The dozens of self-propelled steam cannons were like dozens of death harvesters that were harvesting lives and souls. They plowed dozens of bloody gullies on the battlefield. The gullies that were filled with blood, flesh, and internal organs were also like dozens of unstoppable arrows that were shooting toward the core of the Iron Fist Army.
However, in Gus's eyes, the iron arrows that were unstoppable and unstoppable somehow slowed down or even stopped when they approached the core of the Iron Fist Army even though they could pierce through dozens of lines of defense. Very soon, abnormal flames and smoke spurted out from the inside of the cannons, and they collapsed like clumsy toys.
Then, from the remains of the steam cannons that had turned into scrap metal, there would often be one peerless expert after another who would fly out in all kinds of warrior energy and battle flames. They were so majestic that it was as if the heavenly soldiers had arrived.
It seemed that those experts had crawled into the steam cannons at some point and blown up the indestructible iron fortresses from the inside easily.
As for the source of those unparalleled experts …
Gus narrowed his eyes and saw a magnificent and splendid high platform standing at the core of the Iron Fist Army's battle formation.
It looked like a square pyramid, which was a combination of an altar and a palace. On the top of the pyramid, a vivid statue of the Fist God was standing, but its eyes were wide open and thunder was raging.
Below the feet of the statue was a square platform. Hundreds of senior-level priests of the Fist God Temple were all sitting cross-legged and praying devoutly.
They were emotionless, and their eyes were calm without any ripples. It seemed that they did not see the arrows and cannonballs that were raining down like a storm. They also seemed to believe that under the cover of the Fist God, any enemy was just a clown who could not cause any real trouble.
As the hundreds of senior-level priests chanted, visible waves were indeed raised around the pyramid. They surged back and forth like bright golden tides. Not only did they boost the morale of the Iron Fist Army around, they even gathered into a bright golden pillar of light that soared into the sky.
It seemed that hundreds of senior-level priests were calling to the supreme god in their hearts with their lives and their most devout beliefs, praying for the power of the god.
This was a world where gods did exist.
The prayers of the High Priests were quickly answered.
In the dark sky where no lightning or stars could be seen, a faint golden vortex was slowly forming as the faint golden light pillar continued to shine. Soon, clusters of light more dazzling than stars were transmitted down the light pillar and entered the bodies of the devout high-ranking priests one by one.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The Oracles, who were expressionless and mechanical just a moment ago, let out roars one after another. Their bodies expanded at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye, and their skin glowed with all kinds of metallic luster. There were even mysterious and complicated runes emerging on their skin.
When they suddenly stood up, their auras were more than ten times stronger than before. They were no longer like normal humans. Instead, they were like moving towers or hills. When faced with the steam cannons that were dozens of meters tall, they could fight head-on with their fists that were blessed by the gods.
"These … bastards, they really obtained the Fist God's power!"
Andre, who was observing the battle from beside Gus, turned pale.
As a die-hard believer of the Church of Machines and Steam, Andre had always scoffed at many of the beliefs and legends of the Fist God Temple.
According to the legends, as a senior-level priest of the Fist God Temple, as long as their beliefs were firm enough and their bodies were tough enough, and the situation was dire enough, they could possibly guide part of the Fist God's power into their bodies and turn themselves into containers for the power of the Fist God, as well as' projections' of the Fist God who walked and fought in the human world.
Of course, the bodies of mortals couldn't carry the power of the Fist God for too long. After a fierce battle, even if they were not killed, their veins and nerves would be broken, and they would become disabled.
However, for the priests of the Fist God Temple who considered serving the Fist God as the only meaning of their lives, even if the power of the Fist God stayed in their bodies for only one second, it would be the greatest glory.
They didn't care about any side effects.
Even if the result was blood and flesh flying everywhere, they would gladly accept it.
Right now, the hundreds of senior-level priests of the Fist God Temple were praying to the gods wholeheartedly, asking the gods to grant them invincible power.
Andre had never believed in the existence of the Fist God before.
Well, even if the Fist God did exist, he would be an arrow at the end of its flight in front of the God of Machines and Steam who was like a rising sun.
However, such a belief was riddled with holes in front of the cruel reality, and it was on the verge of collapsing.
Dozens of senior-level priests who had been boosted by the power of the Fist God and turned into 'clones of the Fist God' rushed down from the altar.
Every clone of the Fist God was a human-shaped war machine that was no worse than the steam cannons.
With their bare fists and unparalleled fighting energy, they were able to forcibly stop the steam bullets that were whistling towards them.
Opening their bloody mouths and letting out thunderous roars, they were able to reverse the burning kerosene and burn the steam troops instead, making them scream in pain.
Even to Gus's astonishment, he saw that one of the clones of the Fist God dashed to the front of a steam cannon that was dozens of meters tall and grabbed the tracks below the steam cannon with his arms. Then, he exerted his strength, and his warrior energy surged out like tides, flipping the self-propelled steam cannon backward by brute force.
The steam cannon that was several floors tall rolled down like a rock that was rolling off a cliff.
Countless steam cannons failed to dodge in time and were crushed into meat paste and blood.
Such a horrifying scene was ten times more devastating to the morale of the steam cannons than blowing up the steam cannons with one punch.
Of course, the senior-level priests had to pay a price for performing unscrupulously the strength that was beyond human beings.
Many senior-level priests were often on fire or turned into a cluster of bloody mist after they unleashed their ultimate skills and killed hundreds of steam cannons in a row.
It was the result of the data collapse when the strength exceeded the limit.
However, on the altar of the Fist God, there were still many senior-level priests who were praying devoutly, but the steam cannons that could decide the outcome of the battle were fewer and fewer.
The morale of the two parties was rising and falling, and the scale of victory was gradually tipping toward the Iron Fist Army. More and more soldiers of the Iron Fist Army were inspired by the true god and seemed to be fearless of pain. They were also injected with brand-new strength like the senior-level priests. On the steam cannons' side, the mobs that were gathered in a hurry all abandoned their ridiculous belief after witnessing the supreme power of the Fist God with their own eyes. They screamed and fled in all directions.
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