Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - z307

Gus fell “whispering”, only feeling that he had fallen from heaven to hell.

The brain is chaotic, and consciousness is like a stream flowing in a huge black vortex. Everything is spinning, spinning, and turning to the blurred thinking. Everything that just happened, every word that has been said, turns into a dancing butterfly and kaleidoscope Of debris.

“what!”

He yelled, sat up from the bed, and found that his body was covered with bandages, and the slime in the bandages was cold sweat, very uncomfortable.

Gus blinked and looked around.

This is a small, shabby room. The air is full of the smell of herbs. There is also a small stove in the corner.

The older sister, Grey, curled up beside the small stove. The whole person looked very stingy, but she accidentally fell asleep.

And in her arms, she still hugged the steam ball lying dormantly.

“I……”

Gus opened his mouth, only to feel that his lips were cracking like a fire, and he moved his hands and feet, and felt that the whole body was covered with small wounds.

He recalled that he seemed to be surrounded by dozens of Boxing Shrine priests on the battlefield, and the opponent also launched a special trick to him. Then … next …

Next, as if something happened, he seemed to see another corner of the higher, more real world, clearly understanding who he really was.

But now, his mind was blurred, but he had forgotten everything.

Gus held his breath and focused his thoughts. He didn’t remember anything, instead he felt a headache and couldn’t help screaming.

“Gus!”

The elder sister awakened, and the steam ball lying dormant in her arms fell to the ground.

The elder sister rushed over to Gus, tears were already covering her eyes.

“Sister, I–”

Gus opened his mouth, feeling something stuck in his throat, and “wow,” he spit out a piece of black blood, between the chest and abdomen, and finally felt free.

“Gus, you’re fine!”

Grey cried, “Do you know that you have been unconscious for seven days and seven nights!”

“what!”

Gus froze.

After her sister’s description, Gus knew how dangerous the scene was.

When her sister and Andre led a large army to come to support and desperately grabbed Gus back, he was already swept by the priest of the Boxing Shrine priest. At that time, his body was bruised and his bones were broken.

If ordinary people suffered such heavy damage like thousands of troops and horses, they must have died on the spot, and Da Luo Jinxian could not save it.

Gus, however, relied on his tenacious vitality-maybe the demon Lu Qingchen modified his physical parameters, barely maintained his last breath, and fell asleep for seven days and seven nights in a bandage infused with ointment, and finally healed.

“Thank goodness, you’re fine. It seems that Lord Lu Qingchen’s power is really amazing. He can save even those who the boxing **** wants to kill. Now, we can only, we can only serve him to the end! ”

The sister folded her hands and said with reverence and excitement.

Gus looked at her sister, and a strange heart rose.

When unconscious, he seemed to know the truth about his sister.

I always feel that … my sister looks a little bit wrong now.

He didn’t like his sister, and he didn’t like his sister to show such devotion to gods and demons-no matter if the opponent was a boxing **** or a demon, it wasn’t worth her wholehearted service.

But Gus didn’t know what to say to his sister.

Sister is different from him.

Everyone in the boxing **** world is different from him.

Gus knew, unexpectedly, that thought came up.

After blinking, Goss felt inexplicably panicked and confused, and perhaps lonely and angry.

He held his sister’s hand.

My sister’s hands, as I remembered, were a little rough because they practiced too much boxing, and they were very warm because of their strength.

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

Sister’s hand is real.

Sister is also true.

Like Gus himself, no one can obliterate their existence.

Gus got out of bed, put up with severe pain, gritted his teeth, and walked to the window step by step.

There were noisy people outside the window, and there were waves of steam hissing above and below.

Gus pushed the window and squinted his eyes. In the gorgeous sun, he saw countless “whirling” steaming, rivet splicing, rigid suspension, steel giants with dozens of turrets stacked on them, leaving “rumbling” unattended. Too.

The steel beast that was transpired by the white mist was also filled with the flag of the Steam Army and the burning gears were shining brightly in the sunlight.

“this is……”

Gus was deeply shocked by the torrent of steel before him.

“It’s the big army of the Steam Army!” Grey yelled excitedly.

The elder sister explained to Gus that during his seven days and seven nights in a coma, many things happened that might determine the future of the boxing **** world.

The main thing is that the main force of the Steam Army and the main force of the Tekken Army finally locked in each other’s existence, just like two dragons with fangs and claws entangled each other tightly, and they were about to attack each other’s throats and launch the final blow to determine victory and defeat. .

Speaking of which, the decisive battle between the two sides couldn’t be separated from Gus.

He and Grace claimed to be the “son” and the “daughter” of mechanics and steam teaching, respectively, and this incident did not originally make any waves.

After all, in such a large-scale uprising with a little superstition, countless fools and wives will feel the possession of gods and demon in the room, thus pretending to be a ghost and deceiving themselves.

In an uprising, it is not impossible for hundreds of “sons” to exist at the same time.

But not every “son” can be besieged by dozens of senior priests in the boxing shrine.

After the short and erratic assault battle ended seven days ago, the steam army analyzed the situation and came to an astonishing conclusion-the iron fist army came for Gus. Their purpose was not to break down many steam army, but to Kill Gus!

And even if dozens of senior priests in the Temple of Fist, bombarded at all expense, in the end, failed to kill Gus.

Gus’ injuries have been personally seen by many generals of the Steam Army. Honestly, in the case of bones and viscera being broken, no one has the slightest confidence, and Gus can still see the sun of tomorrow.

But Gus seems to have an undead body, recovering at an incredible speed every day. Yesterday, he still shattered bones and viscera. Today, he is as good as ever, and his function is stronger than in the past.

Such “miracles” made the Steam Army have to believe in the identity of Gus’ “son”-at least more than a hundred times more credible than those “sons” who are foolish and self-proclaimed gods. The degree can also stimulate all the believers and fighters, strengthen their faith, gather courage, and fight to the boxing temple to the end.

Therefore, after confirming the miracle, several elite troops of the Steam Army approached the village where Gus was located.