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編輯: Atlas Studios
For the past few days, Lu Qingchen had been unusually quiet.
The ball of steam where the devil was hibernating seemed to have run out of energy and turned into a cold, dead lump. It had been lying in the basket all the time.
It gave Gus a sliver of hope. He thought that Lu Qingchen had been suppressed by the Fist King or that he had found a way to disappear forever.
If so, Gus wouldn't have to worry about whether or not to betray him, and he wouldn't be in a dilemma.
But it also meant that Gus had lost his value to the gods and devils, and he had no hope of escaping from the collapsing world of illusions.
Thinking of this, Gus fell into despair again. Often, he could not help but take out the steam ball and caress it. He even called out to it in a low voice, hoping for a response from the devil.
What would come would come.
On the seventh day of the battle between the Iron Fist Legion and the Steam Legion…