"So... are there so many people?"

Looking at the eyes with different eyes, the light shining with the famous "expectation", as if it turned into thousands of pairs of hot hands, trying to hold him high on the altar, Gus was mixed with emotion, as if he was a different world.

Just three months ago, he was just an unknown person in a small northern town who was bullied and ridiculed. He was Qingchen who danced wildly with the wind, and was a chess piece born for some reason and why he fought.

And now, there are so many people who believe from the heart that he is the "holy son" who can save this world and the savior who can lead them to find meanings in survival and fighting.

And he, as they expected, was he so clear, what kind of mission he was shouldering and where he was going?

Gus bit his lips heavily and swallowed all the confused and helpless bitter smile into his stomach.

With a wave of his arm, the boy's face was determined, deceiving himself, leading many desperate Steam Cultists to continue moving forward.

As they are getting closer, they are getting closer and closer to the main battlefield.

This can be proved by the increasingly violent roar of the earth and the increasingly strong bloody smell in the air.

The main battlefield is only one step away from them. At this distance, the fighting between the enemy and us is like a magical sound that makes people unable to help but breathe rapidly, their scalp is numb, and their fists are clenched tightly.

The layers of bloody smell were so strong that it condensed into a mist like red gauze, making people fall into a demon's cave and unable to move forward.

More and more fragmented corpses appeared in front of them.

There are also war machinery that is twisted and deformed, burning.

The priests in the fist temple, either majestic or exquisite battle robe, were stepped on in the mud by pairs of iron feet, and the flesh and blood of the priests were trampled into clusters of colorful meat pies.

Human bones pierced the steam boiler into a beehive full of holes. The originally high-pitched and sharp whistle could only make ghosts and howls because of the air leakage.

The Iron Fist Army and the Steam Army were mortal enemies during their lifetime. They used all means to put each other to death - chopping each other's axe, roaring steam, and even clewing with their fingers, biting with their teeth, tearing each other's throats, drinking each other's blood until they were entangled with each other's throats, and falling into hell that did not exist together.

After their death, the corpses they entangled together seemed to be lovers who died for love until death, and were even burned by the flames into inseparable strange statues.

The closer you get, the more eccentric statues you are, the more densely twisted and crooked statues, and the ground under everyone's feet is softer and softer. This is the literal "mountain of corpses and blood". When you step on it, the moist mud soaked in blood and the moist mud is soaked in blood and you can even feel the sharp and fine broken bones under the mud.

Gus looked into the distance.

A valley ahead.

Yesterday morning, an Iron Fist Army was ambushed by the Steam Army while crossing this valley, causing heavy losses.

In order to save the besieged soldiers, the iron fist troops from all walks of life moved towards the valley like an angry hornet, trying to swallow the ambushers in one bite.

The ambushers summoned reinforcements without being outdone, which finally triggered a chain reaction and led to the main force of both sides.

The small valley naturally cannot accommodate the decisive battle between the main forces of both sides.

After a fierce battle for a day and night, the main battlefield has been moved to the plains north of the valley.

This valley, which was almost flooded with blood and corpses, was ignored by both sides.

Andre from Gus' side has rich combat experience.

Instead of walking through the valley rashly, they followed Gus, Grey and Andre’s several brave and warlike veterans, first climbed up the peaks on both sides to check the battle situation on the main battlefield north of the valley.

Although Gus has made enough mental preparations.

But when he was really standing on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, and looking down at the battlefield, he was still deeply shocked and could not recover for a long time.

What appeared before him was a bloody battlefield that stretched for dozens of miles.

After a day and night of fierce fighting, continuous testing, interspersed, advanced and crushed, the battle formations of both sides lost their clear boundaries and smooth command, and presented a staggered and entangled form.

It was like a serious injury on both ends, but it became even more fierce, stirring up all the hunting instincts, and biting and taking out the other party's internal organs in the most primitive and violent way.

Such wars are indisciplined and beautiful.

It makes people unable to imagine any related words such as "glory", "glory", "true God's will" and so on.

Instead, it is disgustingly ugly.

On the battlefield that was cut to pieces, Gus saw hundreds of steam troops carrying serial crossbows and carrying turbulent pumps on their shoulders, and screamed at several priests of the Fist Temple.

Although these priests of the Fist Temple were divided and surrounded, they seemed unafraid, like reefs surrounded by tides.

They shone with inviolable golden lights all over their bodies, as if they were really blessed by the Fist God. Every punch and every kick burst out the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops, and blasted the crazy-impacting steam army into blood and meat pie.

Just like no matter how many times the tide hits, it is impossible to destroy the reef.

But the priest of the Fist Temple is not a real reef after all.

What's more, the crazy will of the Steam Cultists is like a fiery flame that can even melt steel.

It is not a metaphor, but a literal meaning - dozens of fanatical believers lit the tincture oil in the pump, and they turned into a burning torch, using this method to approach the priests of the Fist Temple, while more believers concentrated on a series of crossbows, steam guns and fire-breathing pumps, swept them across the head and head. Finally, they defeated the defense and will of the priests of the Fist Temple, and turned themselves and their opponents into a sparkling spark in a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

On another front, Gus saw war machinery that was ugly like black iron castles.

They are like an upgraded version of the steam cannon Gus saw in Qianyuan City. The rusty iron plates are simply and roughly connected by countless rivets, powered by a series of steam furnaces that leak everywhere and "squeaking" sounds.

Because of insufficient combustion, the war machinery was surrounded by thick black smoke, like a black fire-breathing dragon.
Chapter completed!