40,000 Years of Cultivation

The boy's heartbeat almost stagnated with his breathing.

The illusory world in front of me is fragmented like a butterfly in a storm.

The broken corpse of the butterfly formed a beautiful and magnificent picture.

In the endless sea of ​​stars, a galaxy-like road spreads towards the other shore. The silver-white road is covered with burning thorns, and the scorched thorns secrete enough venom to make people want to live.

This is the path to "reality".

This is the path to "humanity".

Do you really want to embark on such a path?

Gus's Adam's apple rolled, only to feel a ball of molten steel about to gush out of his chest.

Knowing that this was most likely still a demon's method, he couldn't say it, and didn't want to say a word of rebuttal.

"Let's go."

Lu Qingchen smiled, not caring what Gus thought, but grabbed the boy's wrist, "Let's go to the final battlefield!"

Gus turned back to the wounded camp.

At this time, the battle on the front line became more intense.

Even though there are still dozens of miles away from the front line, the thunderous rumbling on the battlefield is still like a stormy sea, surging one by one, shaking people from the eardrum to the soles of the feet.

The blazing flames on the horizon burned all the way from the battlefield to the sky, reflecting the night sky like a mouthful down, a big red iron pot, a huge hole at the bottom of the pot would be burnt at any time.

It has been a long time since wounded soldiers have been transported down.

However, there were a lot of panicked soldiers, throwing away their helmets and armor, and roaring past the wounded camp.

It was found that only the old and weak women and children and the lonely ghosts were left in the wounded barracks. These broken soldiers were too lazy to harass, but they panicked and continued to flee to the south.

Gus and Grey had the courage to ask them about the situation on the front line. The soldiers did not know clearly. They only knew that the two armies had been killed in a staggered way and inextricably difficult to distinguish. They were surrounded and anti-encirclement everywhere, collapsed and gathered. And crash again.

The Steam Army is a mob that hastily formed an army. Its discipline, morale, and training are far less than the Iron Fist Army. Once a small group of troops are beaten and collapsed, it will be difficult to regroup. There are only one or two cowardly warriors in between. Retreating before the battle will often trigger a chain reaction, driving hundreds of people to flee together.

Many steam troops have not even seen the enemy's face, so they fled in a daze. There are also some.

After all, the Iron Fist Army is a well-trained elite of all battles. Even if they are injured and disabled, they can gather again and enter the battlefield without losing their mobility.

Having said that, this place is the southern boundary after all, and it can be regarded as the home ground of Mechanical and Steam Cult.

As the so-called "ant kills elephants", the number of mobs exceeds the limit, and the quality may also be overwhelming.

It is true that many mobs collapsed at the touch of a touch or even collapsed without a fight, but the news that the main forces of the two sides were entangled spread in all directions, but more mobs continued to come in. As the number of mobs increased, the advantage of large numbers of people and power. It has been able to play more and more, and the front is gradually stabilizing.

Therefore, it is still difficult to say which one will be the winner.

Perhaps both sides are getting closer and closer to the limits of victory and defeat, life and death, just like two fighters who clenched their teeth, expecting that only the last punch will be enough to make the other party fall down and never get up again.

"We should go to the front line!"

Gus and Grey found Andre.

This remnant of the Steam Army from the north had a mission to guard the wounded barracks and did not participate in the decisive battle between the two main forces.

But in the process of their journey south, they saw the "miracles" displayed from Gus more than once, and they worshiped Gus to a feverish level.

What's more, what Gus said is not unreasonable.

"Now that the war is entering the anxious stage, the main forces of both sides are dead and holding their last breath. Who can get a new bargaining chip at this time-even a small bargaining chip, it may trigger a chain reaction and make the balance of victory. Fall to your side!"

Gus gritted his teeth, "Although we don't have many manpower and strength, who says that we can't be the key bargaining chip in determining the outcome?

"As for the danger, of course there is danger, but we have been here all the way south, are there any other options besides taking a risk?

"You must know that those who broke out were all local people. Even if the Steam Army was truly defeated, they only had to hide in the reed swamp densely covered with water and hide in a hundred thousand mountains. No one could find them.

"And we, we all come from the north, and we killed countless Iron Fist Army and Boxing Temple priests all the way south. They have long been hung up in the Boxing Temple. If the Steam Army really fails, the Iron Fist Army will take advantage of the victory and pursue it. If we search, we have no hope that we can escape the net.

"So, whether it is to defeat the Iron Fist Army and the Temple of Fist, completely...control our own destiny, or just to survive, we should all go against the current and fight to the battlefield of the decisive battle!"

Gus' words deeply touched the heart of every remnant.

Of course, it is more likely that these remnants remembered the earth-shattering and destructive power of the Yabo Gun, Vulcan Cannon, and Honeycomb Launcher.

If the two armies are anxious, they will fight out as a surprise soldier and help Gus use that terrifying weapon to directly destroy the core of the Iron Fist army, it is indeed extremely possible, and the victory will be established in one fell swoop.

It was so decided.

The remnants were originally responsible for guarding the wounded barracks, but that was the task when the wounded, old and weak, and supplies were all available.

Now, the wounded camp has almost become a ghostly mythical creature, and it doesn't make any sense to be stationed here.

The remnant soldier was already waiting, and Gus inspired his last vitality and desire to survive. After a while, he became the only retrograde among countless soldiers.

The numerous soldiers who broke out were naturally surprised when they saw the remnants' behavior.

But by this time the order was completely out of control, and even the defeated soldiers were not stopped by no one, not to mention the remnants who rushed to the battlefield to "dead to death" were even more unstopped.

Many defeated soldiers are not all cowardly.

Many people are fanatics of steam and mechanical teaching. The whole family was slaughtered by the Iron Fist army, and they have an indispensable blood feud with the Fist Temple.

Only when he was engulfed by the chaotic torrent, he was taken away from the battlefield involuntarily.

After running for dozens of miles in one breath, the defeated soldiers finally calmed down, and a little bit of organization and discipline were restored.

At this moment, when I saw and asked, I knew that even a remnant soldier from the north was going up against the current without hesitation, preparing to fight the main force of the Iron Fist Army to fight for life and death.

Looking at their performance, these fanatics are ashamed to death.

Coupled with the famous name of Gus's "Holy Son", it has long been publicized, and many fanatics have heard of it.

Even if he was half-believing and didn't take this "Holy Son" seriously, at this moment, the "Holy Son" led his troops upstream, which is always an unbreakable fact.

Under the reflection of the torch and perhaps the enchantment of the devil, Gus's slightly immature appearance was extremely sacred and stalwart.

Therefore, after tens of miles, the followers behind Gus and Grey were not only the northern remnants led by Andre, but also the zealots of dozens of broken troops. The number of followers suddenly swelled. ten times!