The dazed and mysterious expression on the young man's face added a bit of inhuman temperament to him.
He seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force, or in other words, gods and demons from higher dimensions came to his weak body.
This kind of temperament made those fervent believers who wanted to step forward to question him feel inexplicable palpitations and fear, and couldn't help but want to kneel down in front of the young man and worship his toes.
Not to mention, the triple heavy Vulcan cannon carried by the boy.
The length of this super weapon from a higher dimension has far exceeded the limit that the backpack can carry.
It's as if the boy's backpack is connected to an alien space, from which the deadliest weapons in hell can be extracted infinitely.
And on the surface of this peerless weapon, there is not even a single gear, not a single seam, and not even a wisp of hissing steam.
At first glance, it does not look like the creation of the mechanical demon and steam demon that fanatics are familiar with.
But in the silver light, there is a devastating destructive power that is superior to machinery and steam.
Opposite them, on the tower across the river, hundreds of archers had already tightened their bowstrings and mounted their arrows.
Half of the arrows were still wrapped in grease-stained cloth strips, which were ignited by torches and turned into blazing rockets.
Under the light of the fire were the officers of the Iron Fist Army, with pious, cold and cruel faces.
Behind them, another high priest of the Fist Temple raised his fist high, and was about to drop it heavily.
Thousands of arrows were fired to kill all the evil spirits who tried to blaspheme the power of the true god.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
Even the surging ripples in the river were squeezed by the murderous aura on both sides, which was tense to the limit, and solidified into stiff ripples.
All the Iron Fist soldiers had cold smiles on their lips.
The pupils of all the fanatical believers shrank to the limit.
The God of Boxing and the God of Steam seemed to be looking through the dark clouds in the sky, staring coldly at the fierce battle in the world, like two chess players, frowning, condescendingly looking at a few vital chess pieces, making silent noises collision.
The high priest of the Fist Temple finally waved his fist.
However, before his arm could even fall, the boy with the devil inside him had already pulled the trigger first.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The dazzling fireworks that did not belong to this world bloomed again like the evil smile, burning everyone's retinas and tearing their eardrums to pieces.
In an instant, regardless of the Iron Fist Army or the Steam Army, everything within the field of vision changed from orange to red, then from red to pale, and then from pale to what seemed like eternal darkness.
They all became blind.
They could only hear the roar of spring thunder in their ears, feel the vibration of thousands of horses galloping, and then the screams of the eighteenth level of hell.
Something was blown up into the air, then disintegrated in the air, and fell into the river like burning flowers.
The water in the river was boiled, making a "chichi" sound, and wisps of blood mixed with a strong smell of blood emerged.
The white smoke irritated their nasal mucous membranes, causing them to sneeze loudly.
After sneezing, the seemingly eternal darkness was finally once again outlined with blurry lines by the pale blood and violent flames.
The bloody lines form an incredible scene.
The fanatic believers of the Steam Army were surprised to find that the walled city across the river had disappeared.
The entire city was blown into the air by Gus and turned into burning fragments.
The broken limbs of the Iron Fist Army and the high priest fell down with a "crackling" sound, burning the entire river red.
The Iron Fist Army, which was arrogant just now, has all turned into cooked rotten meat.
Even if someone has trained their flesh and blood body to the level of steel, facing the bombardment of the Vulcan Cannon, they can only slightly delay their inevitable death.
For a few minutes, he would endure more inhuman torture.
Even the high priest of the Fist Temple had half of his body blown away and was sinking and floating in the turbulent water.
Except for his blood-stained one eye, which was wide open and shining with horror at the steam army fleet, he could not see anything.
Can't do it.
The iron chains blocking the river were also bombarded by Vulcan cannons, breaking into pieces and even melting into scrap metal.
The iron fist troops and archers who were ambushing on both sides of the river were all stunned, like clay idols, unable to recover for a long time.
The bodies and even souls of all the survivors were gripped by the terrifying power emanating from the young man.
They all felt extremely suffocated, as if the air had been burned completely by the steaming flames just now.
Only the river was still flowing, driving the fleet to smash through the wreckage of the city wall, crushing the battered injured, breaking through the trap carefully designed by the high priest of the Fist Temple, and rushing downstream unstoppably.
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The archers on both sides of the river were immersed in the shock of the world-destroying power released by Gus.
Their faith collapsed inch by inch.
They couldn't recover for a long time, but they forgot to shoot their bows and arrows towards the center of the river.
Of course, even if they do their duty faithfully, the fleet is still in the middle of the river, hundreds of meters away from both banks.
With their trembling hands, the arrows will not have much power and accuracy, and they will not be able to intercept this demonic vessel. sheltered fleet.
One could only watch helplessly as the fleet, filled with remnants of defeated soldiers and about to be wiped out in one fell swoop, flew away like an arrow and disappeared into the vast darkness.
It wasn't until the last light of the fleet was swallowed up by darkness that archers on both sides of the river could no longer hold on, and finally fell to the ground, opened their mouths, and screamed silently. … When Gus woke up, he found that Qianyuan City and the burning walled city on the river were far behind them.
The fleet has sailed hundreds of miles.
In this era of backward communication, Qianyuan City has almost no way to convey the news of the evil cultists' breakout to them so quickly.
So, it's safe for now.
Gus breathed a sigh of relief and looked around again.
He found that almost all the fanatics were looking at him with awe and admiration.
The fanatic believer who just wanted to come up to question him, but was kicked away by him, knelt on the ground, eager to step forward and kiss his toes.
Even his sister Gray looked like she didn't know her brother, and stared blankly at him - and the triple heavy Vulcan cannon in his hand.
Gus moved the Vulcan.
All the fanatical believers immediately shouted "Ahhh", many of them blushed, and many more shed excited sweat and tears, as if the god of steam and machinery had come before them.
Gus stuffed the Vulcan Cannon back into the backpack - more precisely, he asked Lu Qingchen, the demon dormant in the steam ball in the backpack, to take back this weapon from a higher dimension.
The fanatic believers all sighed in disappointment, but they did not dare to disobey the "Holy Son"'s will.
Seeing such a large Vulcan cannon disappear into a small backpack, they looked at Gus with even more reverence and respect. fear.