Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The teenager's heart rate stagnated almost with his breathing.

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

The broken butterfly remains form yet another sparkling and magnificent scroll.

In an endless ocean of stars, a galactic road spreads towards the other bank, a silver-white road filled with burning thorns, and burning thorns secrete enough painful venom.

This is the way to “real”.

This is the path to “humanity”.

Himself, do you really want to follow this path?

Gus's throat rolled and felt a burst of burning steel gushing out of his chest.

Knowing that it was most likely still the devil's means, he could not speak and did not want to say a word to the contrary.

“Let's go. ”

Lu smiled, not caring what Gus really thought, but grabbed the teenager's wrist, “Let's go to the final battlefield! ”

Gus turned dizzy and returned to the wounded camp.

Fighting on the front line grew more intense at this time.

Even though it was dozens of miles from the front line, the thunderous rumblings on the battlefield continued to sound like a shock wave, rising above a wave, shocking people from the eardrum to the sole of the foot, a suffocation.

The flames in the sky, burning all the way from the battlefield to the sky, photographing the night sky as if it were a big, red iron pot, the bottom of the pot will be burned out of a huge cave at any moment.

It has been a long time since the wounded were transported.

However, there were a number of panicked and defeated soldiers, threw away their armor, and cluttered past the wounded camps.

It was found that only old and weak women and children and lonely wildlings remained in the wounded barracks, and that they were lazy to bother, but continued to flee south in panic all the way.

The two brothers, Gus and Grey, were brave enough to ask them about the situation on the front line, and the crushers could not make it clear, knowing only that the two armies had staggered their teeth, indissolubly, surrounded and counter-surrounded, collapsed, rallied and collapsed again.

The Steam Army is a rushing force, no matter the discipline, morale or training is far better than the Iron Fist Army. Once the small squads are crumbled, it is difficult to assemble again, and the dizziness turns between them. As long as one or two cowardly warriors retreat, they will often trigger a chain reaction, leading hundreds of people to flee together.

Many steam armies have not even seen the face of the enemy, and rarely have they escaped.

Iron Fist Army is ultimately a trained elite hundred fights, even if injured and disabled, as long as there is no loss of engine power, it can gather again and enter the battlefield unchanged.

After all, this is the southern realm, the home of mechanics and steam.

The so-called "ant bites the elephant”, and the number of people in the uranium exceeds the limit and may overwhelm the quality.

It is true that there are a number of Uzbek people who collapse without even fighting themselves, but the news of the two parties' main entanglements is spreading in all directions, but more Uzbek sources are constantly coming. As the number of Uzbek people increases, the advantages of the large number of people become more effective, and the front is gradually stabilizing.

Therefore, it is not yet possible to say exactly who the deer will die.

Perhaps both sides are approaching the limits of victory and death, just like two persevering teeth biters, who are expecting only one final punch to knock each other down and never climb again.

“We should go to the front! ”

Gus and Gray found Andrei.

This remaining Steam Army soldier from the North, whose mission is to guard the wounded battalion, did not participate in the main showdown between the two sides.

But all the way down south, they saw more than one "miracle” from Gus, and they worshipped Gus to the point of fanaticism.

Besides, Gus doesn't make any sense.

“Now that the battle is in a scorching phase, with both main players dying, who can get new chips at this point - even a tiny little chip - could trigger a chain reaction and reverse the winning balance to their side! ”

Gus bites his teeth, “Although we don't have enough people and strength, who says we can't be the key chips in deciding whether to win or lose?

“As for danger, of course it is, but we went all the way down south here. Is there any alternative to adventure?

“You know, those crushers are native people, and even if the steam army really fails, they just hide in the reeds of the thick water net and hide in the 100,000 mountains, and nobody will find them.

“And we, we all from the north, along the way south, killed countless Iron Fist Army and Boxing Temple Priest, already hung the number of Boxing Temple, if the Steam Army truly fails, Iron Fist Army wins the pursuit, we have no hope of escaping the Tianloi network.

“So whether it's to defeat the Iron Fist Army and the Temple of Fist, to take control of our own destiny, or just to survive, we should go up against the current and kill to the battlefield of the duel! ”

Gus' words deeply touched the hearts of every cripple.

It is more likely, of course, that the remnants of the war remembered the astonishing power of the shotgun, the artillery cannon and the hive launcher to destroy decay.

If the two armies burn, they kill as a Wonder soldier to help Gus destroy directly the core of the Iron Fist Army with that horrible weapon, it is very likely that they will win one by one.

It's all decided.

The handicapped were supposed to guard the wounded barracks, but that was a task when the wounded, the old and the weak, and the supplies were adequate.

Now, the wounded barracks are almost a ghost, and there is no point in stationing them here.

The remnants of the army, originally pillowcases, were inspired by Gus's final blood and desire for survival, and moments later became the only rebels among the countless collapsed soldiers.

Numerous broken soldiers were naturally surprised to see the mutilators marching.

But by that time, order was completely out of control, and even the collapsed soldiers were unstoppable, not to mention some of the remnants who were "going to die” on the battlefield.

Not all of the many broken soldiers are frightened.

Many of them are fanatics of steam and mechanics. The whole family was slaughtered clean by the Iron Fist Army, and the Temple of Fist has a deep blood feud.

He was only caught in the midst of a torrential flood and forced to leave the battlefield.

After dozens of miles of breath, the collapsed troops finally calmed down and a little bit of organization and discipline was restored.

At this moment, at first glance, ask, know that even a remnant from the North is so irreversibly going up against the flow, ready to go with the Iron Fist main force to decide life and death.

Looking at their performance, these fanatics are so ashamed to die.

Plus the name of Gus “The Son," which many fanatics have heard of.

Even if I don't take this “Son” seriously in half a letter and half a doubt on a weekday, it is an unbreakable fact that “Son” leads the army upstream.

In the reflection of the torch, perhaps with the enchantment of the devil, Gus appeared slightly naive, but was incredibly sacred and great.

Therefore, after walking out of the dozens of miles, following the followers behind Gus and Grey, it was not only Andrei-led northern mutilators, but also fanatics in dozens of broken armies, which swelled tenfold!