Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Gus “hoo-hoo” fell, feeling like he was going to hell from heaven.

The brain is chaotic, consciousness is like a wave of waves in a giant black swirl, everything spinning, spinning, going straight to the blur of mind, everything that's just happened, every word that's said, turns into dancing butterflies and kaleidoscope fragments.

“Ah!”

He shouted and sat up from his bed and found himself covered in bandages, which were all cold sweat and painful.

Gus blinked and looked around.

This is a small shack, full of herbal scents in the air, and there is a little fire stove in the corner, and "mumble" doesn't know what to cook.

Sister Grey curled up next to the small fireplace, the whole person looked very nasty, but accidentally fell asleep.

And in her arms, she was holding the steam ball that was stuck with the devil.

“I…”

Gus opened his mouth and just felt his lips cracked like fire, moving his hands and feet, and felt a tiny wound all around him. He was like a broken, barely assembled vase. It hurt his heart to move.

He recalled that he seemed to have been surrounded by dozens of boxing temple priests on the battlefield, and the other side made a great move on him. Next...

And then, as if something had happened, he seemed to see another higher, more real corner of the world, clearly recognizing who he was.

But now, his mind is blurred and he's forgotten everything.

Gus held his breath, focused on his thoughts, didn't think of anything, but thought of a cracked headache and couldn't help screaming.

“Gus! ”

Sister woke up and stuck the devil's steam ball in her arms and fell to the ground unknowingly.

My sister poured at Gus and the tears were all over her eyes.

“Sister, I--”

Gus opened his mouth and felt something jammed in his throat. "Wow," he said, spitting out a black bruise, between his chest and stomach, finally feeling better.

“Gus, you're okay! ”

Grey wept, “You know, I've been in a coma for seven days and seven nights! ”

“What!”

Gus, hold still.

It was only after my sister's description that Gus realized how dangerous the scene was.

By the time my sister and Andrei had led a large army to support him and tried so hard to get Gus back, he had been swept away by the priest of the temple of boxing. At that time, his body was scaled, his bones were shattered and the whole person turned into a piece of mud.

If you are an ordinary person, you will surely die on the spot, and the Great Golden Immortal will not be able to save you if you suffer such a heavy trauma as the crushing of thousands of horses.

But Gus, with his tenacious vitality - and perhaps the demon Lu dust - modified his body parameters, barely sustained his last breath, soaked in a bandage of ointment, slept seven days and seven nights, and finally gradually healed.

“Thank God, you're fine. It looks like Lord Lu Qingdu's power is amazing. Even the boxing god wants to kill people, he can save them. Now, we can only serve him to the end! ”

Sister hands together ten, both devout and excited to say.

Gus looked at his sister and raised a strange heart.

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

I always felt... something was wrong with my sister.

He didn't like the way his sister did, the way she was so devout to the demons - whether they were boxers or demons, it didn't deserve to be served wholeheartedly.

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

Sister is not like him.

Everyone in the boxing god world is different from him.

Gus, somehow, suddenly came up with this idea.

Blinked, Gusmo felt panic and confusion, and perhaps loneliness and anger.

He held my sister's hand.

Sister's hand, as she remembered, was slightly rough because she practiced too many boxing techniques and very warm because she was full of strength.

It was the only thing Gus could catch after his parents died.

Sister's hand is real.

Sister is real, too.

Like Gus himself, no one can erase their existence.

Gus got out of bed, endured severe pain, bit his teeth off, and walked one footprint at a time to the window.

There was noise outside the window, and there was this ups and downs, a wave of steam hissing higher than a wave.

Gus pushed the window, squeezed his eyes, and in the glorious sunshine, saw countless “whistling” steam, rivet splicing, rigid hanging, stacked with dozens of turrets of giant steel beasts, walking unattended “rampant”.

The white fog vaporized steel giant beast, also brilliantly filled with the steam army's battle flag, a bear burning gear, gleaming in the light of the sun.

“This is…”

Gus was deeply deterred by the massive iron and steel flood in front of him.

“It's the steam army!” Gray screamed excitedly.

Sister explained to Gus that during the seven days and nights of his coma, many things had happened that could determine the future of the boxing god world.

Most importantly, the main force of the steam army and the main force of the iron fist army finally locked each other's existence, as if the dragons of the two claws of tooth dancing were tightly entangled with each other, about to strike the throat of the other, launching the final blow to decide victory and life.

Speaking of which, this duel between the two sides, and Gus, can't even get off the hook.

He and Greg claimed to be the mechanical and steam “sons” and “daughters” respectively, which did not originally cause much trouble.

After all, in this massive uprising of a slightly superstitious nature, countless foolish women will feel the enchantment of the Devil in trance, thus posing as ghosts and deceiving themselves.

It is not impossible to have hundreds of “sons” at the same time in an uprising.

But not every Son can be besieged by dozens of high priests of the Temple of Fist.

Seven days ago, after that brief and bizarre raid, the steam army analyzed the war and came to an astonishing conclusion - the Iron Fist came for Gus, not to destroy many steam armies, but to kill Gus!

And even dozens of high-ranking priests of the Temple of Fist could not kill Gus after all the indiscriminate bombardment they had sacrificed.

Gus's wounds, which many steam army generals have personally seen, honestly, no one has half the confidence in the fractured bones and dirt, and Gus can still see tomorrow's sun.

But Gus seemed to have an immortal body, recovered every day at an incredible rate, and yesterday shattered skeletons and dirty hearts, but today he recovered as he had been, more powerful than ever.

Such a "miracle” compelled the steam army to believe in the identity of Gus “the Son” - at least a hundred times more credible than those foolish foolish fools who danced the self-proclaimed "Son” - and more inspired all Christians and warriors, firmly believed, mustered courage, and fought against the Boxing Temple to the end.

Thus, after confirming the miracle, several of the main elite units of the steam army approached the village where Gus was located.