The mountain wind howled.
The fog lingered.
There were also black birds that symbolized death chirping in the depths of the fog.
The young man and his sister fell, fell, and fell rapidly.
It was said that falling off a cliff or jumping off a building was a very strange way to die.
As long as the cliff or the building was high enough and the fall was long enough, one could experience two deaths at the same time.
First, one's physical body would fall from a high place and shatter like a watermelon.
Second, one's soul would leave their body and fall from the human world to hell.
Hell.
It was a boundless darkness, a great terror.
Flames in the darkness. A pot of boiling oil above the flames. A sinner who was suffering in the oil pot was blown up with bloody blisters all over his body like a toad.
Gus saw all kinds of illusions of hell in a daze.
The person who was dancing in the oil pot and floating up and down like a toad was his classmate, Qin Yi, who he had 'personally' sent to the stake.
No, it was not Qin Yi. It was not a specific person. It was made up of the souls of countless fallen people who did not believe in the Fist God. It was countless fallen souls that were suffering eternal torture in hell at the same time.
That included his father.
His father's face suddenly appeared from the oil pot.
His father held the edge of the oil pot with both hands.
Because his skin was torn and his bones were fried, his father's lips, eyes, nose, ears, and fingers were all broken and falling down.
"Run."
His father, who was fried until he was crispy, screamed at Gus and Grey, "Run, run, run!"
"Bang!"
Gus woke up abruptly.
His soul was smashed back into his body.
Then, the pain of being smashed into pieces bombarded his entire body.
He was in so much pain that he wanted to die. He vomited large mouthfuls of blood. He even felt that he was not vomiting blood, but the mucus of his internal organs.
However, Gus was very sure that he was not dead yet.
That was because the bone-piercing mountain wind and cold mountain rain were still stimulating the 36,000 pores on his body. The pain was as thin as a cicada's wing and was torturing him by a thousand cuts.
Gus got up with difficulty and felt the world spin.
He propped himself up with both hands and spat out the bloody bile on the ground with a "wah" sound.
He finally woke up a little.
He could barely focus and observe his surroundings.
Judging from the screams and the bits and pieces of torches, they had fallen even lower than expected.
The cliff above didn't go all the way to the abyss. Instead, there was a wide platform more than ten meters below the cliff. There were trees growing on the platform, but it was blocked by the fog just now, so they couldn't see clearly.
Gus and Grey just happened to fall on this platform. Blocked by the trees, they only fell for a dozen meters and were half-dead.
"Sis!"
Gus rushed to his sister and hugged her. He found that his sister's body was soft as if she had no bones. Her breathing and heartbeat were extremely weak.
The power of a Priest of the Fist God Hall should have such power.
This was the last bit of mercy that Lei Lie, as an uncle, had for his niece. He hoped that he could throw Gree off the cliff with one punch and let her die a quick death. He didn't want her to be tied up and brought back to the Fist God Palace, where she would suffer the torture of being burned alive in front of everyone.
Unfortunately …
Fate had played a huge joke on them.
Not only did this protruding rock stop them, but it also prevented them from dying a quick death.
Moreover, this rock extended all the way and was connected to the cliff above. In other words, the people above could easily reach here and catch them like pigs.
At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew over, slightly dispersing the fog.
Gus heard the screams coming from above the cliff.
Obviously, someone had found their hiding place.
The torches began to look for a place to land. They circled around and gradually approached them.
This time, even Lei Lie couldn't find an excuse to throw them off the cliff. He could only find a way to catch them alive and give them the most humiliating and painful way to die.
Gus hugged his sister. His face was swollen, twisted, and bulging like a ferocious mask.
He saw his sister's lips tremble.
He listened carefully. His 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 ending?
Gus wanted to laugh.
He laughed crazily. He laughed so hard that his veins bulged. He laughed so hard that he couldn't catch his breath.
Why was this the ending for him and his sister?
Why didn't the Fist God tell the world that the power of machines and steam really existed?
Why did their lives and even the entire world revolve around the word "fist"?
Why was it a taboo to study the power of machines and steam, not just training?
Power.
Gus had never craved power so much. He craved enough power to walk to the end of the world and find the truth behind all the "whys".
The torches were getting closer and closer.
The captors had already found the way down. They were like a fire dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, opening its bloody mouth.
There was no hope.
It was impossible.
Everything was over.
He, a weakling who was born weak, a weakling who was cursed by the Fist God, and a degenerate who was tainted by evil power, would never know the truth.
It was … infuriating!
Gus could hear his bones creaking, and he could even hear the sound of his teeth clenching.
Then, there was a polite question. "Are you craving power?"
Gus turned around and looked at the devil.
The devil had emerged from the steam ball at some point. Opening its dark, deep eyes, it looked at him with a smile.
"What's your condition?"
Gus heard his throat squeak like a rusty door shaft.
But as long as he moved his throat and said the first word, it would be easy to deal with the rest.
"Your soul. Your soul."
Lu Qingchen repeated the joke unhurriedly.
It was not a joke.
Gus' pupils constricted violently. He thought carefully for a long time, or maybe a moment.
"Is my soul really useful to you?"
He asked the devil carefully.
"Don't get me wrong. There's nothing special about you. It doesn't matter if I change to another soul. It's just that fate brought us together, and I don't want to waste time."
Lu Qingchen smiled and said, "Didn't I promise that I would fulfill three of your wishes? How about this? I can let you keep your soul for now. After all three wishes are fulfilled, you can harvest them. That's a good deal, isn't it? "
Gus tilted his head and thought for a moment. Then he asked, "Can you fulfill all my wishes?"
"Theoretically speaking, yes, including becoming the strongest expert in the world. But I don't want to lie to you. If you really make such a wish, I can make you the strongest expert in the world one second, but you will be killed by the Fist God the next second," Lu Qingchen said.
"So, let's take it easy and go step by step. Let's achieve a small goal first … For example, we can kill all the pursuers and escape with your sister."
"Then … Then, my first wish is to escape with my sister."
Gus hesitated for a moment and gnashed his teeth. "If they don't stop me, I don't want to kill them."
"No problem, Devil Lu Qingchen, I'm at your service. As for whether you want to kill them or not, it's up to you."
As Lu Qingchen spoke, he collected all the weapons that had fallen with the siblings, such as crossbows and arrows, and gathered them together.
He mumbled some spells and released steam from his fingertips. The white mist enveloped all the weapons.
After an ear-splitting sound of metal being twisted, squeezed, and collided, the white mist dispersed. All the weapons changed their shape and became silver, surrounded by electric arcs. They were full of unbelievable structures and brilliance.
Gus was dumbfounded. He felt that his eyes had been blinded.
Pointing at the weapons on the ground, he stammered, "What — what are these?"
"This is the standard equipment of the orbital assault team of the Xing Yao Federation. It is a powerful anti-material assault rifle named 'Thunder III'," the devil explained with a smile.
"This is the special triple-headed heavy artillery of the 'Black Tide Legion', an elite special force of the Imperium of True Human Beings. Originally, only super brawny men weighing more than two hundred kilograms and more than two meters tall could use it. But here, I've modified the parameters and lowered the weight and the recoil. You won't have a problem, either.
"This is also the shoulder-mounted mini rocket launcher of the Alliance of the Holy Covenant. It is named 'God's Punishment VII'. Just like the people of the Holy League, it is accurate, cruel, and the best slaughter machine.
"Come on. I'll teach you how to wear it. Have fun!"
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