"This is the power of steam!"
"This is the power of true God!"
"Look, look, even the masters of the Iron Fist Army have been defeated by us!"
Although the result of the collision between the two sides was that both sides suffered losses.
But this at least shows that the "Steam Army" has the power to compete with the "Iron Fist Army".
The fanatic believers holding steam sabers are no longer the fish and meat of the past.
Facing the enemy's iron fist, they at least have the ability to die together.
The mechanical and steam cultists who realized this became increasingly fanatical.
More core believers wielded steam sabers and relied on steam jet three-dimensional maneuvering devices to rush towards the Iron Fist Army masters.
For a moment, the entire street was filled with steam, and blood was spurting out of the steam, with broken limbs flying like a boiling pool of blood.
The numbers of the fanatics and the Iron Fist Army are both increasing, like two furious torrents charging towards the same pond. suddenly-- "Boom!
Boom!
Boom!"
Several earth-shaking loud noises exploded among the Iron Fist Army.
But it was the mechanical and steam cultists who used steam bombs.
Steam bombs are extremely dangerous and insidious weapons.
Countless fine iron nails and pieces of iron are stuck to the outside of the steam ball that is constantly being pressurized and is approaching its limit, and the steam ball is thrown towards the enemy.
Once the steam ball explodes, the high-pressure airflow is like a hurricane, shooting out iron nails and iron pieces, turning them into thousands of sharp blades, shooting holes into the enemy, and defeating the enemy.
A large number of reinforcements rushed over, and the Iron Fist Army, who was still confused about the situation, suddenly fell victim to the steam bomb.
Their faces were not sprayed with hot, high-pressure steam.
He was shot into honeycomb tofu by iron nails and pieces of iron.
The streets were full of blood, and there were screams everywhere.
It seemed that no matter how strong human beings' steel bones were, they couldn't compete with real steel.
"Boom!
Boom!
Boom!"
The soul-stirring drum beat sounded.
Luo Xinglong and other core believers of the Mechanism and Steam Religion, together with the "Holy Son" and "Holy Lady" Gus siblings, raised the steam cannon from a hidden place underground with solemn expressions.
Driven by the complex roller skating mechanism, dozens of strong men were sweating profusely as they rotated the joysticks, outputting strong power, causing the steam cannon to advance towards the Fist Temple like a ferocious steel beast.
Hearing the sound of drums, fanatical believers throughout the city began to shout.
It is as if the new Kingdom of God will come to the world in the next second.
Even the people in the city, those who believed in the boxing god, could not help but look pale and frightened.
First, news came from the south that the Steam Army was in rebellion and the Iron Fist Army was unsuccessful in suppressing it.
Then, the sky became cracked again, and it became clearer and clearer even in broad daylight.
Then, in the process of encircling and suppressing the mad believers, the elite soldiers of Chijin Town were completely wiped out.
Now, even Qianyuan City was shaken, and the fanatical believers were able to catch the Iron Fist Army by surprise.
Not only did they occupy several strategic locations, they even slaughtered a large number of Iron Fist Army masters.
Until this moment, even such a terrifying mechanical beast has been brought out.
The whistle of the whistle and the roar of the steam are all extremely arrogant challenges to the Boxing God.
Could it be that the Boxing God has turned a deaf ear to this?
The helpless people, their faith gradually collapsed, no longer knowing what to believe, they all huddled in the strongest corner of the house, holding their heads, shivering.
Even Gus and Gray didn't expect it would go so smoothly.
At first glance, the rule of the Fist Temple looks like a shabby house with air leakage from all sides.
With just a slight poke or even a sneeze, the shabby house will collapse on its own.
They couldn't help but yearn that maybe without going to the south, the Machinery and Steam Cult could occupy Qianyuan City and turn this place into "the weakest place under the rule of the Boxing God" to satisfy the needs of the mysterious demon Lu Qingchen.
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But Lu Qingchen remained silent.
It was dormant in the steam ball, lying quietly behind Gus, as if it was disdainful of what the Machinery and Steam Cult were doing in Qianyuan City, and simply fell asleep.
Luo Xinglong reached the highest peak of his life.
The fanatical shouts of the believers around him, the strong vibrations and scorching steam from the steam cannon all gave him the illusion that he had merged with the steam cannon and turned into an invincible steel giant.
The giant metal wheel slowly rolled over the bodies of the Iron Fist Army like a millstone.
The former mighty rulers turned into meat paste and mud.
The scarlet bloodstains were like thousands of sharp arrows, pointing to the same target - the Fist Temple in Qianyuan City. .
"Come on!
Come on!
The Temple of Fist is right in front!"
Luo Xinglong waved a battle flag composed of gears and steam, roared crazily, and pressed the whistle desperately.
When he was still seven or eight hundred meters away from the Fist Temple, he couldn't wait to fire a cannon. boom!
The roar of the steam cannon was a hundred times louder than ordinary steam bombs.
Even though the fanatic believers around him were well prepared and stuffed their ears with cotton and cloth strips, they were still shocked to the point of seeing stars in their eyes, their scalps were numb, and their ears seemed to be wet.
Something flowed out - I don't know if it was blood or brain!
The steam cannon has a range of seven to eight hundred meters.
But at such an extreme distance, it is naturally impossible to say that it is accurate at all.
A huge solid projectile drew a fierce arc in mid-air.
The distance was just right, but it deviated from the direction and flew past the main building of the Fist Temple.
It destroyed several bungalows nearby and even jumped a few.
Jumped and smashed several carriages into pieces.
Seeing the powerful power of the steam cannon, the fanatical believers naturally let out strange cries and howls.
They were convinced that one more shot would definitely hit the target.
Luo Xinglong didn't care either.
On top of the steam cannon, there is an extremely precious sight that was secretly transported by the steam army from the south.
As long as the shooting elements are accurately calculated, the target can be hit with perfect accuracy.
The first shot was just a test shot to adjust the trajectory.
As the distance got closer and closer, gradually dragging from 700 to 800 meters to 300 to 400 meters, Luo Xinglong was convinced that the second shot would definitely hit.
In front of the Boxing Temple, there is also a statue of the Boxing God.
Although the scale is not as huge as the towering statue standing outside the city, in the city, everyone can see it when they look up, and it is quite eye-catching.
As long as this statue is blown to pieces with one cannon, it should be able to completely destroy the fighting spirit of the Iron Fist Army, and also reverse the belief of the people, making them surrender to the embrace of the true God, and come out to support the Steam Army, right?
Luo Xinglong thought happily.
He urged the gunners behind him to quickly load the ammunition, light the fire, increase the pressure, and blast all the angry steam into the high-pressure air chamber behind the barrel.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the statue in front of the Temple of Fists through the sight, which seemed to be very close at hand.
Then, he saw a person rising slowly behind the statue!