The god of the age of steam
Wandering the battlefields of death, the steam engine roaring.
On the day of the red tide, the blood moon is in the sky, and the lakes and the sea are scarlet.
The madmen of the foggy capital roam the long streets.
When I closed my eyes, I heard a whisper in my ears.
Zhang Huaisheng, who suddenly woke up in Edinburgh, said.
"I will be the god of the age of steam."
"The tenth god."
"But only if you fill your stomach first."
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