Luo Xinglong also tied a piece of black cloth on his forehead and handed the other two pieces of black cloth to Gus and Grey.
All the believers stared at the siblings with glittering eyes.
The siblings looked at each other and tied the black cloths to their foreheads.
The underground space was filled with jubilation.
"Giant cannon! Giant cannon! Giant cannon! "
Someone shouted.
Accompanied by a thunderous drum beat, a giant steam cannon made of countless steam balls, pipes, gears, and chains was pushed out of the secret warehouse by nearly a hundred muscular men who had bulging muscles.
Luo Xinglong dragged the siblings and stepped on the gears to board the steam cannon.
"Do it!"
He shouted majestically.
…
It was destined to be a sleepless night.
It was the most important and tragic day in Qianyuan City in the past ten thousand years.
Since the morning, a large team of Iron Fist Soldiers, who were loyal to Fist God Palace, had been rampaging through the streets and alleys aggressively.
With their fists that were made of copper and iron, they broke the doors of one house after another. Immediately, the place was in chaos, and people were crying.
Very soon, the civilians who had been beaten black and blue and suspected to be evil believers were dragged away as if they were dragging dead dogs, leaving shocking bloodstains on the rough stone slabs.
The city-wide manhunt had caused quite a stir. In the afternoon, everyone on the streets and alleys were talking about it. Almost all the civilians knew that machines and steam were wreaking havoc. Then, they associated it with the lightning that appeared in the sky and the birth of the legendary 'Saint' and 'Saintess'. For a moment, there were different opinions, and people were panicking. An ominous atmosphere was spreading above the city like a haze.
Many gloomy-faced fellows who had mingled among the onlookers also gathered together and whispered to each other through eye contact, discussing something.
Those people spread out like a virus and gathered together quietly. They were like trickles of water that converged into an ocean that was about to raise a surging tide.
By the time Fist God Palace realized that something was wrong and tried to issue a ban so that all the residents in the city could stay at home, it was already too late.
When it was close to dusk, suddenly —
"Wu!"
"Wu! Wu! Wu!"
Suddenly, a sharp whistle came from the tall chimneys in more than a dozen places in the city!
The whistle that was driven by steam let out a shriek that pierced through the clouds. It was a demonic sound that had never appeared in the World of Fist Gods before.
This voice instantly spread throughout the entire city, causing everyone's hair to stand on end. However, they couldn't help but feel their blood boil. It was as if they could see the old world crumbling and the dawn of a new world descending.
The whistle was an order.
For a moment, the suicide squad members of the Machinery and Steam Sect, who had secretly gathered at the granary south of Qianyuan City, leaped out under the leadership of the bald giant "Tyrone" and charged madly toward the granary.
Those guarding the granary were naturally the elite soldiers of the Iron Fist Army.
However, due to their faith, it was impossible for them to use bows, crossbows, catapults, and other long-range weapons. They could only watch as the red-eyed zealots formed a black tide and crushed them.
Hiu! Hiu! Hiu!
The ones who made the first move were actually the zealots. They did not care about fighting in close quarters with the Iron Fist Army. Each of them held a double-barreled crossbow. In the process of charging, each of them fired at least ten to twenty crossbow bolts. The arrowheads were also smeared with purple phosphorus that would ignite in the wind. The shaft of the arrow was also soaked in tung oil, which made it extremely easy to burn.
As a result, the arrows that filled the sky were set ablaze in midair and smashed down like a meteor shower.
Although the soldiers of the Iron Fist Army guarding the granary were all made of iron and had protective auras, they were still caught in a mess by the fire arrows.
It was needless to say that many arrows fell into the granary behind them, which gradually caused a fire that could not be stopped.
The zealots, on the other hand, had no time to restring their crossbows after a round of arrows. They simply threw away the arrows and picked up the fire oil pump that was made of thick bamboo behind them.
These pumps were filled with fire oil, which was pressurized through delicate machinery. With a light press of a wrench, the fire oil would spray out three to five hundred feet.
Several dozen zealots swept the pump at the same time, causing a torrential downpour of black fire oil to stick to the bodies of the Iron Fist Army and the granary gate and walls behind them. It was impossible to get rid of or wash off the oil. The small flames instantly grew into fierce fire dragons that lunged at the Iron Fist Army.
The pitiful Iron Fist Army, who had trained their bodies of iron for ten-some years, were no different from ordinary civilians in front of the power of adding oil to the fire.
Many soldiers of the Iron Fist Army screamed as they unconsciously ran and rolled around. Unfortunately, the ground was covered in fire oil, so their struggles only made the fire more and more intense. The scope of the fire continued to expand until they were burned into carbon balls.
There were also some experts in the Iron Fist Army who immediately realized the danger and used lightning-fast body movements to leap high and dodge the arrows and fire oil.
But such experts were the minority after all. Because the Fist God's Temple forbade the products related to machinery and steam, most of the Iron Fist Army had never even seen a crossbow before, let alone know what a kerosene pump was. When they saw the bamboo tubes on the backs of the zealots, who would have thought that they were such vicious weapons?
The experts who dodged the arrows and fire oil still had to face another inhumane and peerless weapon, which was the high-pressure steam gun.
A steam ball was used to store the steam that had been compressed to the extreme, and then it was connected to a sealed steel tube. The steel tube was filled with metal bullets, and the space was filled with soft objects such as feathers.
When such a high-pressure steam gun was aimed at the enemy and the trigger was pulled, the high-pressure steam would be released instantly, and the metal bullets would spurt out like magma. It was like a shotgun in another world, with a large attack range.
The daring team led by Tai Long had come prepared.
They had been carefully planning how to take down the granary for a year and a half in advance.
They also had a very detailed understanding of the experts of the Iron Fist Army who were guarding this place.
More than a dozen steam guns shot at different angles, almost blocking all the escape routes of the experts of the Iron Fist Army.
Suddenly, several experts were shot full of holes. No matter what kind of protective aura they had, it was blown to pieces by the power of steam.
Even if the reinforced iron bones could save their lives, hundreds of metal bullets were still embedded in their flesh and even their bones, making them scream in pain. They basically lost their ability to fight.
Tai Long took advantage of the situation and led a large number of daring team members to rush into the burning granary, making the fire even more furious.
When more Iron Fist Army came from all directions as reinforcements, the granary had already been burned out of control. The rising smoke was like hundreds of black dragons hovering in the sky above Qianyuan City. All the people in the city and the priests in the Fist God Palace were greatly frightened.
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