Gus fell "whoosh", feeling like he was falling from heaven to hell.
My brain is in chaos, and my consciousness is like drifting in a huge black whirlpool.
Everything is spinning and spinning until my mind is blurred.
Everything that just happened and every word I said turned into dancing butterflies and kaleidoscopes. of fragments.
"ah!"
He yelled, sat up from the bed, and found that his body was covered with bandages, and the bandages were sticky with cold sweat, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
Gus blinked and looked around blankly.
This is a small, shabby room.
The air is filled with the fragrance of herbs.
There is a small stove in the corner, and something fragrant is cooking.
My sister Gray was huddled next to the small stove, looking very haggard, but she accidentally fell asleep.
And in her arms, she was still holding tightly the steam ball where the demon was dormant.
"I……" Gus opened his mouth, only to feel that his lips were chapped as if on fire.
When he moved his hands and feet, he felt that his whole body was covered with small wounds.
He was like a vase that had been smashed to pieces and barely put back together.
Every move made him feel heartbroken.
He recalled that he seemed to be surrounded by dozens of Fist Temple priests on the battlefield, and they launched a special attack on him.
Next... next...
Next, something seemed to happen.
He seemed to see a corner of another higher, more real world, and clearly realized who he really was.
But now, his mind was blurry, but he had forgotten everything.
Gus held his breath and concentrated on thinking.
He didn't think of anything.
Instead, he had a splitting headache and couldn't help but scream.
"Gus!"
My sister woke up with a start, and the steam ball with the devil dormant in her arms fell to the ground unconsciously.
The sister rushed towards Gus, tears already filling her eye sockets.
"Sister, I——" Gus opened his mouth and felt something blocked in his throat.
He spat out a piece of black blood with a "wow" sound, and finally felt better in his chest and abdomen.
"Gus, you're okay!"
Gray said with tears, "Do you know that I have been in a coma for seven days and seven nights!"
"What!"
Gus froze.
After his sister's description, Gus realized how dangerous the scene was.
When his sister and Andre led a large force to come to support and desperately try to snatch Gus back, he had already been hit by the priest of the Temple of Fist's special move.
At that time, he was covered in bruises, his bones were broken, and his whole body turned into a puddle of mud.
If an ordinary person suffered such a severe injury like being crushed by thousands of troops, he would definitely die on the spot, and even Daluo Jinxian would not be able to save him.
However, Gus relied on his tenacious vitality—perhaps the demon Lu Qingchen modified his body parameters and barely managed to breathe his last breath.
He slept soundly for seven days and seven nights in a bandage soaked in ointment, and finally gradually healed.
"Thank God, you're fine.
It seems that Lord Lu Qingchen's power is indeed miraculous.
He can even save the people the Boxing God wants to kill.
Now, we can only serve him to the end!
" My sister clasped her hands together and said with both piety and excitement.
Gus looked at his sister, feeling something strange in his heart.
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While unconscious, he seemed to know some truth about his sister.
I always feel like... there's something wrong with how my sister looks now.
He doesn't like his sister being like this, and he doesn't like the way his sister behaves so piously towards gods and demons - no matter whether the opponent is a boxing god or a demon, he is not worthy of his sister's wholehearted service to the end.
But Gus didn't know what to say to his sister.
His sister is different from him.
Everyone in the world of boxing gods is different from him.
In the bottom of Gus's heart, for some reason, such an idea suddenly came to him.
Blinking, Gus felt inexplicably panicked and confused, and perhaps, lonely and angry.
He took his sister's hand.
My sister's hands were just as she remembered, a little rough from practicing too many boxing techniques, but also very warm from being full of strength.
It was the only thing Gus could hold on to after his parents died.
My sister's hands are real.
Sister is also real.
Like Gus himself, no one can erase their existence.
Gus got out of bed, endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth, and walked to the window step by step.
There was a lot of noise outside the window, and there was the roar of steam rising and falling one after another.
Gus opened the window and squinted his eyes.
Under the bright sunshine, he saw countless "whirring" steam, riveted, rigidly suspended, with dozens of turrets piled on top of the steel behemoth, "rumbling" away like no one else.
Pass.
The giant steel beast steaming with white mist is also dotted with the battle flags of the Steam Army, and the blazing gears shine in the sunlight.
"This is……" Gus was deeply shocked by the magnificent torrent of steel in front of him.
"It's a large force of the Steam Army!"
Gray shouted excitedly.
The sister explained to Gus that during the seven days and nights he was in a coma, many things happened that may determine the future of the boxing world.
The most important thing is that the main force of the Steam Army and the main force of the Iron Fist Army have finally locked onto each other's existence, like two dragons tightly entangled with each other, and are about to launch a final blow at each other's throat that determines victory, defeat, and life and death. .
And speaking of it, the decisive battle between the two sides has nothing to do with Gus.
He and Gray proclaimed themselves the "Holy Son" and "Holy Lady" of the Machinery and Steam Cult respectively.
This incident did not initially cause any waves.
After all, in this kind of large-scale uprising that is slightly superstitious, countless foolish men and women will feel possessed by gods and demons in a trance, thus pretending to be gods and ghosts, deceiving themselves and others.
It is not impossible for hundreds of "holy sons" to exist in an uprising at the same time.
But not every "Holy Son" can be besieged by dozens of high-ranking priests from the Fist Temple.
After the short and strange raid ended seven days ago, the Steam Army analyzed the situation and came to a shocking conclusion - the Iron Fist Army came for Gus.
Their purpose was not to defeat as many Steam Army as they could.
Kill Gus!
And even though dozens of high-ranking priests from the Fist Temple bombed him at the expense of everything, they still failed to kill Gus in the end.
Many generals of the Steam Army have personally examined Gus's injuries.
To be honest, with his bones and organs completely shattered, no one has the slightest confidence that Gus can still see the sun tomorrow.
But Gus seems to have an immortal body, recovering at an incredible speed every day.
His bones and internal organs that were smashed to pieces yesterday are now back as before, and his functions are stronger than before.
Such a "miracle" forced the Steam Army to believe in the identity of Gus's "Holy Son" - at least it was a hundred times more credible than those foolish men and women who claimed to be gods.
The speed can also stimulate all believers and warriors to strengthen their faith, muster up courage, and fight to the end with the Temple of Fist.
Therefore, after confirming that the miracle had occurred, several of the main elite units of the Steam Army moved closer to the village where Gus was located.