The trance and mysterious expression on the boy's face added a bit of inhuman temperament to him.

He seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force, or in other words, there were gods and demons from higher dimensions that had descended into his weak body.

Such temperament made those crazy believers who wanted to come forward to question him feel inexplicably palpitations and fear, and couldn't help but want to kneel down in front of the boy and worship his toes.

Not to mention the triple-mounted heavy Vulcan cannon carried by the boy.

This super weapon from a higher dimension is far beyond the limit that the backpack can load.

It’s like a boy’s backpack is connected to the alien space, and he can infinitely extract the deadliest weapon in hell from it.

On the surface of this peerless weapon, there is no half of the gear, no seams, and no strands of "hissing" steam.

At first glance, it does not seem like the creations of mechanical demons and steam demons that are familiar to the mad believers.

But in the sparkling silver light, it lingers with devastating destructive power over machinery and steam.

Opposite them, above the tower across the river, hundreds of archers had tightened their bowstrings and slapped them with feather arrows.

Half of the feathered arrows were covered with grease, and were lit by torches and turned into burning rockets.

Under the flames, there are the officers of the Iron Fist Army, pious, cold and cruel faces.

Behind them, another high priest of the Fist Temple raised his fist high, and was about to fall heavily. Ten thousand arrows were fired at once, killing all these demons and evil spirits who tried to blaspheme the power of the true gods.

At this moment, time seemed to be still.

Even the ripples in the river were squeezed by the murderous aura that both sides had tightened to the limit, solidifying into stiff ripples.

All the iron fist soldiers' mouths were filled with cold smiles.

All the crazy believers' pupils have contracted to their limits.

The Fist God and the God of Steam seemed to be gazing at the fierce fighting in the world through the dark clouds, like two chess players, frowning and condescending, looking at a few crucial pieces, making silent collisions.

The high priest of the Fist Temple finally waved his fist.

However, before his arm fell, the boy who had fallen into his body had already pulled the trigger first.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The brilliant fireworks that did not belong to this world bloomed again like a demon's grin, burning everyone's retina and tearing their eardrums into pieces.

In an instant, whether it was the Iron Fist Army or the Steam Army, everything in the vision changed from orange to red, from red to pale, and then from pale to like eternal darkness.

They all became blind, and could only hear the roar of spring thunder in their ears, sense the trembling vibration of thousands of horses, and then the thunderous screams of the eighteen levels of hell.

Something was blown into the air and then fell into the air. It fell into the river like a burning girl scattering flowers. The river water was boiled, making a "hissing" sound, and wisps of white smoke mixed with a strong smell of blood came out, stimulating their nose mucosa and making big sneezes.

After sneezing, it seemed like eternal darkness, and finally blurred lines were drawn by the dismal blood and violent flames again.

Bloody lines form an incredible scene.

The crazy believers of the Steam Army were surprised to find that the city scattered above the river had disappeared.

The entire village was bombarded by Gus and turned into burning fragments. The broken limbs and arms of the Iron Fist Army and the high priest fell down "cracklingly", burning the entire river red.

The iron fist army that was too arrogant just now turned into cooked rotten meat. Even if someone cultivated his flesh and blood to the point of being as strong as steel and iron, facing the bombardment of the Vulcan cannon, he could only delay the doomed death for a few minutes, and by the way he could endure more inhuman torture.

Even the high priest of the Fist Temple was bombarded half of his body, sinking and floating in the turbulent water. He could do nothing except stare with blood-stained eyes and emit a horrorous light to the steam army's fleet.

The iron chains that blocked the river were bombarded by the Vulcan cannon, breaking inch by inch and even melting into scrap iron.

The Iron Fist Army and the archers who were ambushing on both sides of the river were all stunned, like mud-wound idols, and they could not come back to their senses for a long time.

All the survivors' bodies and even souls were captured by the terrifying power emitted from the teenager. They all felt extremely suffocated, as if the air was burned completely in the turbulent flames just now.

Only the river was still running, leading the fleet to break through the wreckage of the city, crushing the injured, breaking through the trap carefully designed by the high priest of the Fist Temple, and rushing downstream unstoppable.

The archers on both sides of the river were still immersed in the shock of the power that was released from Gus's hands to destroy the world. The faith collapsed inch by inch. But after a long time, they could not come back to their senses, but they forgot to shoot arrows into the middle of the river.

Of course, even if they were loyal to their duties, the fleet is still at the center of the river, hundreds of meters away from both sides of the river. With their trembling hands, the arrows do not have much strength or accuracy, and they cannot intercept this fleet with the shelter of demons.

I could only watch this fleet full of defeated soldiers and was about to be killed in one net, like an arrow leaving, disappearing in the vast dark night.

It was not until the last light of the fleet was swallowed by the darkness that archers could not support the river on both sides of the river. Finally, they fell to the ground, opened their mouths, and screamed silently.

...

When Gus woke up, he found that Qianyuan City and the burning hamlets on the river were all left behind by them.

The fleet had sailed hundreds of miles away. In this era of backward communication, Qianyuan City could hardly convey the news of the evil Taoist sects breaking through so quickly.

So, it is safe for the time being.

Gus breathed a little relieved, and looked around him again, and he found that almost all the crazy believers looked at him with awe and admiration.

The crazy believer who wanted to come up to question him just now, but was kicked away by him, knelt on the ground, eager to try, and wanted to step forward and kiss his toes.

Even his sister Grey looked like she didn't know her brother, and she stared at him blankly - and the triple-mounted heavy Vulcan cannon in his hand.

Gus moved the Vulcan cannon.

All the crazy believers immediately let out a "ahhh" shout, many people blushed, and more people shed excited sweat and tears, and looked like the god of steam and machinery descended in front of them.

Gus stuffed the Vulcan cannon back into the basket - more precisely, he asked the demon Lu Qingchen, who was dormant in the basket, to retract this weapon from a higher dimension.
Chapter completed!