The young man's heart almost stopped beating at the same time as his breath.
The illusionary world in front of his eyes was falling apart like butterflies in a storm.
The broken bodies of the butterflies formed a glamorous and splendid picture.
In the boundless sea of stars, a milky way like road extended to the other side. The silvery-white road was covered with burning thorns, and the scorched thorns secreted a venom that was enough to make one wish they were dead.
It was the path to 'reality'.
It was the path to 'human beings'.
Was he really going to embark on such a path?
Gus's Adam's apple rolled, and he felt that a cluster of molten steel was about to spurt out of his chest.
Although he knew that it was likely to be a trick of the demons, he could not, and did not want to, say anything to refute it.
"Let's go."
Lu Qingchen smiled, not caring what Gus was thinking. He simply grabbed the young man's wrist and said, "Let's go to the final battlefield!"
Gus returned to the wounded camp in a daze.
At this moment, the battle in the frontline was even more intense.
Even though they were still a few tens of kilometers away from the frontline, the rumbling that sounded like thunder on the battlefield was still like a tempestuous wave that surged over wave after wave, and it shook them to the point they felt waves of numbness from their eardrums to the soles of their feet.
The flames on the horizon were burning all the way from the battlefield to the sky, illuminating the night sky as if it were a giant iron pot that could be burnt into a giant hole at any moment.
It had been a long time since any wounded soldiers were transported down.
But a lot of panicked soldiers, abandoning their helmets and armor, passed by the wounded camp in a mess.
Discovering that there were only the old, the weak, the women, the children, and the ghosts left in the wounded camp, the soldiers did not bother to disturb them and simply continued fleeing to the south in panic.
Gus and Grey summoned their courage and asked them about the situation in the frontline, but the soldiers did not know much about it, either. They only knew that the two armies were locked in a fierce battle. There were encirclements, counter-encirclements, collapses, gathers, and collapses again everywhere.
The steam army was a mob that had been formed in a hurry. In terms of discipline, morale, and training, they were far inferior to the Iron Fist Army. Once a small troop collapsed, it would be difficult for them to gather again. While they were dizzy, as long as one or two cowards flinched at the last moment, a chain reaction would often be triggered, and hundreds of people would flee together.
Many of the steam troops did not even see the face of the enemy, and some of them fled in confusion.
The Iron Fist Army, on the other hand, was a well-trained elite army. Even if they were injured or disabled, as long as they did not lose their mobility, they could gather again and enter the battlefield without any change in expression.
Speaking of which, this was the southern region after all. It was considered the home ground of the Machinery and Steam Sect.
As the saying goes, "Enough ants can bite an elephant to death." When the number of mobs exceeded the limit, it was possible to overwhelm the quality.
Indeed, there were quite a number of mobs that collapsed at the first clash, or even collapsed without a fight. However, the news that the main forces of both sides were entangled spread in all directions, and more mobs continued to arrive. As the number of mobs increased, the advantage of numbers became more and more effective, and the battlefront gradually stabilized.
Therefore, it was still hard to say who would emerge victorious.
Perhaps both sides were getting closer and closer to the limits of victory, defeat, and life and death. Just like two boxers clenching their teeth and persevering, they were both looking forward to the last heavy punch to make the other side collapse and never get up again.
"We should go to the frontline!"
Gus and Grey found Andre.
The remnants of the steam army from the north shouldered the mission of guarding the wounded soldiers' camp. They did not participate in the final battle of the main forces of both sides.
However, on their way south, they had witnessed the 'miracles' performed by Gus more than once. Their admiration for Gus had reached the level of fanaticism.
Besides, what Gus said was not entirely unreasonable.
"Right now, the battle has entered the most critical stage. The main forces of both sides are holding on to their last breath. Whoever gets a new bargaining chip at this moment, even if it is an insignificant bargaining chip, may trigger a chain reaction and tip the scales of victory to their side!"
Gus gnashed his teeth. "Although we are outnumbered and not strong, who says that we can't be the key bargaining chip that determines the outcome of the battle?
"As for the danger, of course there is danger, but we have come all the way south. Do we have any other choice other than to take the risk?
"It must be noted that the defeated soldiers are all locals. Even if the steam army fails miserably, as long as they hide in the reeds that are densely covered by the water net or in the mountains, nobody will be able to find them.
"As for us, we are all from the north, and we have killed countless priests of the Iron Fist Army and the Fist God's Temple on our way to the south. We have been registered in the Fist God's Temple for a long time. If the steam army fails miserably and the Iron Fist Army pursues us, we will have no hope of escaping.
"Therefore, in order to defeat the Iron Fist Army and the Fist Temple and completely control our own fate, or simply to survive, we should go against the current and march to the battlefield of the final battle!"
Gus's words deeply touched the heart of every defeated soldier.
Of course, it was more likely that the defeated soldiers remembered the devastating power of the storm bolters, the Vulcan Cannons, and the Beehive Launchers.
If they marched out as an unexpected force when the two armies were at the most critical moment and helped Gus destroy the core of the Iron Fist Army with the terrifying weapons, it would indeed be very likely that they would win the battle.
Everything was decided just like that.
The defeated soldiers were responsible for guarding the camp for wounded soldiers, but that was when the wounded, the old, the weak, and the resources were abundant.
Right now, the camp for wounded soldiers had almost become a ghost town. It was meaningless for them to stay there any longer.
The defeated soldiers had been ready for battle in the first place. Stimulated by Gus, their last desire for survival was unleashed. A moment later, they became the only defiant soldiers among the countless defeated soldiers.
The defeated soldiers were naturally surprised to see what the defeated soldiers were doing.
However, the order had been completely out of control at this moment. Even the defeated soldiers were not stopped by anyone, not to mention the defeated soldiers who were marching to the battlefield to 'die'.
Not all the defeated soldiers were cowards.
Many of them were fanatical believers of the Church of Machines. Their whole families had been slaughtered by the Iron Fist Army, and they hated the Fist Temple dearly.
However, they had been dragged away from the battlefield by the chaotic torrents.
After running for dozens of kilometers, the defeated soldiers finally calmed down and regained some organization and discipline.
At this moment, they learned that even the defeated soldiers from the north were marching against the torrents without hesitation, ready to fight a life-and-death battle against the main force of the Iron Fist Army.
Looking at their performance, the fanatical believers were almost ashamed to death.
Also, Gus's reputation as the 'saint' had been publicized a long time ago. Many fanatics had heard of him.
Even though they did not take the 'saint' seriously, at this moment, it was an undeniable fact that the 'saint' was leading the soldiers against the torrents.
Under the illumination of the torches and perhaps the enchantment of the demons, Gus's slightly young appearance was more sacred and magnificent than ever.
Therefore, after walking for dozens of kilometers, the followers behind Gus and Grey were not just the defeated soldiers of the north led by Andre but also the fanatics from dozens of defeated troops. The number of followers was ten times greater than before!
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