Forty Millenniums of Cultivation: Iron Fist enemy (seventy-four) decisive battle

"Actually ... so many people?"

Looking at a pair of eyes with different colors of eyes, shining the light called "Expectation", as if turned into a pair of thousands of hot hands, it is necessary to hold him high on the altar, and the Gus mixed feelings, like a world apart .

Only three months ago, he was just an unnamed generation in the northern town who suffered from bullying and ridicule. It was Qingchen dancing in the wind. It was a piece of chess that was born for some reason and why.

Now that there are so many people, from the heart, I believe that he is the "Son of the Son" who can save the world, the savior who can lead them to find survival and combat significance.

And he is as clear as they expected, what kind of mission do he have, and where do he go?

Guth bit his lip hard and swallowed his bewildered and helpless bitter smile.

With a wave of his arm, the teenager was determined to face off, and he led many self-defeating steam devotees to move on.

Close, close, they are getting closer and closer to the main battlefield.

This can be proven from the increasingly violent roar of the earth and the increasingly intense **** smell in the air.

The main battlefield is only one step away from them. At this distance, the fighting sound of the enemy and the enemy is like a magic sound, which makes you breathless, your scalp is numb, and your fists are clenched together.

The layered **** smell is so strong that it condenses into a red gauze, making people fall into the devil's cave and can't do anything.

More and more shattered corpses appeared one after another.

There is also war machine of distortion and deformation, burning fiercely.

The priests of the boxing temple or the majestic or exquisite robes were trampled into the mud by a pair of iron feet, and the flesh and blood of the priests were trampled into a group of colorful meat patties.

The broken bone of Human Race pierced the steam boiler into a beehive full of holes, and the originally high-pitched and sharp whistle, because of the air leak, could only make a whimper of a crying wolf.

The Iron Fist army and the steam army were dead enemies in their lifetime. They used all means to put the other party to the death place-knife and axe, steam roaring, even picking with fingers, biting with teeth, tearing each other ’s The throat, drinking the blood of each other, until they entangle each other's throat, and fall into the non-existent hell.

After death, their intertwined corpses looked like dead couples, who were both martyred and even burned by flames into inseparable strange statues.

The closer you are, the more weird and twisted weird statues will become, and the ground beneath everyone ’s feet will become softer and softer-here is the literal "corpse mountain blood sea" Going down, the wet mud soaked in blood was barely ankles, and you could even feel the sharp and fine broken bones under the mud.

Gus looks far away.

In front is a valley.

Early yesterday morning, a team of Iron Fist Military Unit was ambushed by the steam army while traversing the valley, causing heavy losses.

And in order to save the besieged soldiers, the Iron Fist troops of various routes approached the valley like enraged wasps, trying to swallow the ambush.

And the ambushers were unwilling to call for reinforcements, and finally triggered a chain reaction, drawing the main forces of both sides.

The small valley naturally cannot accommodate the main battle between the two sides.

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

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

Andre on Gus's side has a lot of combat experience.

They did n’t rush through the valley, but Gus, Gray, and Andre ’s brave and veteran soldiers climbed the mountain peaks on both sides to check the battlefield north of the valley.

Although Gus has been fully prepared.

But when he really stood on the top of the mountain, looking far away, overlooking the battlefield, he was deeply shocked, and he couldn't get back to God for a long time.

Before him, the **** battlefield stretched for dozens of miles.

After fierce battles throughout the day and night, continuous trial, intersect, advance, and crush, the battle fronts of both sides have lost clear boundaries and smooth command, showing a form of intertwined teeth and entanglement.

It's like being seriously wounded on both heads, but more violent. It excites all the beasts of hunting instinct. In the most primitive and violent way, it bites and removes the internal organs of the other party.

This kind of war has no rules and beauty.

You ca n’t think of anything related to "glory", "brilliance", "True God's will" ... and so on.

It's ugly and disgusting.

On the battlefield that was cut and fragmented, Gus saw hundreds of steam troops carrying chain crossbows, carrying kerosene pumps on their shoulders, and screaming at several temple priests.

Although the priests of the boxing temple are divided and surrounded, they are not afraid of fear, like a reef surrounded by tide.

They gleamed with Lingran ’s inviolable golden mantle, as if they were really blessed by the boxing god. Every punch and every foot blasted the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies, and blasted the steam army of crazy impact Into blood and meat patties.

Like no matter how many times the tide hits, it is impossible to wash the reef.

But the priest of the boxing temple is not a real rock after all.

Not to mention the crazy will of the steam believers, like a fiery flame, even steel can melt.

Not a metaphor, but a literal meaning-dozens of fanatic believers ignited the oil in the pump and even turned themselves into a burning fiercely torch, using this method to approach the priest of the boxing temple, and more believers Concentrate on the crossbows, steam guns, and fire-breathing pumps, swept their heads across them, and finally, they defeated the defense and will of the priests of the boxing temple, turning themselves and their opponents into the blood of the corpse mountain, a sparkling light Sparks.

On the other front, Gus saw an ugly war machine like a black iron castle.

They are like the upgraded Version of the steam cannon that Gus saw in Qianyuan City. The rusty iron plates are simply and roughly connected together by countless rivets, and the air leaks from one station to another. "The blasting steam furnace provides power.

Because of insufficient combustion, the war machinery is surrounded by thick black smoke, like a black and black fire-breathing dragon.

Such a rudimentary design and assembly process, without compromising its power, every roar of the steam giant gun will kill a flesh and blood road ahead, and the low strength ordinary Iron Fist army cannot withstand the power of a gun Before the fragmentation, the internal organs were transformed into a bubble pus blood. Even the powerful priest in the fist temple was often broken and broken by the heavy bombard, and he was paralyzed. He could only watch the caterpillar track and topple the mountains and overturn the seas of the war machinery. Squeeze it over and crush them and their faith into mud.