Gus fell to the ground, feeling that he had fallen from heaven to hell.
His head was a mess. His self-awareness seemed to be drifting in an enormous black swirl. Everything was spinning and spinning until his head was fuzzy. Everything that happened just now and every word that he said turned into dancing butterflies and scraps of kaleidoscopes.
"Ahhh!"
He screamed and sat up on his bed, only to discover that his body was covered in bandages that were sticky with cold sweat. He couldn't have felt worse.
Gus blinked and looked around in a daze.
He was in a room that was not very large. The air was filled with the fragrance of herbs. There was also a stove in the corner that was cooking something with a weird smell.
His sister, Grey, was crouching next to the stove. She looked rather haggard, but she had accidentally fallen asleep.
In her arms, she was still holding the steam ball where the devil was lurking.
"I …"
Gus opened his mouth, only to feel that his lips were so dry that they were burning. He moved his hands and feet, only to feel that his body was full of tiny wounds. He was like a broken vase that had been pieced together again. His every movement was excruciating.
He recalled that he seemed to have been surrounded by dozens of priests of the Fist Temple on a battlefield, and they even launched their ultimate skills at him. Then … Then …
Then, something seemed to have happened. He seemed to have seen a corner of a higher, more real world and realized who he was exactly.
But right now, his head was a blur, and he had forgotten everything.
Gus held his breath and focused on thinking, but he could not remember anything. Instead, he had such a headache that he could not help but cry.
"Gus!"
His sister was woken up. The steam ball where the devil was lurking fell to the ground.
His sister lunged at Gus with tears in her eyes.
"Sister, I —"
Gus opened his mouth and felt that something was stuck in his throat. He spat out a lump of black blood, and he finally felt a little better in his chest and abdomen.
"Gus, you're fine now!"
Grey said in tears, "Do you know that you've been unconscious for seven days and seven nights?"
"What!"
Gus was dazed.
After listening to his sister's description, Gus finally understood how dangerous the situation was.
When his sister and Andre led a large group to reinforce Gus, and they risked their lives to get him back, Gus had already been hit by the ultimate skill of the priest of the Fist God Palace. His body was covered with wounds, and his bones were all broken. He had turned into a pile of mud.
If it was an ordinary person, then they would surely die on the spot after suffering such heavy injuries that were like being crushed by a powerful army, and even a Golden Immortal wouldn't be able to save them.
But Gus, with his tenacious vitality, and perhaps with Demon Lu Qingchen's modification of his body parameters, managed to hold on to his last breath. Inside the bandage soaked in ointment, he slept for seven days and seven nights before he finally recovered.
"Thank goodness you're alright. It seems that Lord Lu Qingchen's power is indeed miraculous. He can even save the person the Fist God wants to kill. Now, we can only serve him to the end!"
Said the elder sister, clasping her hands together in piety and excitement.
Gus looked at his sister, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.
When he was unconscious, he seemed to have found out the truth about his sister.
He felt that … there was something wrong with his sister's current state.
He didn't like how his sister was like. He didn't like how his sister was so pious toward the gods and demons. Regardless of whether the other party was the Fist God or a demon, they were not worthy of his sister's wholehearted service.
But Gus did not know how to tell his sister this.
His sister was different from him.
Everyone in the Fist God's World was different from him.
For some reason, this thought suddenly popped up in Gus' mind.
Gus blinked. For some reason, he felt panic and confusion. Perhaps, there was also loneliness and anger.
He held his sister's hand.
His sister's hand was just like in his memory. It was a little rough because she had practiced too many fist techniques, but it was also very warm because it was full of strength.
This was the only thing Gus could hold on to after his parents died.
His sister's hand was real.
His sister was also real.
Just like Gus himself, no one could erase their existence.
Gus got off the bed and endured the pain. He gritted his teeth and walked to the window step by step.
Outside the window, it was noisy. There was also the sound of steam rising and falling, each louder than the last.
Gus opened the window and narrowed his eyes. Under the brilliant sunlight, he saw countless iron behemoths that were emitting steam, connected with rivets, hung rigidly, and had dozens of turrets on them. They rumbled past as if there was no one around them.
On the steel behemoths, white steam was rising. The flags of the steam army were proudly stuck on them. The burning gears were glittering under the sunlight.
"This is …"
Gus was deeply awed by the magnificent torrent of steel in front of him.
"It's the main force of the steam army!" Grey exclaimed in excitement.
His sister explained to Gus that during the seven days and seven nights that he was unconscious, many things that could determine the future of the Fist God's World happened.
Most importantly, the main force of the steam army and the main force of the Iron Fist God's World finally locked onto each other. Like two raging dragons, they tightly entangled each other and were about to launch the final attack that would determine the outcome of the battle.
Speaking of which, the final battle of the two parties had something to do with Gus too.
He and Grey called themselves the 'Saint' and the 'Saintess' of the Church of Machinery and the Church of Steam, respectively. It did not raise any waves in the beginning.
After all, in such a large-scale uprising that was slightly superstitious, countless fools would feel that they were possessed by gods and devils in a trance. Therefore, they would deceive themselves and other people.
It was not impossible for a hundred 'Saints' to exist in an uprising at the same time.
However, not every 'Saint' could be attacked by dozens of senior priests of the Fist God's Temple at the same time.
After the short and weird assault seven days ago, the steam army analyzed the situation and came to a shocking conclusion. The Iron Fist God's Army was here for Gus. Their purpose was not to destroy the steam army but to kill Gus!
Even though dozens of senior priests of the Fist God's Temple bombarded Gus at the cost of everything, they failed to kill him in the end.
Many generals of the steam army had examined Gus's wounds in person. To be honest, nobody was confident that Gus could see the sun tomorrow when his bones and internal organs were all shattered.
However, Gus seemed to be immortal. He was recovering at an unbelievable speed every day. His bones and internal organs that were shattered yesterday were as good as new today, and they were even more functional than before.
Such a 'miracle' forced the steam army to believe in Gus' identity as the 'saint'. At the very least, it was a hundred times more credible than the 'saints' who claimed that they were idiots. It could also stimulate all the believers and warriors to strengthen their faith and summon their courage to fight the Fist God Temple to the end.
Therefore, after confirming the miracle, several elite troops of the steam army all approached the village where Gus was.
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