In the Fist God's roar, everyone's expression seemed to be as frozen as the steam bullet and time.
They could clearly see ring-shaped ripples spreading out from the angry roar and bombarding the steam pellet one after another.
Every sound wave would cause the steam bullets to deviate slightly from their course.
When the last soundwave was launched, the steam bullet had completely lost its precise trajectory, turning into a headless, drunken fly.
Time began to flow again.
The steam bullet brushed past the Great Priest of Luo Tian and flew up into the air. It flew past the Fist Godly Palace in a feeble arc and landed somewhere unknown.
"Ahhh …"
The zealots of machinery and steam all sighed in disappointment and desperation.
"Ahhh!"
The Iron Fist Army and the believers of the Fist God, on the other hand, were overjoyed.
The Grand Priest of Luotian was still emotionless. He floated in midair and stared at Luo Xinglong on the steam cannon coldly.
His cold eyes seemed to be looking at a dead body. He did not care about Li Yao's final struggle at all.
"This … This …"
Luo Xinglong was frustrated, ashamed, and infuriated.
He was like a wounded bull. His eyes were filled with burning blood. He pulled the lever and pressed the pressure into the pressure chamber of the steam cannon.
In order to fill the chamber with high-pressure steam for the second shot as soon as possible, he squeezed every mechanical part of the iron beast to the maximum.
The needle on the dashboard was waving crazily like the arms of a lunatic. Gears, hinges, tubes, steam balls, and every other mechanical part were squeaking and shivering hard. The steam that leaked out because of the loose seal even raised hysterical screams.
Luo Xinglong's skin was scalded by the scorching steam. A series of shocking blisters appeared on his skin. Even the bystanders could not help but feel sorry for him.
But he did not seem to feel any pain. Gritting his teeth, he loaded the second cannonball, locked the valve, pressurized, aimed, and pulled down the rope for the second time.
BOOM!
Gus and Grey had just climbed to their feet when they were knocked over by the steam again.
The second bullet, surrounded and pushed by high-pressure steam, broke out of the barrel and flew toward the High Priest of Luo Tian.
It was a pity that Luo Xinglong was too hasty. The steam bullet did not exert enough pressure. Not only was its speed slow, but its trajectory was crooked. When it reached the High Priest of Luo Tian, it began to wobble.
The High Priest of Allheaven calmly threw out a second punch.
This punch was aimed directly at the steam bullet.
The tip of the fist once again formed a vortex, and the vortex actually completely swallowed the steam pellet. Using hundreds of revolutions to dissipate the impact of the steam pellet, it instead controlled the steam pellet and pushed it back in the direction of the steam cannon!
Everyone's eyes widened.
He thought that the steam ball would smash the steam cannon into pieces.
Even Luo Xinglong couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Only then did the steam bullet graze his scalp, barely flying half a meter above the steam cannon.
But it was like a hungry iron beast that smashed a bloody path through the fanatics behind the steam cannon.
Any fanatic who was grazed by the steam bullets would have their bones broken, either dead or severely injured.
Even Gus and Grey had their faces splashed with the hot blood of the fanatics. They couldn't help but secretly click their tongues in amazement at the toughness of the High Priest of Luo Tian.
No wonder Uncle Lei Lie admired the High Priest of Luo Tian so much.
His arms were essentially the barrels of two enormous cannons!
I wonder, are the weapons I got from 'hell' enough to deal with the High Priest of Luo Tian?
Gus thought of something and couldn't help but wonder.
He still regarded the Xing Yao Federation, the Imperium of True Human Beings, and the Alliance of the Holy Covenant as hell.
Judging from the scenes he saw when he was training in hell, he felt that it should not be a problem.
With the equipment that Devil Lu Qingchen gave him, even if they could not kill the High Priest of Luo Tian, they could at least burn the guy's face and blow him up. The Fist God's Temple would be greatly disgraced.
But he didn't know why Lu Qingchen was still silent and unwilling to use the 'hellish weapons' again.
It was rather odd. Didn't Lu Qingchen want the world to be in chaos? Wasn't this the best opportunity?
As long as he, the 'saint', could defeat the High Priest of Luo Tian, the faith of the Iron Fist Army and the thousands of believers of the Fist God would collapse.
On the other hand, the Church of Steam and the Church of Machinery would certainly be more determined to fight. Everybody would charge fearlessly. Chances were that they would really have a chance to take down Qianyuan City!
Gus' suspicions were interrupted by Luo Xinglong's desperate roars.
The several levers on the steam cannon were pushed to the ground. The steam that surged out like a volcanic eruption made him as red as a lobster. When he stuffed the third bullet into the barrel of the cannon, he did not care about the heat of the barrel at all. Instead, he stabbed his entire arm into the barrel, allowing his skin and flesh to come in contact with the barrel. The ear-piercing sizzling sound that sounded like barbecued meat could be heard.
At this moment, Luo Xinglong's face turned extremely hideous, as if he were the incarnation of a mechanical demon and a steam devil.
The steam cannon trembled violently. The steam ball and the high-pressure chamber were like mature eggs of devils, and the devils inside were about to break out of the cage.
Having learned his lesson from the second steam cannonball, this time, Luo Xinglong put in twice the pressure of the limit.
The High Priest of Luo Tian was still standing in the air with his hands behind his back. He watched expressionlessly and had no intention of interrupting Luo Xinglong at all.
The greatest contempt was disregard. With such a casual attitude, he demonstrated the weakness of false gods and the strength of true gods to all the believers on both sides and the people in the city.
"Long live the God of Steam!"
Finally, Luo Xinglong pressurized the steam cannon to the point that it was about to jump up.
His face and voice were completely distorted as he roared crazily, "Go to hell, Fist God!"
"Run!"
Lu Qingchen's voice suddenly sounded in Gus's mind.
Before he could react, a numbing electric current came from the depths of his nerves. His limbs waved involuntarily, and he dragged his sister to the back of the fanatics at an incredible speed.
Every muscle on his body was wriggling rhythmically, making him look like a loach. In a breath, he took his sister to the back of dozens of fanatics.
At this moment, Luo Xinglong pulled the rope for the third time on the steam cannon.
Boom!
This time, the thunderous roar was ten times more powerful than the previous two thunderous booms.
Unfortunately, the place where the noise came from was not the barrel of the cannon, but the steam ball and the high-pressure chamber behind the barrel.
The barrel of the steam cannon had exploded!
When the High Priest of Luo Tian threw the first two punches, the invisible fists had already sneaked into the barrel of the steam cannon along the trajectory of the cannonball, affecting the precision of the complicated tubes and mechanical structures behind the barrel.
The interval between the three consecutive shots was too short, and the extreme heat had slightly deformed many of the mechanical components.
In addition, Luo Xinglong poured in twice the pressure of the limit like a madman.
How could he not be punished by the 'Devil of Steam'?
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