Gus fell "huhu" and felt that he fell from heaven to hell.

The brain is in chaos, and consciousness is like drifting with the waves in a huge black vortex. Everything is rotating, rotating, and moving to the blurred thinking. Everything that happened just now, every word I said, turns into dancing butterflies and fragments of a kaleidoscope.

"ah!"

He screamed and sat up from the bed, and found that his body was covered with bandages, and the bandage was covered with cold sweat, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Gus blinked and stared at the surroundings.

This is a small humble room, the air is filled with the fragrance of herbs, and there is a small stove in the corner, "Gudu Gudu" and I don't know what is a strange smell.

Sister Grey curled up next to the small stove, looking very haggard, but accidentally fell asleep.

And in her arms, she was still holding the steam balloon with the demon dormant.

"I……"

Gus opened his mouth, feeling his lips were dry and chapped like fire. He moved his hands and feet, and felt that his body was covered with tiny wounds. He was like a vase that had been smashed and barely pieced together. It hurts his heart when he moved.

He recalled that he seemed to be surrounded by dozens of priests in the Fist Temple on the battlefield, and the other party even used his tricks, and next... next...

Next, something seemed to have happened, and he seemed to see another taller and more real world corner, and clearly realized who he was.

But now, his mind was blurred, but he had forgotten everything.

Gus held his breath and focused on thinking. He didn't think of anything, but instead felt a headache and couldn't help but scream.

"Gus!"

My sister woke up, and the devil's steam balloon was dormant in her arms fell to the ground unconsciously.

My sister rushed towards Gus, tears already filling her eyes.

"Sister, I--"

Gus opened his mouth and felt something blocking his throat. With a "wow", he spit out a piece of black blood. He finally felt more relaxed between his chest and abdomen.

"Gos, you're fine!"

Grey said with tears in his eyes, "Do you know that he has been in a coma for seven days and seven nights!"

"What!"

Gus was stunned.

After my sister's description, Gus realized how dangerous the scene was at that time.

When his sister and Andre led the large army to support and tried their best to rob Gus back, he had been swept by the priest of the Fist Temple. He was covered in bruises and his bones were broken, and his whole body turned into a pool of mud.

If an ordinary person suffers such a severe injury as a crushing army, he will definitely be killed on the spot, and even the Daluo Jinxian cannot save him.

However, Gus relied on his tenacious vitality - perhaps the demon Lu Qingchen, who modified his physical parameters, barely maintained his last breath, and slept soundly for seven days and seven nights in the bandage soaked in the ointment, and finally gradually healed.

"Thank God, you're fine. It seems that Lord Lu Qingchen's power is indeed magical. He can even save the person the Fist God wants to kill. Now, we can only serve him to the end!"

The sister clasped her hands together and said with both devout and excitement.

Gus looked at his sister and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

When he was unconscious, he seemed to know the truth about his sister.

I always feel that something is wrong with my sister's appearance now.

He doesn't like his sister like this, and he doesn't like his sister's appearance of being so pious to the gods and demons - no matter whether the other party is a fist god or a demon, it is not worth his sister's wholehearted service to the end.

But Gus didn't know how to say this to his sister.

My sister is different from him.

Everyone in the world of Fist God is different from him.

In Gus' heart, somehow, this idea suddenly came up with him.

After blinking, Gus felt inexplicably panic and confused, perhaps loneliness and anger.

He held his sister's hand.

My sister's hands are as I remember, slightly rough because she practiced too many boxing techniques, and very warm because she is full of strength.

This is the only thing Gus can catch after both parents died.

My sister's hands are real.

My sister is also real.

Just 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 were noisy people outside the window, and there were still steaming sounds rising and rising.

Gus pushed the window and squinted his eyes. In the gorgeous sunlight, he saw countless "huhu" steaming, rivets splicing, rigid hanging, and steel giant beasts piled up with dozens of turrets, rumbled by as if no one was around.

The steel giant beast steaming with white mist was still filled with steaming flags, and the burning gears shone brightly under the sunlight.

"This is……"

Gus was deeply shocked by the magnificent torrent of steel in front of him.

"It's the large unit of the Steam Army!" Gray screamed excitedly.

My sister explained to Gus that during the seven days and seven nights of his coma, many things that could determine the future of the Fist God World were happening.

The most important thing is that the main force of the Steam Army and the Iron Fist Army finally locked in each other's existence, just like two dragons with fangs and claws entangled each other tightly, and were about to launch the final blow to decide the winner and death of the other party's throat.

Speaking of which, the decisive battle between the two sides was inseparable from Gus.

He and Grey claim to be the "Son" and "Saint Maiden" of the Mechanical and Steam Cult respectively, and this incident did not cause any trouble.

After all, in this large-scale uprising with a slightly superstitious nature, countless fools and wives will feel possessed by gods and demons in a trance, pretending to be a ghost and deceiving themselves.

It is not impossible that there are hundreds of "holy sons" at the same time in an uprising.

But not every "Holy Son" can be besieged by dozens of high-level priests from the Fist Temple.

After the short and strange raid seven days ago, the Steam Army analyzed the situation and came to an astonishing conclusion-the Iron Fist Army came for Gus. Their purpose was not to defeat many Steam Army, but to kill Gus!

Even dozens of senior priests in the Fist Temple were willing to sacrifice everything and bombard them in the end, but they were unable to kill Gus.

Gus' injuries were personally examined by many generals of the Steam Army. To be honest, no one had any confidence when the bones and internal organs were broken, so Gus could still see the sun tomorrow.

But Gus seemed to have an immortal body, recovering at an incredible speed every day. His bones and internal organs that were shattered yesterday were shattered, but today he recovered as before, and his functions were even stronger than in the past.

Such "miracle" forced the Steam Army to believe in the identity of Gus' "Son of Holy Son" - at least a hundred times more credible than those self-proclaimed "Son of Holy Sons" who are foolish and foolish, and can stimulate all believers and soldiers to strengthen their faith, muster up the courage to fight the Fist Temple to the end.

Therefore, after confirming that the miracle happened, several main elite troops of the Steam Army moved closer to the village where Gus was.
Chapter completed!