"This is the power of steam!"
"This is the power of the 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 is a lose-lose.
But this at least shows that the "Steam Army" has the power to compete with the "Iron Fist Army".
The fanatics holding steam knives are no longer the fish and meat that were slaughtered in the past. Facing the iron fist of the enemy, they at least have the ability to die together.
Recognizing this, the mechanical and steam cultists became more and more fanatical.
More core believers wielded steam knives, and relied on the three-dimensional mobile device of steam jets, and rushed towards the masters of the Iron Fist army.
For a moment, the entire street was filled with steam, and blood was still gushing out of the steam, flying stumps and broken arms, like a pool of boiling blood.
The number of fanatics and the Iron Fist army are increasing, like two torrents of rage, attacking the same pond.
suddenly-
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Several earth-shattering bangs exploded among the Iron Fist army.
But it was the believers of Mechanics and Steam Cult who used steam bombs.
The steam bomb is an extremely dangerous and extremely insidious weapon.
On the outside of the steam ball that is constantly pressurized and close to the limit, countless fine iron nails and iron pieces are stuck, and the steam ball is thrown towards the enemy.
Once the steam ball explodes, the high-pressure airflow is like a hurricane, blasting out the iron nails and iron sheets, turning them into thousands of sharp blades, shooting the enemy full of holes and crippling them.
A large number of Iron Fist troops rushed to help, and the Iron Fist Army, who hadn't figured out the situation, immediately became a victim of the steam bomb.
They hadn't had their faces cooked by hot, high-pressure steam.
It is shot into honeycomb tofu by iron nails and iron sheets.
There was blood all over the streets, and screams everywhere. It seemed that no matter how strong the steel and iron bones of human beings were, they could not compete with real steel.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The soul-stirring drumbeat sounded.
Luo Xinglong and other core believers of Mechanism and Steam Cult brought the pair of "Holy Son" and "Holy Maiden" Gus and his brother, with solemn expressions, and raised the steam cannon from the secret place underground.
Driven by the complex roller skating mechanism, dozens of strong men sweated profusely and rotated the joystick, outputting strong power, making the steam cannon move towards the Fist Temple like a ferocious steel beast.
Hearing the sound of drums, fanatical believers all over the city shouted.
It seems that a new kingdom of God will come to the world in the next second.
Even the common people in the city - those who believed in the God of Boxing, couldn't help but look ashen and terrified.
First, news came from the south that the Steam Army was in chaos and the Iron Fist Army was suppressing the unfavorable news.
Then, the sky cracked again, and it became clearer even in broad daylight.
Then, in the process of encircling and suppressing the fanatic believers, the elite fighters of Chijin Town were wiped out.
Now, even Qianyuan City was shaken, and the fanatics 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.
Up to this moment, even such a terrifying mechanical monster has been lifted out. The hissing of the siren and the roar of the steam are all extremely arrogant challenges to the God of Fist. Could it be that the God of Fist has turned a deaf ear to this
People with six gods and no masters, their beliefs gradually collapsed, and they no longer knew what to believe. They all curled up in the strongest corner of the room, hugging their heads, trembling.
Even Gus and Gray didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
At first glance, the rule of the Fist Temple is like a broken house with air leaks on all sides. With just a slight poke or even a sneeze, the broken house will collapse by itself.
They couldn't help dreaming that maybe without going to the south, the Mechanical and Steam Cults could occupy Qianyuan City and turn it into "the weakest place under the rule of the Fist God" to meet the needs of the mysterious demon Lu Qingchen.
But Lu Qingchen remained silent.
It hibernates in the steam ball, lying quietly behind Gus, as if dismissing the actions of the Mechanics and the Steam Cult in Qianyuan City, and simply fell asleep.
Luo Xinglong has reached the highest peak in his life.
The fanatical cries of the believers around him, the strong vibrations and scorching steam from the steam cannon all gave him an illusion, as if he had merged with the steam cannon and turned into an invincible steel giant.
The giant metal wheel slowly ran over the corpses of the Iron Fist army like a millstone, and the rulers who used to show off their might in the past turned into meat paste and mud. The scarlet bloodstains were like thousands of sharp arrows, pointing at the same target—the Fist Temple in Qianyuan City.
"Go! Go! The Fist Temple is right in front!"
Luo Xinglong waved the battle flag composed of gears and steam, roared wildly, and desperately pressed the whistle.
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 is more than a hundred times louder than ordinary steam bombs. Even though the fanatics around had been prepared and stuffed their ears with cotton and cloth strips, they were still so shocked that their eyes were staring, their scalp was numb, and their ears seemed to be wet. Something flowed out—I don't know if it was blood or brains!
The range of the steam cannon is seven or eight hundred meters.
But at such a limit distance, it is naturally impossible to talk about the slightest accuracy.
A huge solid projectile drew a ferocious arc in mid-air. The distance was just right, but it deviated from the direction. It flew over the main building of the Fist Temple, knocking down several bungalows next to it, and even jumped a few times. Jump, and smashed several carriages to pieces.
Seeing such a powerful steam cannon, the fanatics naturally let out a strange howl of ghosts and wolves.
They are convinced that another shot will 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, it will be able to hit a hundred shots.
The first shot was just a test shot to adjust the trajectory.
As the distance got closer and closer, gradually dragging from seven or eight hundred meters to three or four hundred meters, Luo Xinglong was convinced that the second shot would definitely hit.
In front of the Fist Temple, there is also a statue of the Fist God.
Although the scale is not as large as the towering towering statue standing outside the city, it is a very eye-catching existence that everyone can see when they look up in the city.
As long as this statue is smashed, it should be able to completely disintegrate the fighting spirit of the Iron Fist Army, and also reverse the beliefs of the people, so that they can go to the embrace of the true god and run out to support the Steam Army, right
Luo Xinglong thought happily.
He urged the gunners behind him to quickly reload, light the fire, pressurize, and blast all the angry steam into the high-pressure gas chamber behind the barrel.
He squinted his eyes, and through the sights, stared at the statue in front of the Fist Temple, which seemed to be close at hand.
Then, he saw, behind the statue, a person rose slowly!