Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Gus opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Juveniles also reach the age of comprehension and fierceness, sometimes awakened by the forces of dry heat in the middle of the night, and are surprised by their expansion.

So he knows what it's like to fall in love with a girl, and he knows, uh, what the devil means by "picking on a girl.”

I just didn't expect that the exalted demon would be so... approachable, grounded, and need to attract girls?

Juveniles suddenly feel that the so-called demons are no different from mortals.

In other words, mortals can also become demons. Does the so-called "fly up” really exist?

Gus pondered for a long time this evening in the face of the dark road ahead.

He hasn't answered the devil's request, but he hasn't refused categorically.

He decides to watch more scenery and then make a decision along the way.

For the next half-month, this fleet of mechanical demons and steam demons continued downstream towards the “land of hope” of the South.

They were intercepted several times along the way by the Iron Fist Army.

But after all, the message of the Temple of Fist is too slow, not many troops are dispatched, and the rank of the strong is not as high as that of the “High Priest of Luotian" in Ganyuancheng.

Residents who eat water on both sides of the river, even if they are not followers of the "mechanical and steam theocracy”, are often sympathizers and covert supporters, and Gus has demon-supplied shotguns and artillery guns.

Yes, without a single level, they can be successfully intercepted.

Countless Iron Fist armies, all swept under Gus's fire, turned into scarlet powder.

In this way, Gus's place in the defeat of the mutilators is higher every day than every other day, and the name "Son” has long been truly and deeply imprinted in the hearts of all believers.

They were originally bereavement dogs who had fled from the Kung Wang, but inspired by the "Son Coming”, morale creeped to the extreme, as if they were not fleeing to the South, but marching to the South to participate in the Iron Fist and Steam Army showdown.

Indeed, the further south the fleet sails, the weaker the temple's control is when it sees the sights on both sides of the river.

This can be seen in the facilities of docks and towns on both sides of the river.

Initially, and again in the north, docks on both sides of the river, whether loading and unloading cargo or towing vessels, were often manpower driven.

They've seen millions of smart men with bears on their backs who can carry hundreds of kilograms of cargo by themselves and “squeak” the planks laid on the pier.

I have also seen countless dark-skinned, hard-boiled fibers with thick arms, dragging boats through the turbulent waves of water.

People rarely use tools, let alone sophisticated machinery, even in heavier jobs or more dangerous areas.

But as the fleet headed south, gradually, everywhere, the Iron Fist flag, painted with the Iron Fist, became thinner and darker, instead, a variety of tools emerged on the pier that relied on winches and gear drives to use leverage to lighten the burden.

Those cleverly designed levers and slings can be driven by thin ordinary people and even women, lifting cargo directly from the boat to the shore stack.

Going south, Gus even saw hydraulically powered mills and factories in some riverine villages, running day and night, mechanical rumbling, more intense than river water.

Fleet Commander Andrei told Gus that in the South, mills powered by hydraulic power were milled with white and thin flour, at least two orders of magnitude higher than the quality of artificial grinding in the North, but at a cheaper price of three to thirty percent.

Similarly, many spinning factories in the South use hydro-driven spinning machines, and textile fabrics are sturdy, lightweight and inexpensive, and even with clandestine shipping costs to the North, they are more affordable than hand-woven fabrics on the North market.

Even to the most devout Northern followers of the boxing gods, when faced with cheaper prices, better quality flour or fabrics, it is inevitable.

In the further south, hydropower has gradually been replaced by more stable and powerful steam, and the various commodities there are even more diverse and cheaper!

Merchants from the South have secretly shipped these commodities to the North to make huge profits, and residents of the North have never thought that there were so many exquisite things in the world, and at such a low price.

As a result, all kinds of goods originally offered to the temple of boxing went into the pockets of merchants in the South.

The temple of boxing is unquenchable, naturally beating the merchants of the South into the devil's temptation to treat the merchandise they make with the power of mechanics and steam as a demon.

The temple cut off business roads, captured businessmen, and sent Iron Fist troops deep into the swampy areas of the southern water grid, towns that were supposed to be unimportant, destroyed machinery, burned factories, and attempted to suppress all activities of the "mechanical and steam theocracy”.

The breaking of money, such as the killing of parents, the so-called struggle for faith, is ultimately a struggle for profit. The businessmen of the South, unwilling to wait for the destruction of the factory, took out their entire family, organized the "steam army”, defended the factory and the business road, broke down heavy gold, supported the activities of the "mechanical and steam theocracy” in the north, tried to dig the corners of the temple from its roots.

And so the “steam chaos” grew stronger, until today, in the South, the steam army was able to fight against the Iron Fist Chamber, even hiding a later upward trend.

Such a magnificent, revolutionary and new change, if you replace the old Gus sounds, I'm afraid you will hear the bloody heat and tide. I can't help but join the steam army in the first place, representing a new force full of vitality, to eliminate the recalcitrant old forces.

But now we know from the Devil's mouth that the seemingly magnificent alternation between old and new is nothing more than a play already anticipated by the "boxing gods", these people who struggle, struggle, die, and sacrifice for their own destiny, these devout believers in the true gods in their hearts, believers in the bright future that will come, are nothing more than a piece of chess that the "boxing gods” wantonly manipulate, even a series of insignificant data.

Juveniles are sad and angry.

He tried to yell at the sky, but he made a dark vow.

He swore he would make the god of the gods of the gods of the gods of the gods of the gods of the gods of the gods of boxing -- no, the gods of the champions of the gods of the gods would pay the price.

He lets boxers see them - whether they're chess pieces, ants, or a tiny string of data that can be tampered with and erased at will!

Finally, half a month after leaving Qianyuan City, the fleet sailed into southern territory.

The North-South boundary is a burning ruined fortress.

Originally controlled by the Temple of Fist, the fortress manned by the Iron Fist Army is now broken by the Steam Army. The steel walls of the seemingly solid copper wall are filled with steam artillery bursts of sores 100 holes. The bears on the fortress burned, it is the glorious Iron Fist flag of the past!