40,000 Years of Cultivation

Gus "huhu" fell, only to feel that he had fallen from heaven to hell.

The brain is in chaos, and consciousness is like drifting with the waves in a huge black vortex. Everything is spinning, spinning, and turning to blurry thinking. Everything that happened just now, every word spoken, turns into dancing butterflies and kaleidoscopes. Fragments.

"what!"

He yelled, sat up from the bed, and found that his body was covered with bandages, and the stickiness in the bandages was cold sweat, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Gus blinked, staring around blankly.

This is a small shabby room, the air is full of the fragrance of herbs, and there is a small stove in the corner. I don't know what smells and smells are being cooked.

Sister Grey curled up next to the small stove, looking very haggard, but fell asleep accidentally.

And in her arms, she was still holding the steam ball that was dormant with the demon tightly.

"I……"

Gus opened his mouth, his lips were chapped like fire, he moved his hands and feet, and he felt that his body was covered with small wounds. He felt like a vase that was broken and barely pieced together. It hurts every move.

He recalled that he seemed to be surrounded by dozens of priests of the Fist Temple on the battlefield, and the other party also launched a trick on him. Next...Next...

Next, it seemed that something happened. He seemed to have seen another corner of the higher and more real world, clearly realizing who he was.

But now, his mind is blurred, but he has forgotten everything.

Gus held his breath and concentrated his thoughts. He didn't think of anything. Instead, he had a headache and couldn't help screaming.

"Gus!"

My sister woke up, and the steam ball of the demon in her arms fell to the ground without knowing it.

My sister leaped at Gus, tears filled her eyes.

"Sister, I—"

Gus opened his mouth and felt something stuck in his throat. With a "wow", he vomited a piece of black congestion. He finally felt more relaxed between his chest and abdomen.

"Gus, you're all right!"

Grey said with tears, "Do you know that I have been in a coma for seven days and nights!"

"what!"

Gus froze.

After his sister's description, Gus knew how dangerous the scene was.

When my sister and Andre led a large army to support and desperately snatched Gus back, he was already swept by the trick of the priest of the Fist Temple. At that time, he was bruised and bruised, his bones shattered, and his whole person turned into a pool of mud.

If an ordinary person suffered such a heavy injury as crushed by thousands of troops and horses, he would definitely be killed on the spot, and Da Luo Jinxian would not be able to save it.

Gus relied on his tenacious vitality—perhaps the demon Lu Qingchen modified his physical parameters, barely maintaining his last breath, and slept soundly for seven days and nights in the bandage soaked with ointment, and finally healed gradually.

"Thank God, you are fine. It seems that Master Lu Qingchen's power is really magical, and even the person that Fist God wants to kill can be saved. Now, we can only serve him to the end! "

The sister put her hands together, said piously and excitedly.

Gus looked at his sister, a strange feeling rose in his heart.

When he was unconscious, he seemed to know the truth about his sister.

I always feel... something is wrong with my sister's appearance now.

He didn't like his sister like this, he didn't like the appearance of her sister being so pious to the gods and demons—no matter whether the other party was a fist or a demon, it was not worthy of his sister to serve to the end.

But Gus didn't know what to say to his sister.

My sister is different from him.

Everyone in the world of Fist God is different from him.

From the bottom of Gus's heart, somehow, such an idea suddenly popped up.

After blinking, Gus felt inexplicably panicked and confused, and perhaps lonely and angry.

He took his sister's hand.

My sister's hand, as in the memory, was slightly rough because of practicing too many punches, and it was very warm because it was full of strength.

This is the only thing Gus can grasp after the death of his parents.

My sister's hands are real.

The sister is also real.

Like Gus himself, no one can obliterate their existence.

Gus got out of bed, endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth, and walked to the window step by step.

People outside the window are noisy, and there are waves of steam neighing one after another.

Gus pushed the window and narrowed his eyes. Under the brilliant sunlight, he saw countless "whoops" steaming, rivet stitching, rigid suspension, and dozens of steel giants with turrets stacked on top of them, "rumbled" without anyone else. Over.

The body of the white misty steel behemoth is also filled with the battle flag of the steam army, and the flaming gears are shining in the sunshine.

"this is……"

Gus was deeply shocked by the magnificent steel torrent before him.

"It's a large force of the Steam Army!" Gray cried excitedly.

My sister explained to Gus that during the seven days and nights when he was in a coma, many things happened that might determine the future of the world of Fist.

The most important thing is that the main force of the Steam Army and the main force of the Iron Fist Army finally locked each other's existence, just like two dragons with their teeth and claws entangled each other tightly, and they are about to launch the final blow at the opponent's throat to determine victory or life and death. .

Speaking of it, the decisive battle between the two sides is inseparable from Gus.

He and Grey proclaimed themselves as the "Holy Son" and "Holy Woman" of the Mechanic and Steam Cult respectively. This incident did not cause any disturbances.

After all, in this kind of large-scale uprising of a slightly superstitious nature, countless fools and women would feel in a trance that the gods and demons are possessed, thus pretending to be fools and deceiving themselves.

In an uprising, there are hundreds of "saint sons" at the same time, it is not impossible.

But not every "Holy Son" can be besieged by dozens of senior priests of the Fist Temple.

After the short and strange surprise attack ended seven days ago, the Steam Army analyzed the situation and came to an amazing conclusion-the Iron Fist Army came for Gus, and their goal was not to defeat how many Steam Army. Kill Gus!

And even dozens of senior priests of the Fist Temple, bombarded at all costs, and in the end, they failed to kill Gus.

Gus's injury was personally tested by many steam army generals. To be honest, no one has any confidence in the situation where bones and viscera are broken, Gus can still see the sun tomorrow.

But Gus seems to have an immortal body, he is recovering at an incredible speed every day. Yesterday, the bones and viscera that were shattered like scum are recovered today, and his functions are more powerful than in the past.

Such a "miracle" made the Steam Army have to believe in the identity of Gus's "Holy Son"-at least it is a hundred times more credible than those "Holy Sons" who are self-proclaimed like fools and women. The degree can also stimulate all the believers and fighters to strengthen their beliefs, muster the courage, and fight to the end with the Temple of Fist.

Therefore, after confirming that the miracle had happened, the main elite troops of several steam armies all moved closer to the village where Gus was located.