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The believers of the Fist God all burst into laughter to vent their dissatisfaction after chasing the two degenerates for an entire night and suffering heavy casualties.

Their sneers made the wind colder and made Gus's seemingly feeble body even smaller.

However, there were also experienced and prudent teachers of the Iron Fist Academy who looked at the strange weapon in Gus's hand and said solemnly, "The methods of the heretical disciples are unpredictable. It's better to be careful!"

"What's there to be scared of? It's just serial crossbows and steam guns!" someone immediately refuted disapprovingly.

Over the years, order had collapsed, and geniuses were everywhere. The loyal believers of the Fist God were no strangers to the methods of the mechanical demons and the steam demons.

Just last night, several of their companions had been killed by the arrows of Gus and Grey.