Wasteland Priest

The old world was destroyed, people built new cities among the ruins, and there was a vast wasteland outside. Steam, firecrackers, alchemy, this world has a hell of a technology tree! Gangs are rampant, conspiracies are everywhere, and catastrophe is approaching. The armored steam devil pulls out a sharp blade and runs across the desert. Xin Fei, Panchi, Inca, Old Turin... Every city has its secrets hidden. Only by resonating with [characteristics] can we glimpse the mysterious truth! Disasters walk the earth, and chaos spreads fear in cities. The Declaration of Blood and Fire, the Oath Keepers, the Swordsmen Guild, the Principle of Worms... The huge existence behind the shadows will set off a grand carnival in the wasteland arena! But there still needs to be someone to spread hope and love to the world: Praise the sun, praise the moon, praise the stars, and at the same time, praise the great blessings in the wasteland. This is a story about a steam goose stewed in a wasteland iron pot in a Victorian style. Sauron: I'm warning you, I just want to make money to treat my sister's illness. I don't want to do these ridiculous things at all. Don't blame me!