Dozens of self-propelled steam cannons, like dozens of death harvesters harvesting lives and souls, plowed dozens of scarlet ravines with flesh and blood on the battlefield.
These ravines were filled with flesh and viscera.
It was also like dozens of arrows shot forward fiercely towards the core of the Iron Fist Army's battle formation.
However, in Gus' view, the overwhelming and overwhelming steel arrows, even if they could continuously penetrate dozens of Iron Fist Army defense lines, were inexplicably slow or even stagnant near the core.
It didn't take long before an absolutely unstoppable force was ejected from the inside.
The normal flames and smoke collapsed like a clumsy toy.
Immediately afterwards, from the remains of these steam cannons that have turned into scrap metal, a person will often fly out with golden light all over his body, transforming into various forms of fighting spirit and war flames, majestic and peerless, like the arrival of heavenly soldiers.
Strong.
It seemed that these strong men had gotten into the inside of the steam cannon at some point and easily blew up the indestructible steel fortress from the inside.
And the source of these peerless powerful men...
Gus squinted his eyes and saw a majestic and glorious tower standing at the core of the Iron Fist Army's battle formation.
It was like a square pyramid, a combination of an altar and a palace.
On the top of the pyramid stood a lifelike statue of the Boxing God, with eyes wide open and thunder roaring.
At the foot of the statue is a square platform, with hundreds of high-ranking priests from the Fist Temple, all sitting cross-legged and praying devoutly.
Their faces were expressionless, their eyes were calm, and there was no trace of any disturbance.
It was as if they had not seen the storm of bows, arrows and cannonballs around them, and they also seemed to firmly believe that under the power of the boxing god, any enemy was just a clown. , cannot stir up real trouble.
Accompanied by the chants of hundreds of high-level priests, waves visible to the naked eye were indeed stirred up around the pyramid, surging back and forth like light golden waves.
Not only did the morale of all the Iron Fist troops around it increase, they even gathered into A pale golden light beam shot straight into the sky.
It was as if hundreds of high-level priests were using their lives and most devout beliefs to call to the supreme gods in their hearts, praying for the power of the gods.
This is a world where gods really exist.
The prayers of the high-ranking priests were quickly answered.
In the dark sky with no lightning or stars visible, as the pale golden light pillar continued to shine, a pale golden vortex was slowly forming.
Soon, clusters of light that were more dazzling than the stars followed the light pillar.
It was transmitted down and entered one by one into the body of the extremely pious high-level priest.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The high-level priests who had expressionless expressions just now, as if they were machines, let out extremely cheerful roars, and their bodies soared at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.
Their skin showed the luster of various metals, and even mysterious and complicated runes appeared. .
When Huoran stood up, their momentum was ten times greater than before.
They no longer looked like normal humans, but like moving towers or hills.
When facing the steam cannons tens of meters high, they relied on their hands blessed by the gods.
If you punch, you can fight head-on.
"These...bastards have really gained the power of the Boxing God!"
Andre, who was observing the battle next to Gus, turned pale.
As a die-hard believer in the Cult of Mechanism and Steam, Andre has always despised many of the beliefs and legends of the Temple of Fist.
Legend has it that as a high-ranking priest of the Temple of Boxing, as long as your faith is firm enough, your body is strong enough, and the situation is critical enough - at this time, you pray with all your strength and are willing to pay the price of your life, it is possible to guide the god of boxing.
Part of the power pours into his body, turning himself into a container of the "power of the boxing god" and a "projection" of the boxing god walking and fighting in the world.
Of course, a mortal body cannot carry the power of the Boxing God for too long.
After a fierce battle, even if he does not die, his meridians will be severed and he will become a cripple.
But for the priests of the Temple of Boxing, who regard serving the God of Boxing as the only meaning of life, even if they can only allow the power of the God of Boxing to stay in their bodies for a second, it is a supreme honor.
They won't care about any side effects.
Even if the result is that their flesh and blood are scattered and ashes are wiped out, they are happy with it.
Now, hundreds of high-level priests of the Fist Temple are praying to the gods wholeheartedly, asking the gods to grant them invincible power.
Andre originally never believed in the existence of the boxing god.
Well, even if the God of Boxing really exists, in front of the god of machinery and steam, who is like the rising sun, he will be at the end of his power and the sun will fade away.
Such a belief was riddled with holes in the face of cruel reality and was on the verge of collapse.
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Dozens of high-level priests, blessed by the power of the Boxing God and transformed into "Fighting God clones", rushed down from the altar.
Every boxing god clone is a humanoid war machine that is no less powerful than a steam cannon.
With their bare hands and unparalleled fighting spirit, they can forcefully stop the whizzing steam projectiles.
Opening its bloody mouth and roaring like thunder, the burning kerosene can be turned back, and instead it will burn the steam army until it roars wildly.
Gus was even stunned to see a clone of a boxing god rushing in front of a steam cannon that was dozens of meters high.
He shouted loudly, stuck his arms on the tracks under the steam cannon, and then suddenly exploded.
With great force, fighting spirit surged like waves, forcibly overturning the self-propelled steam cannon backwards.
The steam cannon, several stories high, rolled like rocks falling off a cliff.
Countless steam troops were unable to dodge and were crushed into pulp and bloody foam.
Such a horrifying scene would have a tenfold greater impact on the morale of the steam army than blowing up the steam cannon with one punch.
Of course, the high-level priests must pay a price for their unbridled display of superhuman power.
After many high-level priests launched their thunderous special moves and killed hundreds of steam troops in one breath, they often burned themselves or turned into a cloud of blood mist.
This is the result of power exceeding its limit and data collapsing.
But on the altar of the God of Boxing, there are still many high-level priests who pray devoutly, but the steam army has fewer and fewer cannons that can make the final decision.
The morale of both sides is ebbing and flowing, and the balance of victory is gradually tilting towards the Iron Fist Army - more and more Iron Fist Army are being inspired by the true god, as if they are not afraid of pain, and are being infused like high-level priests.
On the Steam Army side, the hastily gathered mob, after witnessing the supreme power of the Boxing God, all gave up their ridiculous beliefs, screamed and fled in all directions.