Amid the fist god's roar, everyone's expressions seemed to be as frozen as the steam projectiles and time.
They could clearly see the ring-shaped ripples like ocean waves spreading out from the roar, hitting the steam projectiles in circles.
Each sound wave bombardment caused the steam projectiles to deviate slightly.
When the last sound wave blasted out, the steam projectile had completely lost its precise trajectory and turned into a drunken headless fly.
Time starts flowing again.
The steam projectile passed by High Priest Luo Tian, flew up into the air crookedly, drew a weak arc, crossed the Fist Temple, and landed somewhere unknown.
"ah……" Many fanatical believers in the Mechanism and Steam Cult sighed in disappointment and even despair.
"ah!"
The Iron Fist Army and the Boxing God believers were overjoyed and their fighting spirit was soaring.
High Priest Luo Tian remained expressionless, floating in mid-air, looking coldly at Luo Xinglong on top of the steam cannon.
His cold eyes seemed to be looking at a corpse, not caring about his final struggle.
"This, this..."
Luo Xinglong was frustrated, ashamed, and angry.
He was like a wounded bull, his eyes filled with burning bloodshot eyes.
He pulled the joystick and fiercely added pressure to the pressure chamber of the steam cannon.
In order to fill it with high-pressure steam as quickly as possible for the second launch, he squeezed every mechanical component of this steel behemoth to the limit.
The pointer on the dashboard was waving wildly like a madman's arm.
Gears, hinges, pipes, steam balls, every mechanical part made a "squeaking" sound, trembling desperately, and leaking due to loose seals.
The steam coming out stirred up hysterical screams.
The skin all over Luo Xinglong's body was burned by the hot steam, causing a series of shocking blisters.
Even the bystanders couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
But he seemed to feel no pain.
He gritted his teeth and loaded the second shell, locked the air valve, increased the pressure, took aim, and pulled down the pull rope for the second time.
"boom!"
Just as Gus and Gray got up, they were knocked over by the steam again.
The second projectile was swirled and pushed by high-pressure steam, burst out of the barrel, and flew towards High Priest Luo Tian.
Unfortunately, Luo Xinglong acted too hastily.
The steam projectile did not exert enough pressure.
Not only was the speed too slow, but the trajectory was also crooked.
When it flew in front of High Priest Luo Tian, it began to falter.
High Priest Luo Tian threw his second punch calmly.
This punch was aimed directly at the steam projectile.
The fist edge formed a vortex again, and the vortex completely swallowed the steam projectile.
It used hundreds of rotations to dissipate the impact of the steam projectile.
Instead, it controlled the steam projectile and pushed the steam projectile back towards the direction of the steam cannon!
Everyone's eyes widened.
I thought the steam projectiles would smash the steam cannon to pieces.
Even Luo Xinglong couldn't help but shrink his neck.
The steam projectile grazed his scalp and almost flew half a meter above the steam cannon.
But it was like a hungry iron beast, smashing a bloody passage among the fanatic believers behind the steam cannon.
Any fanatic believer whose skin was scratched by a steam pellet would suffer broken muscles and fractures, and would either die or be injured.
Even Gus and Gray had their faces splashed with the hot blood of the fanatical believers, and couldn't help but secretly smack their lips at the extreme strength of High Priest Luo Tian.
No wonder uncle Lei Lie would have such high regard for High Priest Luo Tian.
His arms are simply the barrels of two giant cannons!
"I wonder if the weapons I got from 'Hell' can deal with High Priest Luo Tian?"
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Gus's heart moved and he couldn't help but think about it.
He still regards "Star Federation, Real Human Empire and Covenant Alliance" as hell.
Based on the analysis of the scenes he saw while practicing in hell, he felt that there should be no problem.
The equipment given to him by the demon Lu Qingchen, even if it could not kill High Priest Luo Tian, could at least burn him to ashes, blow him up, and destroy the prestige of the Fist Temple.
But I don't know why Lu Qingchen has remained silent until now and is unwilling to use the "hell weapon" again.
It's really strange.
Doesn't Lu Qingchen want the world to be in chaos?
Isn't now the best opportunity?
As long as he, the "Holy Son", can defeat High Priest Luo Tian, the faith of the Iron Fist Army and thousands of Fist God followers will collapse.
The Mechanical and Steam God Cult will definitely have a fierce fighting spirit.
Everyone will charge without fear of death.
Maybe they really have a chance to take Qianyuan City!
Gus's suspicion was interrupted by Luo Xinglong's desperate roar.
He pushed all the control levers on the steam cannon to the bottom, and the steam that surged out like a volcanic eruption burned him as red as a lobster.
When he stuffed the third projectile into the barrel of the cannon, he didn't care at all.
The barrel was so hot that he thrust his entire arm into it, letting his skin and flesh come into contact with the barrel, making a harsh sound like "sizzling" barbecue.
At this moment, Luo Xinglong's face became extremely ferocious, like the incarnation of the mechanical demon and the steam demon.
The steam cannon shook violently, and the steam ball and high-pressure chamber were like mature demon eggs.
The demons conceived inside were about to break out of the cage.
After absorbing the lesson of the second steam cannon shell being weak, this time Luo Xinglong blasted into a pressure that was twice the limit.
High Priest Luo Tian still had his hands behind his back, his feet in the air, and looked expressionlessly, with no intention of interrupting Luo Xinglong.
The greatest contempt is ignorance.
He used this calm and indifferent attitude to show all the believers on both sides and the people in the city the weakness of the false god and the power of the true god.
"Long live the God of Steam!"
Finally, Luo Xinglong pressurized the steam cannon to the point where it was about to jump.
His face and voice were completely distorted, and he roared extremely crazily, "Go to hell, Boxing God!"
"Run!"
Lu Qingchen's voice suddenly sounded in Gus' mind.
Before he could react, a tingling electric current came from deep in his nerves.
His limbs danced wildly involuntarily.
At an incredible speed, he grabbed his sister and squeezed behind the fanatical believers.
Every muscle in his body squirmed with great rhythm, making him like a loach, leading his sister behind dozens of fanatic believers while breathing.
At this time, Luo Xinglong pulled down the rope on the steam cannon for the third time. boom!
This earth-shattering thunder was ten times more powerful than the two loud noises just now.
Unfortunately, the place where the sound came from was not the gun barrel, but a little behind the gun barrel, inside the steam ball and high-pressure chamber.
The steam cannon exploded!
When High Priest Luo Tian punched out his first two punches, the invisible fist had already followed the trajectory of the cannonball and quietly entered the barrel of the steam cannon, affecting the precise precision of the complex pipes and mechanical structures behind the barrel.
Three consecutive firings, the interval was too short, and the extreme high temperature also caused slight deformation of many mechanical parts.
In addition, Luo Xinglong poured in twice the extreme high pressure in one breath like a madman.
How is it possible not to be punished by the "Steam Demon"?