Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Lu Qingchen’s words, together with his half-mysterious, half-sneaky, ugly child appearance, made him look more like an instigator than a devil.

Gus subconsciously took a step back and observed the demon’s weapon carefully.

He had to admit that he had never seen such a weird thing before.

It must be noted that the mechanism of the forbidden machines and steam weapons was quite simple and straightforward.

For example, a crossbow bolt or even a serial bolt. No matter how delicate the structure was, no matter how complicated the gears, ratchets, and transmission structure were, as long as it was carefully disassembled and studied, any normal person could understand that it was nothing more than the deformation, accumulation, and transmission of force.

But the weapons of the devils were different.

Gus did not see any gears, tubes, or even the most critical steam balls or pressurized chambers on the weapons.

It was definitely not the style of ‘mechanical demons’ or ‘steam demons’, but a force that was more advanced, stronger, and eviler than the power of machines and steam.

He thought back to when Lu Qingchen claimed that he was not a steam devil.

Then, what kind of devil did it come from?

Gus shuddered violently.

At this point, no matter who the enemy was, there was no turning back.

Glancing at his sister, who was lying next to him, not knowing whether she was dead or alive, the young man bit his tongue hard to calm himself down. He breathed heavily and said, “But I don’t know how to use the weapons of demons.”

“It doesn’t matter. I have downloaded a dummy tutorial. I will write it into your soul right now. Here.”

Lu Qingchen beckoned the young man over with a smile. Then he extended a long and narrow finger and stabbed it into the center of Gus’s eyebrow.

Before Gus could dodge, he felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows.

His eyes bulged, and the real world in front of his eyes suddenly collapsed. He seemed to have fallen into the abyss again, no, the hell below the abyss. He was surrounded by mottled scraps of light and shadow, accompanied by the cries of ghosts and the howls of wolves. Eventually, he was reorganized into a whole new world.

“Where… am I?”

Gus looked around in confusion.

It was a grey steel building. Earsplitting explosions echoed in the empty dome like incessant thunder.

In front of him was a long, narrow, and straight pathway. At the end of the pathway was a target—Gus could only use bows and arrows because of his weak body. He was very familiar with the structure and decorations of the archery range. This place was like an upgraded version of a large archery range.

However, what was in front of him was not a bow, but the chilling weapons of the devils.

“10345, what are you dawdling for? Can’t you even lift a f*cking gun?”

A thunderclap rang beside Gus’ ear, making him shrink his neck in fear. When he turned around, he saw the instructor, who seemed to be as furious as a gorilla.

Wait. What is an instructor? Why do I know that he is an instructor the moment I see him? Wait a moment. What is an instructor?

Gus discovered that, as the two new concepts popped up in his brain, more foreign information flooded into his brain.

It was a shooting range. It was the standard “Thunder III” anti-materiel assault rifle of the Federation’s orbital assault team. It used special 5.5mm caliber Ice-fire Compressed Bullets. Each bullet contained an ice-type and a fire-type array glyph. The moment it hit the target, the temperature around the target would drop to -100°C in the blink of an eye. Then, it would burn the target with magma-like heat. Using this method, it would break the molecular structure of the target and achieve the anti-materiel effect. It would be enough to deal with the light tanks and armored personnel carriers of the Imperium of True Human Beings and the Holy Accord Alliance.

Gus found that, as more and more inexplicable information flooded into his brain, he couldn’t help but raise the ‘Thunder III’ anti-materiel assault rifle in front of him.

Then, he opened fire at a target far away.

The Ice Fire Assault Bullet whizzed out. The powerful recoil caused his shoulder to hurt, but along with the pain that swept through his entire body like a tide, a strange sense of familiarity was transmitted from his fingertips to his shoulder, and from his shoulder to his eyes.

Hands, shoulders, eyes, flawless coordination. The trajectory was stable and precise. Not a single bullet deviated from the target.

It was truly strange. This was clearly the first time the youth had come in contact with the “Thunder III” assault rifle, yet he seemed to have been hugging this weapon to sleep since birth. He seemed to be more familiar with it than he was with himself.

BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Two, no, countless fireballs mixed with frost appeared in the depths of Gus’s pupils.

Devil weapons were indeed terrifying.

The young man was excited.

But in the next second, the shooting range nearby was shattered again, and his soul fell into the depths of hell into a muddy and bloody battlefield.

“Let’s go, elites of the imperium—”

Gus heard a roar that was even more brutal than the previous one. “Kill the federal soldiers!”

Looking back, Gus saw a three-star black flag of lightning burning furiously in the wind.

He discovered that he was no longer carrying the “Thunder III” assault rifle of the Star Glory Federation.

Instead, it turned into the triple-armed Vulcan Machine Guns of the ‘Black Tide Legion’, the elite special squad of the Imperium of True Human Beings.

In the same way, the moment his fingers touched the black killing machine, the parameters, usage methods, and even the mottled pictures of the weapon were all engraved on his soul.

Gus was dazed. His face gradually turned as hideous as the Immortal Cultivators nearby.

With the Vulcan Machine Gun on his shoulder, he aimed at a slowly approaching armored vehicle of the federation on the opposite side. He emptied three bullet belts and blew the armored vehicle into the sky.

The picture changed again the moment the armored vehicle reached the sky.

Yes. This time, Gus had turned into a soldier of the Holy Accord Alliance who was fighting against the coalition army of the federation and the imperium with a ‘God’s Punishment VII’ rocket launcher on his shoulder.

This time, there were no gorilla instructors or hideous commanders.

The battles of the members of the Sanctuary had always been quiet.

Just like real machines, unless there was a malfunction, they would reap lives silently.

During the peaceful harvest, Gus soon grasped the usage of the ‘God’s Punishment VII’ launch nest and became an expert.

Therefore, a fireball exploded in front of his eyes, blowing all the illusions into pieces. Surrounded by thousands of burning butterflies, Gus was back to the real world on the cliff where the wind was blowing.

Huchi! Huchi! Huchi!

The young man was shivering and sweating hard.

He seemed to have spent a long, long time in the illusion of hell. But judging from the torch that was drawing close in the mist, only a moment had passed.

When he looked at the three weapons in front of him again, the eyes of the seemingly useless young man had changed.

It was like looking at a former lover who was so familiar and eager.