The mountain wind howls.
Misty.
There are also black birds, symbolizing death, chattering deep in the mist.
The boy and his sister fell, fell, fell rapidly.
It is said that falling off a cliff or jumping off a building is a very wonderful way to die.
As long as the cliff or tall building is high enough and the fall time is long enough, people can experience two kinds of death at the same time.
First, the physical body fell from a high place, smashing into pieces like a watermelon with a crash.
The second is the soul leaving the body and falling from the human world to hell. hell.
Boundless darkness, great terror.
The flames in the darkness, the boiling oil pan above the flames, the sinners in the oil pan who were tortured and covered in blood blisters, like toads.
Gus saw all kinds of visions of hell in a trance.
The person dancing in the oil pan, floating up and down like a roasted toad, was his classmate "Qin Yi" who was "personally" sent to the stake.
No, it's not Qin Yi, it's not a specific person, but it is composed of the souls of countless fallen people who do not believe in the boxing god.
They are countless fallen souls who are undergoing eternal torment in hell at the same time.
That includes Dad.
Dad's face suddenly emerged from the oil pan.
Dad held the edge of the frying pan with both hands.
Because the skin was torn and the bones were fried to crisps, Dad's lips, eyes, nose, ears and fingers were broken one by one and fell off.
"run."
Dad, who was fried to a crisp, screamed at Gus and Gray, "Run, run, run!"
"Bang!"
Gus woke up with a start.
The soul was smashed back into the body.
Then came the shattering pain that bombarded the whole body.
He was in so much pain that he vomited blood.
He even felt that what he was vomiting was not blood, but mucus melting from his internal organs.
But he wasn't dead yet, Gus was sure of that.
Because the biting mountain wind and icy mountain rain still stimulated the 36,000 pores on his body, stinging like a sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wing, they tortured him with thousands of cuts.
Gus struggled to get up, feeling dizzy.
He put his hands on the ground, said "Wow" and vomited out bloody bile.
Finally woke up a little bit.
Can barely concentrate and observe the surrounding environment.
Judging from the screams and dots of torches above, they fell lower than expected.
The cliff above does not fall straight into the abyss, but there is a large platform about ten meters away from the cliff.
There are also crotch trees growing on the platform, but it was blocked by the fog just now, so it can't be seen clearly. .
Gus and Gray happened to fall on this platform, which was blocked by trees.
In fact, they only fell more than ten meters, and they fell half to death.
"sister!"
Gus rushed towards his sister and hugged Gray in his arms.
He found that her sister was so limp that she seemed to have no bones, and her breathing and heartbeat were extremely weak.
The power of a punch from the priest of the Fist Temple should be this powerful.
This can be regarded as the last bit of mercy that Lei Lie, the uncle, showed to his niece.
He hoped to punch Gray off the cliff and die happily, so as not to be tied back to the Boxing Temple by Wu Hua Da, where he would be tortured by fire in front of everyone. .
It's a pity—— Fate played a big joke on them.
This protruding rock not only hindered them, but also prevented them from dying happily.
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Moreover, this rock stretches all the way and is connected to the cliff above.
In other words, the people above can easily reach here and catch them back like pigs.
At this time, a strong wind happened to blow, slightly blowing away the fog.
Gus heard an exclamation from above the cliff.
Apparently someone discovered their hideout.
The torch began to look for a place to stay, and after a long circle, it gradually approached them.
Now, even Lei Lie could no longer find excuses to push them off the cliff for selfish reasons.
He could only find a way to capture them alive and give them the most humiliating and painful death.
Gus hugged his sister, his entire face was swollen, twisted, and bulging, like a ferocious mask.
He saw his sister's lips tremble.
Listening closely, my sister said weakly: "Throw me down, throw me down."
Gus looked at the abyss at the end of the platform.
There shouldn't be a second platform below.
Could this be their final outcome?
Gus wanted to laugh.
He really started laughing crazily, laughing until his orifices bled, laughing until his veins protruded, and laughing until he was out of breath.
Why, is this the end of him and his sister?
Why doesn't the Boxing God tell the world that there really is "mechanical and steam power" in the world?
Why do their lives and even the whole world revolve around the word "fist"?
Why, not to mention cultivation, even studying "the power of machinery and steam" has become a taboo?
strength.
Gus has never been more hungry for power.
He longs to be powerful enough to go to the end of the world to find the truth behind all the "whys".
The torches are getting closer.
The captors have found their way down, just like a fire dragon with teeth and claws, opening its bloody mouth.
There is no hope.
It’s impossible. it's all over.
He, a waste born weak, a weakling cursed by the God of Boxing, a fallen person contaminated by evil power, will never know the truth.
It's so... infuriating!
Gus heard the bones in his body rattle, and even heard the sound of his teeth grinding.
Then, there was a polite question: "Are you longing for power?"
Gus turned back and looked at the demon.
At some point, the demon emerged from the steam ball again, opening its dark and deep eyes, looking at him with a smile.
"What conditions?"
Gus heard his voice creak like a rusty door hinge.
But as long as you turn it, that is, spit out the first word, the rest will be easy.
"Soul, your soul."
Lu Qingchen was slow and repeated the joke just now.
That's no joke.
Gus's pupils suddenly shrank, and he thought seriously for a long time, or for a moment.
"Is my soul really useful to you?"
He asked the devil seriously.
"Don't get me wrong, there's nothing special about you.
It doesn't matter if I change you to another.
It's just that we are all so predestined that I'm too lazy to bother."
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Lu Qingchen smiled and said, "Didn't I promise to fulfill your three wishes?
In this way, I can let you keep your soul temporarily, and then harvest it after all three wishes are fulfilled.
This is finally a good deal.
Right?"
Gus tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "Can any wish be fulfilled?"
"Theoretically, yes, it includes becoming the strongest person in the world, but I don't want to lie to you.
If you really make this wish, then I can make you the strongest person in the world in one second, and you can make you the strongest in the next second.
He will be killed by the Boxing God."
Lu Qingchen said, "So, let's take it easy, step by step, and achieve a small goal first...such as killing all the pursuers and escaping with your sister."
"Then, my first wish is to escape with my sister."
Gus hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to kill them if they don't stop me."
"No problem, the demon Lu Qingchen is always at your command.
As for killing or not, it's up to you."
Lu Qingchen said, collecting all the crossbows and other weapons that fell with the two siblings.
He muttered words, released steam from his fingertips, and white mist enveloped all weapons.
After a piercing sound of metal twisting, squeezing and colliding, the white mist dissipated, and all the weapons changed their shapes, becoming silvery, arcing, and filled with incredible structures and light.
Gus was stunned and felt like his eyes were being stabbed.
"What, what is this?"
he stammered, pointing at the weapons on the floor.
"This is the standard equipment of the Orbital Commandos of the Star Federation, a powerful anti-material assault rifle 'Thunder-3' type."
The devil smiled and introduced, "This is a triple heavy-duty Vulcan cannon specially made by the elite special forces of the real human empire, the Kuroshio Legion.
Originally, only super strong men weighing more than two hundred kilograms and more than two meters tall can control it.
But here.
Well, I modified the parameters and lowered the weight and recoil, and you'll be fine.
"And this is the Covenant Alliance's shoulder-mounted micro-rocket launcher, the 'God's Punishment-7'.
Just like the Covenant people, it is precise and ruthless, and it is the best killing machine.
"Come on, I'll teach you how to put it on and have fun!"