For a moment, the entire street was enshrouded in fire, steam, and the overwhelming pieces of the cannons.
The worshippers of the mechanical demons and the steam devils were first cooked by the scorching steam before their bones were broken and riddled with holes by the whistling pieces. Their internal organs were all boiling.
The few brawny men who were responsible for dragging the steam cannons were the closest to the exploding steam balls and the high-pressure cabins. They were simply blown into smithereens. Not even half an intact bone could be found. It was a ghastly scene.
Gus and Grey had found a place to hide in advance under Lu Qingchen's reminder.
They were still blown away by the scorching airwaves as if somebody had hit them heavily in the back. They vomited blood and rolled on the ground.
Thankfully, there were people around them and on the ground who served as soft cushions. That was why the siblings did not suffer any broken bones.
Picking their humming ears, they heard miserable screams around them that sounded like the cries of ghosts.
It was not just physical pain. It was also because of the thoughts that the God of Steam had abandoned them or that the God of Steam was no match for the Fist God that the zealots were having a mental breakdown. That was why they were screaming hysterically.
Immediately afterward, a scorching rain of blood fell from the sky with a crackling sound.
They were the countless zealots who had been blown into the air and were now falling to the ground.
Gus felt like vomiting.
He felt that he was caught in a nightmare.
He looked around. In the world of rolling steam, the previously intimidating zealots were all crying and crawling on the ground. They knelt before the steam cannons that had been twisted into debris. Some of them even turned around and ran.
It was like a huge wave that seemed to be coming with great momentum, but after it slammed into the breakwater, the breakwater remained unmoved, but the huge wave collapsed and rolled back.
Three cannons. After only three cannons, the "magnificent" uprising was on the verge of collapse under the suppression of the Fist God's godly might.
Pa! Da!
At this moment, half of Luo Xinglong's body fell from the sky and landed in front of Gus and his sister in a bloody mess.
He was like a cooked prawn. His red skin was steaming, and his entire body was embedded with metal fragments. One of his eyeballs had been shot out, revealing a black hole.
His body below the waist was gone, and his internal organs were in a mess. He was surprised that he was still alive despite the severity of his wounds. Surprise and confusion beamed out of his only eye, as if he were still dwelling on the moment when he fired the cannon and collapsed. It was not until a long time later that he focused on Gus, Grey, and the "saintess" again.
"Run!"
He stared at Gus and smiled as if he was embarrassed. He said softly, "Run. Go to the south and find the steam army. We … we will definitely win. One day, we will!"
After saying this, Luo Xinglong spat out his last breath of steam. His single eye gradually solidified and turned into a dull gray.
Gus and Grey had mixed feelings. Before they realized what was going on, they had been pulled up by countless hands. Surrounded by the few core believers of the Church of Machinery and the Church of Steam who had survived, they staggered backward.
At this moment, a lot of soldiers from both parties were crammed into the narrow streets. Even though the steam army's morale had collapsed because of the explosion of the steam cannons, it was impossible for them to collapse immediately. Even if the Iron Fist Army wanted to chase after them, it was impossible for them to pass through the chaotic wall of people.
Also, the granary was still on fire, and the fire was getting fiercer and fiercer. Also, the steam army was blowing the sirens all over the city and launching small-scale attacks. Everybody was panicking and in chaos.
After defending the Fist God's Temple, the primary mission of the Iron Fist Army was to extinguish the fire in the granary and maintain order. Otherwise, even if the evil Daoists were suppressed, Qianyuan City wouldn't have an easy time in the future.
Therefore, Gus and his sister, surrounded by a batch of core believers, escaped in confusion and ran all the way to the river.
Only the High Priest of Luo Tian looked down and stared at them coldly.
However, he wasn't in a hurry to catch them. Instead, he waved his hand and released a carrier pigeon, which flew toward the middle and lower reaches of the river.
Gus and Grey felt that they had fallen into a bloody kaleidoscope.
In front of them were bloody remnants of defeated soldiers. Their ears were filled with hysterical cries and shouts. There were also many people who pretended to be calm, but their sweat had soaked the white cloth on their foreheads. They grabbed their arms tightly and asked them, "What should we do? Holy Son, Holy Daughter, what should we do now? "
They were in great pain.
In the face of such an overwhelming defeat, what could the two siblings do? Although the fire was still burning, everyone could see that it was only a matter of time before it was put out. Gus and Grey could only follow Luo Xinglong's instructions and ask everyone to run to the river.
Fortunately, at this time, the dock and the river were under the control of the Church of Machinery and the Church of Steam.
"Andre", who was in charge of seizing the docks and ships, was a very shrewd man.
As soon as he heard the earth-shattering explosion from the direction of the Fist God Temple and the statue of the Fist God standing in front of the Fist God Temple, he realized that something was wrong. He ordered his subordinates to gather the supplies and people immediately and board the ships that they had just seized. They were ready to evacuate at any time.
When Gus and Grey boarded the fleet under the escort of the core believers, most of the sails had been raised, and the strong sailors were ready to row the boat.
The defeated soldiers explained the situation to Andre at the same time. Luo Xinglong was dead, and the only steam cannon had been blown up. Now the city was in a mess. Most of the believers were like pigs and sheep that had been knocked unconscious, waiting to be caught and slaughtered by the Iron Fist Army.
Using his hands and feet, Andre agilely climbed to the highest mast. He took out a telescopic telescope from his pocket and observed the situation in the city with narrowed eyes for a long time. Then, he made a prompt decision and ordered the ships to set sail.
The ropes were untied, and the gangplank was raised. The sailors tightened their muscles, and the oars spun like fans. The fleet made of dozens of ships carried the believers of the Church of Machinery and Steam, who were covered in dust, and evacuated from their city in a hurry like stray dogs.
The city that was within their reach was gradually moving away. In the dispersing steam, it was like a dream.
Some of them burst into tears, feeling sorry for Luo Xinglong's heroic sacrifice; some of them knelt down and kowtowed on the deck, praying for the forgiveness of the God of Machinery and Steam for their cowardice; some of them sighed that the believers who stayed in the city would have a hard time, and thousands of heads would fall to the ground; some of them even glared at Gus and Grey, secretly questioning why these two "Saint Child" and "Saintess" didn't show their "divine power". Instead, they acted like two ordinary children who didn't do anything.
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