Gus opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
The young man has also reached an age of ignorance and ardor, So, he knows what it's like to fall in love with a girl, and he also knows, uh, what the devil means by "picking up girls."
I just didn't expect that the aloof gods and demons could be so... approachable and down-to-earth, and they still need to pick up girls?
The young man suddenly felt that the so-called gods and demons were no different from mortals.
In other words, mortals can also become gods and demons.
Does the so-called "ascension" really exist?
That night, facing the dark road ahead, Gus thought for a long time.
He didn't rashly agree to the devil's request, but he didn't flatly refuse it either.
He decided to see more scenery along the way before making a decision.
In the next half month, this fleet, filled with mechanical demons and steam demon believers, continued to sail down the river towards the "Land of Hope" in the south.
Along the way they encountered several more interceptions by the Iron Fist Army.
But after all, the message transmission from the Fist Temple was too slow, not many troops were sent, and the level of the powerful ones was not as high as that of Qianyuan City's "High Priest Luo Tian".
The residents on both sides of the river who live on water, even if they are not believers in the "Cult of Mechanics and Steam", are often sympathizers and secret supporters.
Guts also has arrow blasters and Vulcan cannons provided by demons to help out.
Therefore, there is no level that can successfully intercept them.
Countless Iron Fist troops were turned into scarlet powder by Guts's firepower.
As a result, Gus' status in the hearts of the defeated soldiers is getting higher day by day.
The name of "Holy Son" has long been worthy of the name and is deeply imprinted in the hearts of all believers.
They were originally bereaved dogs who fled in a hurry, but inspired by the "Advent of the Holy Son", their morale increased to an extremely high level, as if they were not escaping to the south, but marching to the south to participate in the decisive battle between the Iron Fist Army and the Steam Army.
Indeed, the further south the fleet sails and the scenery on both sides of the river is seen, the weaker the control of the Fist Temple becomes.
This can be seen from the facilities in the docks and towns on both sides of the river.
In the beginning, when we were still in the north, the docks on both sides of the river were often powered by manpower, whether loading and unloading goods or towing ships.
They have seen countless strong men with strong backs and strong waists.
One person can carry hundreds of kilograms of goods and make the wooden boards laid on the dock "squeak".
I have also seen countless trackers with dark skin and muscles as strong as steel, using cables as thick as their arms to tow boats through the rough waves of fast currents.
Even in the most arduous work or in dangerous areas, people rarely use tools, let alone complex machinery.
But as the fleet headed south, gradually, wherever it went, the Iron Fist Army battle flags depicting the Iron Fist became increasingly sparse and dim.
Instead, various types of equipment driven by winches and gears appeared on the dock.
Leverage tools to lighten the load.
Those cleverly designed levers and slings can be driven by thin ordinary people or even women to lift goods directly from the ship and slide them to the warehouse on the shore.
Continuing further south, Gus even saw water-driven mills and factories in some villages along the river.
They were running day and night.
The rumble of the machinery was more turbulent than the river water.
Andre, the commander of the fleet, told Gus that in the south, the flour ground by water-driven mills was white and fine, at least two levels higher than the manual grinding in the north, but the price was three times cheaper. to 30%.
Similarly, many spinning factories in the south use water to drive spinning machines.
The fabrics produced are strong, light, and cheap.
Even with the secret shipping costs to the north, it is more cost-effective than the hand-woven homespun cloth on the market in the north.
Even the northern believers who are the most devout to the boxing god can’t help but feel excited when faced with flour or cloth that is cheaper but of better quality.
Further south, water power has gradually been replaced by the more stable and powerful power of steam, and the various products there are more diverse, high-quality and cheap!
Southern merchants secretly transported these goods to the north and made huge profits.
Northern residents never imagined that there were so many exquisite and exquisite things in the world, and the prices were so cheap.
In this way, all kinds of goods that were originally offered to the Fist Temple ended up in the pockets of southern merchants.
The Temple of the Fist was furious and naturally labeled the southern merchants as heretics, treating the goods they made with the power of machinery and steam as devilish temptations.
The Temple of the Fist cut off trade routes, arrested merchants, and sent the Iron Fist Army deep into the swampy areas of the south, towns that were originally considered unimportant, destroying machinery, burning factories, and trying to suppress everything in the "Cult of Machinery and Steam" Activity.
Destroying people's wealth is like killing parents.
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The so-called battle of faith is ultimately a battle of interests.
The southern businessmen whose factories were destroyed were not willing to just sit back and wait for death, so they spent all their wealth and organized a "steam army" to defend factories and businesses.
Road, and spent a lot of money to support the activities of the "Mechanical and Steam God Cult" in the north, trying to dig into the corners of the temple from the root.
In this way, the "Steam Rebellion" intensified.
Until today, in the south, the Steam Army has been able to compete with the Iron Fist Army, and there is even a faint tendency to catch up from behind.
If Gus had listened to such magnificent changes, his blood would have boiled with excitement, and he would have wanted to join the Steam Army as soon as possible to represent an emerging force full of vitality to destroy the stubborn ones.
Old forces.
But now, I learned from the devil that the seemingly magnificent transition between the old and the new was nothing more than a play that had been anticipated by the "God of Boxing".
These people who fought, struggled, fought to the death, and sacrificed for their own destiny, these people who devoutly believed in them The true God in their minds, the believers who believe that a bright future will surely come, are nothing more than the chess pieces that the "God of Boxing" plays with at will, or even just a series of insignificant data.
The young man was sad and angry at the same time.
He wanted to roar to the sky, but in the end he swore secretly in his heart.
He swore that he would make the damn boxing god—no, the damn boxing champion pay the price.
He will let the boxing champion see them - whether they are chess pieces, ants, or a string of insignificant data that can be tampered with and erased at will!
Finally, half a month after leaving Qianyuan City, the fleet sailed into the southern region.
The dividing line between the north and the south is a dilapidated fortress that is burning.
The fortress originally controlled by the Fist Temple and stationed by the Iron Fist Army was now breached by the Steam Army.
The seemingly solid copper walls and iron walls were riddled with holes blasted by steam cannons.
What was burning on the fortress was the former glorious Iron Fist.
Military flag!