Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Steam Army? ”

Gus Fox wondered, "What is that? ”

“It is a volunteer army assembled in the densely netted area of the South. ”

Grace lifted her chin slightly and was proud, even a little fanatical, "Gus, you don't know that the Fist God's reign over the world is about to end. Although most towns in the north still adhere to the ancient and backward 'Iron Fist Path', various hydromechanics and steam engines are already on the road in the dense southern water grid, in commercially developed places, and more and more people believe in the 'power of machines and steam', even forming their own armies, preparing to fight the Temple of Fist to the death, which is the 'Steam Army’! ”

“This, this is impossible! ”

Gus came out of his mouth and turned pale.

Since discovering the secrets of my sister and dad, Gus has been avoiding a problem.

That is a conflict of faith between myself and my sister.

Rushing on his way, he was also beaten by “Magic” Lu Qingdu, both brothers very tacitly avoided talking.

But nowadays, they can't ignore the bloody division of beliefs by fooling themselves.

“Sister, don't be so obsessed and wrong again. ”

Gus painstakingly persuaded, "The Iron Fist Path is the only truth in the world. The so-called 'power of mechanics and steam' is only a trick of the devil. With the blessing of the Fist God, the power of the Fist Temple is invincible. What ‘steam army' is just a lie made up by those fanatics who are willing to test, in order to tempt more people to fall! ”

“You're wrong, Gus. ”

In matters of faith, Gray would never give way to her brother, and she cold-blooded, “The truth is, do you think, with my own strength or that of my father, that we could build such a huge steam lab in our basement, creating such precise pipes, machines and steam balls? ”

Gus slightly flashed.

He hasn't thought about it. Think about it now. It doesn't seem possible.

“All experimental instruments and equipment, as well as precision mechanical polishing and assembly methods, including the preparation of pure high-pressure steam, were brought from the South by the same mechanical and steam followers that Dad had hunted down. ”

Gray explains, "From the process of making these things, it's obvious that they can't be polished out in a rudimentary hand workshop, but they need a massive factory or even a factory that must have a huge power behind all kinds of gears, bearings, pipes and steam balls.

“As for the power of steam and mechanical forces, you have just experienced - you with a serial mechanical crossbow can bomb dozens of murderous birds in one breath. This is a bare-handed fist. You can't do it anyway, can you? ”

Gus instantly felt that the two mechanical crossbows not in his waist, like burnt steel, were burning like red steel, to brand the flesh with a mark of sin.

His face was white and he felt that he had betrayed the Fist God. He had gradually fallen into the abyss, unconsciously.

“That's not true! ”

He argued aloud, "Swords and crossbows are always foreign objects, indulging in their power, only creating dependence and inertia, gradually paralyzing limbs, weakening the body, eroding the brain and turning it into a slave to tools - this is by no means the way of the truly powerful! ”

“I don't know what the true way of the strong is, I just know that if we hadn't had the Devil's blessing on the crossbow, we'd both have fallen into a cliff and fallen to pieces. ”

Graeme, "I'd rather be a living, instrumental slave than a dead ‘strong'. ”

“Sister...”

Gus couldn't figure out how to refute it, and there were two waves of thought in his brain. Suddenly he felt that his sister was right. He was born with no talent for practicing boxing. He tasted like a bull's horn on the Iron Fist Road. Until death, he was a waste. Perhaps only mechanical and steam forces could transform him into bones and rebirth him. Suddenly, he felt that such a treacherous thought was inexcusable. He was truly sorry for his uncle, who was a fist temple priest, and his parents had taught him since he was a child.

But even Daddy was corrupt, maybe indirectly killed Mommy. This account, Gus can't calculate, can only be hard-headed: “Even if the steam army of the South really exists, it is a group of impenetrable Uhe people. As soon as the army of the Boxing Temple arrives, they will surely fail, and the ashes will be extinguished! ”

Gray sneered: “Humph, don't underestimate ‘the power of mechanics and steam’. Think about how I killed Qin Yong during the day. If all steam armies, people had a mechanical crossbow and a compressed air cannon, how many punches would the Temple's strong be required to destroy them? ”

Gus infarcted his neck: “The strong men of the temple of boxing are at least 100 times stronger than Qin Yung! ”

"There are, of course, hundreds of times more powerful mechanical and steam weapons in the Steam Army than I have, enough to smash the old world ruled by the Temple of Fist into thin air, deceiving the world's so-called beliefs for centuries, and blowing them apart! ”

Such a treacherous offense, you should strike thunder every day, Gus, don't say anything, I didn't even think about it.

The teenager was struck by lightning and stood still, shaking constantly because of anger and fear. His eyes kept coming and going on his sister and Lu Qingdu, as if it were Lu Qingdu, the demon, who lured his sister into decadence.

“Gus, don't look at me like that, okay? ”

Lu Qingdust didn't have anything to do with the way he hung up, he kept focusing on studying the ants on the ground beside him, but he didn't listen to the argument between the two brothers. Until Gus's angry eyes stabbed him so hard that he couldn't hide from him, this was his hands full of innocence, “Again, I have nothing to do with the 'Steam Demon'. It's not like I implanted the 'mechanical and steam power' faith in your sister's brain, so please, don't stare at me with such a frightening look, okay? ”

“But you must know the truth. ”

Gus muttered, "Even if you're not a steamer, you're still a demon from hell, and you must know the truth about the world! ”

“Er...”

Lu gently scratched his head, “Well, I know a little about one or two. ”

“Then tell us what my sister and I believe in, who is right and who is wrong, and what the truth is about this world! ”

Gus bites the canal, “The Iron Fist Path has the power of mechanics and steam, who is the truth! ”

“Does this matter? ”

Lu shrugged his shoulders and suddenly seemed to find something funny, pointing to the ground and making a fuss, "Look, ants, two teams of ants are fighting! ”

Indeed, there are two groups of ants from different nests on the ground, and for a little bit of food residue, there was a fierce “war”.

“Ants? ”

Gus stunned, angry, “The Iron Fist, the power of mechanics and steam, and the truth about the world, of course, matters, at least more than ant fights, right? ”

“In your eyes, maybe so, but in my opinion, your beliefs, your myths, your love, your hatred, your interests, your loyalty and betrayal, your ambitions and your hopes, everything, and your fight with ants are no different - after all, I'm a god from a higher dimension, and that's how awesome I am. ”

Lu Qingdu chuckled, “As for the truth about the world, I would advise you not to know better, otherwise, nothing can change, increase pain and affliction. ”