“This is the power of steam!”

“This is the power of a true god!”

“Look! Look! Even the experts of the Iron Fist Legion have been defeated by us!”

Although both sides suffered heavy losses in the clash,

But at the very least, it meant that the ‘Steam Legion’ had the capability to compete with the ‘Iron Fist Legion’.

The fanatics who were holding steam sabers were no longer fish on the chopping block. Faced with the iron fists of their enemies, they at least had the ability to perish together.

The believers of mechanics and steam grew more and more enthusiastic.

More and more core believers waved their steam sabers and lunged at the experts of the Iron Fist Legion with their 3D mobile devices.

For a moment, the entire street was filled with steam. Blood was spurting out of the steam, and broken limbs were dancing in the air like a boiling blood pool.

The number of the fanatics and the Iron Fist Legion grew larger and larger. They charged at the same pond like two furious torrents.

Suddenly—

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A few earthshaking explosions took place in the middle of the Iron Fist Legion.

As it turned out, the believers of the Mechanical and Steam Churches had used steam bombs.

Steam bombs were an extremely dangerous and insidious weapon.

Outside of the steam ball that was being pressed to the limit, countless iron nails and iron plates were stuck to it, before it was thrown at the enemy.

Once the ball of steam exploded, the high-pressure air currents would be like a hurricane. The iron nails and iron plates would spurt out and turn into thousands of sharp blades, blowing the enemy into pieces.

The Iron Fist Legion, who had rushed over without knowing what was going on, immediately fell victim to the steam bombs.

Were their faces not cooked by the scorching, high-pressure steam?

They had been turned into honeycomb tofu by the iron nails and iron plates.

Blood and screams were everywhere on the street. It seemed that the iron bones of human beings were no match for real steel.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Soul-stirring drumming echoed.

Luo Xinglong and the other core believers of the Mechanical and Steam Sect, together with the two ‘saints’ and the ‘saints’, lifted the cannon from the underground with solemn expressions.

Driven by the complicated sliding machines, dozens of muscular men were spinning the joysticks with sweat all over their bodies. The powerful impetus made the steam cannon march toward the Fist God Hall like an iron beast.

Hearing the drumming, all the crazy believers in the city cheered.

It was as if a new nation was about to descend upon the world in the next second.

Even the civilians in the city, those who believed in the Fist God, could not help but turn pale and tremble in fear.

At first, the news that the Iron Fist Legion failed to suppress the riot of the Steam Legion came from the south.

Then, cracks appeared in the sky again. It was even clearer in broad daylight.

Then, the elites of Red Gold Town were wiped out in the siege of the fanatics.

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Right now, even Heavenly Essence City had been shaken. The fanatics had been caught unprepared by the Iron Fist Legion. Not only had they occupied several strategic locations, they had even butchered a lot of Iron Fist Legion experts.

Right now, even such a terrifying mechanical beast had been carried out. The hissing of the whistle and the roaring of the steam were all challenges to the Fist God. Had the Fist God turned a deaf ear to them?

The faith of the bewildered people gradually collapsed. They did not know what to believe anymore and simply crouched in the most solid corner of the room, holding their heads and shivering.

Even Gus and Grey did not expect things to go so well.

At first glance, the reign of the Temple of Fist was like a broken house that was leaking air on all sides. With a gentle poke or even a sneeze, the broken house would collapse on its own.

They could not help but fantasize that, even if they did not go to the south, machines and the Church of Steam would occupy Qianyuan City and turn it into the ‘weakest place under the rule of the Fist God’ to meet Lu Qingchen’s needs.

But Lu Qingchen remained silent.

It was hibernating in the ball of steam and lying on Gus’ back quietly. It seemed that it was not interested in the propaganda of the Steam Cult in Heavenly Essence City and simply fell asleep.

But Luo Xinglong had reached the peak of his life.

The fanatic exclamations of the believers nearby, the intense quakes and the scorching steam from the cannon gave him the illusion that he had become one with the cannon and turned into an invincible iron giant.

The metal wheel slowly rolled over the corpses of the Iron Fist Legion like a millstone. The rulers who used to flaunt their might in the past turned into meat paste and mud one after another. One after another, bloody streaks were like thousands upon thousands of sharp arrows pointing at the same target—the Fist Hall of Qian Yuan City.

“Go! Go! The Temple of Fist is right ahead!”

Waving the flag made of gears and steam, Luo Xinglong roared crazily and pressed the whistle hard.

When he was 700-800 meters away from the temple, he could not wait to fire a shot.

BOOM!

The roars of the steam cannons were hundreds of times louder than those of ordinary steam bombs. Even though the fanatics nearby had been prepared and stuffed their ears with cotton and cloth, they were still dazzled by the sound and felt that something wet was flowing out of their ears.

The range of the steam cannons was about seven to eight hundred meters.

But at such an extreme distance, naturally, it was not accurate at all.

A giant solid bullet drew a fierce arc in the air. The distance was just right, but it deviated from its original direction and flew past the main building of the Fist Hall, blowing up a few houses nearby. It even jumped a few times and smashed several carriages into pieces.

Seeing that the steam cannon was so powerful, the fanatics were naturally screaming again.

They firmly believed that another shot would definitely hit the target.

Luo Xinglong did not care, either.

On the steam cannons were extremely precious aiming devices that had been secretly shipped over by the steam army in the south. As long as one could calculate the number of shots accurately, one would be able to hit the target precisely.

The first shot was just a test shot to adjust the trajectory.

As the distance between them shortened from 700-800 meters to 300-400 meters, Luo Xinglong firmly believed that the second shot would hit the target.

In front of the temple stood a statue of the Fist God.

Although it was not as large as the towering statue outside the city, it was still quite eye-catching in the city.

As long as the statue was blown to pieces, the Iron Fist Legion’s fighting will would be completely shattered. The belief of the people would be reversed, too. They would be able to join the arms of the true gods and support the Steam Legion.

Luo Xinglong thought happily.

He urged the gunners behind him to reload, fire, and pump the furious steam into the high-pressure tanks behind the barrels.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the statue in front of the temple through the scope.

Then, he saw a man rising slowly from behind the statue!