The dazed and mysterious expression on the teenager's face added an inhuman presence to him.
He seemed to be controlled by some mysterious power, or rather, a demon from a higher dimension had descended into his frail body.
His presence made the ferocious fanatics who wanted to charge forward and question him feel fear. They could not help but want to kneel down in front of the teenager and worship his toes.
Besides, the teenager was carrying a triple-headed heavy Fire God Cannon.
The length of this super weapon from a higher dimension far exceeded the limit of what could be carried in the basket.
It was as if the teenager's basket was connected to an alternate dimension, and he could draw out the most deadly weapons in hell from it.
Not a single gear could be seen on the surface of this peerless weapon. There were no joints, and there was not a single sizzling steam.
At first glance, it did not look like the creation of mechanical demons and steam demons that the fanatics were familiar with.
But in the silver light, a destructive power that was above that of mechanical demons and steam demons lingered around it.
Across from them, on the city tower that spanned across the river, hundreds of archers had already tightened their bowstrings and nocked their arrows.
Half of the arrows were wrapped in cloth covered in oil. They were ignited by torches and turned into burning arrows.
Under the illumination of the flames were the pious, cold, and cruel faces of the officers of the Iron Fist Army.
Behind them, another High Priest of Fist God Temple raised his fist high. It was about to land heavily. Thousands of arrows were fired at the same time to kill all the demons and evil beings who tried to blaspheme the might of a true god.
At that moment, time seemed to have stopped.
Even the surging ripples in the river were compressed by the murderous aura of both sides, which was extremely tense, and froze into stiff ripples.
The corners of the Iron Fist Army's mouths curled into cold smiles.
The pupils of all the fanatics shrank to the limit.
The God of Fist and the God of Steam seemed to be looking at the fierce battle in the human world coldly through the dark clouds in the sky. They were like two chess players who were frowning and looking down at a few important chess pieces that were silently clashing against each other.
The High Priest of Fist God Temple finally swung his fist.
However, before his arm landed, the teenager who had descended into the body of the demon pulled the trigger first. Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The dazzling fireworks that did not belong to this world blossomed again like a devil's grin, burning everyone's retinas and tearing their eardrums into pieces.
In an instant, whether it was the Iron Fist Army or the steam troops, everything in their field of vision turned from orange to crimson, from crimson to pale white, and from pale white to eternal darkness.
They had all become blind. They could only hear the rumbling of thunder in their ears, feel the vibration of ten thousand horses galloping, and then hear the blood-curdling screams of the eighteenth level of hell.
Something was blown up into the air and fell apart in midair, falling into the river like a burning fairy scattering flowers. The river water was boiled and sizzled. White smoke mixed with a strong smell of blood was popping up, stimulating their nasal mucous membranes and causing them to sneeze loudly.
After the sneeze, the seemingly eternal darkness was once again outlined by the bleak blood and violent flames.
The bloody lines formed an inconceivable scene.
The zealots of the steam troops discovered, to their surprise, that the village on the river had disappeared.
The entire city was blown into the air by Gus and turned into burning fragments. Together with the broken limbs of the Iron Fist Army and the high priest, they fell to the ground and burned the entire river red.
The Iron Fist Army, who had been insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, had all turned into cooked meat. Even if some of them had trained their bodies to be as tough as iron, they could only delay their inevitable death for a few minutes when faced with the bombardment of the Vulcan Cannons. In the meantime, they had to endure more inhuman torture.
Even the pontiff of the Fist Godly Temple had half of his body blown up. Floating up and down in the turbulent water, he could do nothing except widen his bloodshot eyes and look at the fleet of the steam army in shock.
The chains that blocked the river were broken inch by inch under the bombardment of the Vulcan Machine Guns. Some of them were even melted into scrap iron.
The Iron Fist Army and the archers lurking on the two sides of the river were all dumbfounded. Like clay idols, they did not come back to themselves for a long time.
The bodies and even the souls of all the survivors had been seized by the terrifying strength from the young man. They all felt that they were suffocating, as if the air had been burnt up in the roaring flames just now.
But the river was still running, driving the fleet to push away the debris of the village, crush the heavily wounded, and break through the carefully designed trap of the High Priest of Fist God Temple. They were rushing downstream unstoppably.
The archers on the two sides of the river were still shocked by the destructive strength released by Gus. Their faith was collapsing inch by inch, and they did not come back to themselves for a long time. They even forgot to shoot at the center of the river.
Of course, even though they were doing their duty dutifully, the fleet was still at the center of the river, more than a hundred meters away from the two sides. With their shivering hands, their arrows did not have much strength and accuracy. It was impossible for them to stop the fleet that was protected by demons.
They could only watch as the fleet full of defeated soldiers, which was just about to be wiped out, flew away like an arrow leaving the bow, disappearing into the boundless night.
It was not until the last light of the fleet was swallowed by the darkness that the archers on the two sides of the river could not stand it anymore. They finally fell to the ground, opened their mouths, and screamed silently.
…
When Gus woke up, he found that the Qianyuan City and the burning village on the river were far behind him.
The fleet had sailed hundreds of miles away. In this age of outdated communication, the Qianyuan City could barely deliver the news that the evil cult had broken through to the front of the fleet so quickly.
Therefore, they were safe for the time being.
Gus was slightly relieved. He looked around and found that almost all the fanatics were looking at him with awe and admiration.
The fanatic who wanted to question him but was kicked away by him was even kneeling on the ground, eager to kiss his toes.
Even his sister, Grey, stared at him blankly as if she didn't know her own brother — and the triple-headed Heavy Vulcan Cannon in his hand.
Gus moved the Vulcan Machine Guns.
All the fanatics immediately screamed "Ahhh!". Many of them were blushing, and more of them were sweating and crying out of excitement, as if the God of Steam and Machinery had arrived in front of them.
Gus put the Vulcan Machine Guns back into the basket on his back. To be more precise, he asked the demon Lu Qingchen, who was hiding in the steam ball in the basket, to take back this weapon from a higher dimension.
The fanatics all sighed in disappointment, but they did not dare to disobey the will of the "Saint". Seeing the huge Vulcan Machine Guns disappear into the small basket on his back, they looked at Gus with more respect and fear.
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