Chapter 3500: Untitled
"The Steam Legion is on the verge of collapse, but at least they have caused enough chaos. Look, the space is becoming more and more unstable.
The devil had crawled out of the ball of steam at some point.
Now that the moment of the final battle had come, he was less and less scared of being exposed. Instead, he condensed a raging black smoke and covered Gus's head.
As he expected, following the direction of the devil, Gus discovered that the dim sky was covered in lightning-like cracks.
In the depths of the cracks, there was no longer hollow whiteness but crimson blood.
It seemed that the entire sky was crying.
No. Not just the sky but also the ground. Phantom-like cracks were running everywhere, reaping lives like sharp blades.
Those who touched the cracks, be they the Iron Fist Legion or the Steam Legion, were weirdly sucked in. They did not even have the chance to scream before they vanished into the purest data.
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However, the two parties were too engrossed in the fierce battle to care about anything else.
"The world is about to collapse.
The devil glanced at the young man. "This is also my only chance to corrupt the brains of the boxing champion. I'm going!"
Lu Qingchen jumped hard and cut off the tail, freeing himself from the ball of steam.
It meant that there was no way that he could run away. He had to fight the boxing champion until the end.
Shua!
Sixteen enormous black wings spread out on Lu Qingchen's back, displaying the most hideous appearance of a devil.
Sixteen black wings flapped crazily. The devil turned into a black arrow and darted toward the altar of the Fist God.
"What is that?"
The chaotic warriors were greatly shocked when they finally discovered the existence of the devil.
But they did not have the time or the strength to stop it. They were blown away by the storm raised by the devil and had to make way.
The soldiers following Gus were dumbfounded, too.
They vaguely saw Lu Qingchen behind Gus, but they did not know what he was exactly.
He looked at Gus in confusion and awe.
"Let's charge!"
Gus gritted his teeth.
The storm raised by the devils had opened an unstoppable route for them.
The new soldiers on Gus' back were like burning bayonets that could pierce into the splendid altar that was the heart of the Iron Fist Legion easily.
Now, it was time to make a choice.
Should he help the True God suppress the devil, or should he help the devil resist the True God and create Gus, the greatest creator of the universe?
Confused, Gus rushed out.
Charging into a battlefield corroded by blood that was as muddy as a swamp.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
He heard his own footsteps and heartbeat becoming louder and louder like war drums.
And everyone he saw at a close distance—whether it was the Steam Legion fighting for their dignity and destiny, the Iron Fist Legion manipulated by the Fist God, or the deceiving priests—
Every broken person, every broken soul, and every chess piece stained with blood were reinforcing his determination.
"Long live the real gods!"
Shouts and screams echoed behind Gus.
Grey, his sister, led the remnants of the northern army of steam.
His sister's persistent shouting made Gus laugh.
In the blink of an eye, he had already understood his feelings. He had made up his mind from the very beginning.
There were no true gods in this world.
Everyone, be they real or virtual, whether they were cells or data, whether they were living in the dream of a super artificial intelligence or an absurd story.
They should try their best to become the true gods who controlled their own destiny.
Maybe Lu Qingchen had ulterior motives.
But Gus would rather stand with the devil.
At least, a devil was a devil and a god was not a god at all!
"Nobody can control our fate. I'm going to run away from this wretched world!" Gus followed closely behind Lu Qingchen, following the footsteps of the burning devil.
His head was aching more and more, as if it was about to explode.
Gus knew that it was the positioning program that the boxing champion planted in his brain.
Right now, Lu Qingchen's back was facing him, and he seemed to be unprepared for Li Yao. With a slight touch, Li Yao would be able to transfer the positioning program to the devil.
Then, the boxing champion would be able to lock onto and kill the devil precisely.
And Gus had no doubt that the Fist King would fulfill his promise and transfer him to another illusionary, beautiful, eternal paradise.
But it was just a more beautiful cage and a more delicate chess board.
"I will not do as you wish, Fist King. I have already awakened. I am my own master. I am free!"
Gus roared in his heart and bashed his head hard to suppress the activation of the positioning program.
At this moment, Lu Qingchen had already jumped onto the altar.
The sudden appearance of the devil dumbfounded everyone on the battlefield.
The overwhelming black wings seemed to have blocked the bloody sky and the brilliance of the Fist God.
"You didn't see this coming, did you, Fist King?"
Lu Qingchen burst into laughter. Purple lightning was spluttering out of his wings and turned into thousands of sabers and swords. "I fled from the Lightning Planet to your brain. Our battle is not over yet!"
The roars of the devils echoed in the sky.
The entire world shook.
However, in the next second, Gus felt that his head was aching. A mysterious force seemed to be tearing his skull apart and darted out from the center of his eyebrow, hitting the devil's wings precisely.
Shua!
A giant golden arrowhead appeared on Lu Qingchen's head.
"This is—" Lu Qingchen was both shocked and appalled.
BOOM!
Before he realized what was going on, an enormous iron fist had already punched at his head like a falling star.
Lu Qingchen wanted to struggle and dodge.
The golden arrowhead, on the other hand, split into hundreds of golden arrows and pierced into his body precisely, making him unable to move or flee. He could only watch the iron fist falling from the sky before his eyes.
The devil was almost smashed into the ground.
The crater was more than ten meters in diameter.
The blast blew away the altar as well as the steam cannons. Whether it was the Iron Fist Legion or the Steam Legion, countless people were blown to smithereens by the wind.
"It's impossible. It's impossible. How can you lock onto me precisely? Why can't I run away?"
Inside the crater, the demon screamed miserably, "You planted a positioning program on me. There's no reason. You never had the chance. When—Gus? Gus!"
The demon, whose wings had withered and whose face was covered in dust, turned his head almost 180 degrees and glared at Gus in desperation.
Gus was dizzy and had a splitting headache.
Holding his burning eyebrow, he looked at the devil in a daze and then at the Fist King, the creator of the universe who had revealed himself again in the sky.
"Why?"
Gus was dumbfounded. "Didn't the boxing champion say that we had to touch Lu Qingchen in order to implant the positioning program? I didn't touch him. I didn't touch him!"
