Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

For a while, the whole street was covered in flames, steam and giant cannon fragments of heavenly flowers.

The worshippers of mechanical demons and steamers were first burned by burning steam, then shot by sharp, flying debris, broken bones, sore pores, and boiled.

Several strong men, originally responsible for dragging steam cannons, were blown to pieces by direct bone, not even half a complete bone, near the exploding steam balls and high-pressure bins, and the scene was unbearable.

Though Gus and Grey were reminded by Lu Qingdu to find somewhere to hide.

It was also lifted by a scorching air wave, like being weighed down by a hammer on the back, spitting blood and rolling over.

Fortunately, the surrounding area and the ground are full of people, acting as soft meat pads, so the two brothers didn't break a muscle.

They pulled out their buzzing ears, and they heard terrible screams coming around, like ghost wolves howling.

- Not only physical pain, but also the idea that "the steam god has abandoned us” or “the steam god is not an opponent of the boxing god," which completely breaks the spirit of the fanatics before sending out hysterical screams.

Immediately afterwards, there was a hot rain of blood in the sky.

It was countless blown up in the middle of the air, splitting apart the fanatics and falling down.

Gus wants to throw up.

In a moment of nightmare.

Look around, in a world where steam rolls over, all the fanatics who were supposed to be rainbows cried and crawled, kneeling down at the steam cannons that twisted into wreckage, and even turned their heads and ran.

Like a giant wave that seemed fierce, after the breakwater was beaten hard, the breakwater did not move, but the giant wave collapsed and rolled back.

Three artillery shells, only three shelling, several breathing kung fu, this “fierce" event, under the divine repression of the boxing gods, is on the verge of collapse.

“Tap! ”

At this point, Rohingyu's half-baked body fell out of the sky and fleshly fell in front of the two Gus brothers.

He looked like a cooked prawn with hot red skin, filled with metal debris, and one eye exploded, revealing a dark hole.

The body below his waist was flying, the five dirty six hearts flowing in a mess, the wounds were so severe, he was not even dead, his eyes sparked surprise and confusion, as if he was still immersed in the moment of just firing and collapsing, it took a long time to refocus on Gus and Grey, the "Son” and the "Virgin".

“Run.”

He definitely looked at Gus, as if he was embarrassed to laugh, softly, “Run, go south, find the steam army, we... we will win, one day, we will! ”

After this sentence, the last sip of steam was discharged, and Ro Xinglong's monocular eyes gradually solidified and turned dark grey.

Gus and Grebai, who had not yet reacted, were dragged up by countless hands, embraced by a cluster of few surviving core mechanical and steam followers, and retreated backwards.

At this time, large numbers of troops on both sides squeezed into narrow streets, squeezing several streets out of water. Even if the steam army's morale collapsed as a result of the explosion of the steam cannon, it would not be possible to “crumble a thousand miles" for a while. Even if the Iron Fist wanted to chase it, it would not be able to cross the crowded human wall.

Combined with the continued burning of the granary, the flames of the bear are becoming more intense, and steam troops are blowing whistles and launching small-scale attacks throughout the city, causing panic and chaos.

After defending the Temple of Fist, the Iron Fist Army's primary task is to put out the granary fire and maintain order - otherwise, even if this evil man is suppressed, the next days in Ganyuan City will not be easy.

As a result, the two Gus brothers fled in vain under a crowd of core believers, all the way in the direction of the great river.

Only the high priest of Luo Tian came and gazed at their whereabouts.

Instead of rushing to capture, he waved, releasing the pigeons and flying downstream into the river.

Gus and Gray just felt like they fell into a bloody kaleidoscope.

The eyes were filled with fleshy cries and shouts of hysteria, and many people dressed as calm, sweat wet their foreheads with white cloth, holding onto their arms and asking them, "What should we do? Son, Son, what do we do now? ”

It hurts to catch them.

What can the two brothers come up with in the face of a defeated situation? Though the fire is still burning, everyone can see that extinguishing is only a matter of time, and Gus and Grey can only follow Rohingyu's words to get everyone to the river.

Fortunately, at this time, the docks and rivers are in the hands of mechanics and steam teaching.

Andrei, who is responsible for seizing piers and ships, is a very clever man.

As soon as he heard the shocking noise coming from the direction of the temple, and the statue of the boxing god standing in front of the temple stood still for a long time, he realized that something terrible was wrong and ordered his men to gather the materials and personnel immediately, all aboard the ships they had just grabbed, ready to evacuate at any time.

By the time Gus and Gray were crowded by the core believers and boarded the fleet, the vast majority of the sails were raised and the strong sailors were ready to paddle and sail.

Many defeated soldiers told Andrei - Ro Xinglong had died and the only steam cannon had been blown up. Now the city was a mess, and the vast majority of believers were waiting to be caught and slaughtered by the Iron Fist, like pigs and sheep who had been knocked out.

With his hands and feet, Andrei climbed the tallest mast very cleverly, pulled out an telescope with a telescopic sleeve from his arms, closed his eyes and observed the situation in the city for half a day, stopping and ordering the sail to sail.

Cables untied, springboards lifted, sailors tightened their muscles, paddles spinning like fans, a fleet of dozens of big boats, mechanical and steam followers carrying grey-headed dirt faces, like the dog of the bereavement, wolves evacuated their cities.

The city, which was originally within reach, gradually went away and fell in love with steam as if it were a dream of sorghum.

Some cry and feel sorry for the mighty sacrifice of Rohingyu; others kneel on their decks and pray for the cowardly forgiveness of the Great God of Machinery and Steam; others shush that the faithful who remain in the city will not be better, and tens of thousands of heads will fall to the ground; and others look angrily at Gus and Grey, implicitly questioning why the two “sons” and “daughters” have failed to show their “divine power", but are like two ordinary children, without any use whatsoever.