukong?"

"I don't know. It seems that the leaders of their kingdom are preparing to arrest him."

“It’s hard to get a good ranking of third place in the points competition. It’s a pity.”

As if his good temper had worn off, Fucita reached out and pulled out the machete tied to his back.

His tall and burly figure gave everyone present an invisible sense of oppression.

"Then I have to ask you to go, Sun Wukong."

The thick Gang Qi on the knife turned into a flash of cold light, and Focita released all his magic power.

The three swordsmen behind him also released their magic power, and the field was suddenly filled with murderous aura.

In addition to these four people, the referee Nelson took the initiative to summon the other coaches and instructors to retreat together.

Although they were disdainful of this power, it was not a matter within their academy, so they decided to stay away from Focita and others for the time being.

The four master-level warriors launched an attack posture together, and the aura moved all the students present.

"Hey, this commoner named Sun Wukong is really capable of causing trouble. He was actually surrounded by four master-level warriors, haha..."

In the audience, a brown-haired girl wearing silver light armor was watching this scene jokingly.

She has a pair of lavender jade eyes, a mole on the corner of her left eye, delicate facial features and a sweet appearance.

Her short hair is tied with a delicate white lace headband, and she wears a long skirt with black stripes and white stripes underneath.

The skin of her exposed shoulders was like snow, and her words were spoken in a noble tone. It was obvious at a glance that this woman had a good background.

At the waist is a beautifully made long sword with a cage-shaped handle that resembles a rose vine on the handle. The crystals and intricate textures embellished on it further illustrate the identity of the sword owner.

"Your Highness, if it were you, would you be confident that you could fight against four master-level warriors?"

The knight princess turned around and smiled, and glanced at her paladin subordinates, her eyes full of indifference.

"Are you doubting my strength, Lord Dagula? If I can't even defeat four master-level warriors, what qualifications do I have to be a saint of the Holy See?"

Seeing the dangerous smile on his princess's face, the already elderly Dagula broke into a cold sweat.

I wanted to use this to flatter my princess, but I didn't want to say the wrong thing.

Generally speaking, the saints of the Holy See must be at the master level and must be the apocalypse.

Princess Anmeier is a genuine Saint of the Holy See, a being that even all the Saints of the Imperial Church look up to.

The status is equivalent to that of the Bishop of the House of Commons of the Church.

The most important thing is that Princess Anmir is less than 18 years old and can be said to be the quasi-chosen one in the future. (To be continued)