Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - z313

“Even … so many people?”

Looking at a pair of eyes with different colored eyes, the light named “Expectation” shone like thousands of pairs of hot hands. If he wanted to hold him high on the altar, Gus had mixed feelings.

Just three months ago, he was just a nameless man in a small town in the north who was bullied and ridiculed. He was a dusty man who danced with the wind. He was born as a chessman who did not know why.

But now, there are so many people who believe from the bottom of his heart that he can save the world and is the savior who can lead them to find the meaning of survival and fighting.

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

Gus bit his lip heavily and swallowed the confused and helpless wry smile into his stomach.

With a wave of his arm, the teenager’s face was absolutely decisive, and he deceived many vagrant steam believers and continued to move forward.

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

This can be proved from the growing roar of the earth and the growing **** smell in the air.

The main battlefield was only one step away from them. At this distance, the killing sounds of both the enemy and us were like enchanting brains, which made people breathless, scalp numb, and their fists clenched tightly.

The layered **** smell is so strong that it condenses into a red veil, which makes it difficult to walk.

More and more shattered corpses appeared ahead.

There are war machines that are distorted and burning.

The priests of the Boxing Shrine or the majestic or exquisite tabards were trampled in the mud by a pair of iron feet, and the flesh and blood of the priests were trampled into a group of colorful meat cakes.

The broken bones of humans stabbed the steam boiler into a horrible honeycomb. The original high-pitched whistle, because of the air leak, could only emit a sobbing cry.

The Iron Fist and the Steam Army were dead enemies who died together. They used every means to put each other to death-chopping axe chops, steam roaring, and even pulling with their fingers, biting with their teeth, tearing each other’s throats. They drank each other’s blood until they tangled in each other’s throats and fell into the non-existent **** together.

After the death, the entangled bodies of them seemed to be the lasting, love-loving couples, and even the strange flames of the fire were burned by the flames.

The closer you go, the more strange and strange statues become denser, and the ground under everyone’s feet is getting softer and softer-here is literally the “corpse mountain blood sea”. The **** soaked sludge has no ankles, and you can even feel the sharp and fine broken bones under the sludge.

Gus looked into the distance.

A valley ahead.

Early in the morning yesterday, an Tekken army was ambush by the Steam Army while crossing the valley, and suffered heavy losses.

In order to save the besieged soldiers, the Tekken Army approached the valley like an angry wasp, trying to swallow the ambush.

The ambusher also reluctantly called for reinforcements, and finally triggered a chain reaction, leading to the main force of both sides.

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

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

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

Andre’s side of Gus has a wealth of combat experience.

They did not rush through the valley. Instead, several brave and veteran soldiers under Gus, Gray, and Andre first climbed the peaks on both sides to see the battlefield north of the valley.

Although Gus was fully prepared.

But when he really stood on the top of the mountain, overlooked from the distance, overlooking the battlefield, he was still deeply shocked and could not return to God for a long time.

Presenting in front of him was a **** battlefield for tens of miles.

After a day and night of fierce battle, continuous trials, interspersing, advancing, and crushing, the battle fronts on both sides lost their clear borders and smooth command, showing the form of intertwined dogs and entanglement.

It was like the two heads were seriously injured, but they were even more ferocious, spurring all the hunting instinct beasts, using the most primitive and violent methods, biting and pulling out each other’s internal organs.

Such a war has no rules and beauty.

No one can think of anything related to “glory”, “glory”, “the will of the true God” … and so on.

Instead it was ugly and disgusting.

On the battlefield that was cut to pieces, Gus saw hundreds of steam armies carrying a series of crossbows carrying fire oil pans on their shoulders, blamefully leaping towards several boxing shrine priests.

Although these boxing shrine priests were divided and surrounded, they seemed not afraid, like a reef surrounded by tide.

Their entire body shone with Ling Ran’s inviolable Jin Mang, as if they were really blessed by the God of Boxing. Every punch and every foot blasted the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops, and the crazy steam army was blasted into blood and water. meat pie.

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

But the Boxer Shrine priest is not a real reef after all.

What’s more, the madness of the steam believers is like a hot flame, even steel can be melted.

Not a metaphor, but literally-dozens of zealous believers ignite the oil in the urn, even with their own torch, this approach approached the priest of the Boxing Shrine, and more believers concentrated on the serial A crossbow, a steam gun, and a fire-breathing cannon swept across them, and finally, they defeated the priest ’s defense and will, and turned themselves and their opponents into a **** sea of ​​corpses, a shining spark. .

On the other front, Gus saw ugly war machinery like ugly black iron castles.

They are like the upgraded version of the steam cannon that Gus saw in Qianyuan City. The rusty iron plates are simply and rudely connected by countless rivets, and the air leaks from one to the other, making them squeak. Powered by a steam stove.

Because of insufficient combustion, the dark black smoke surrounds the war machinery, like a black spitfire dragon.

Such a humble design and assembly process does not harm its power. Every roar of the steam cannon will open a path of flesh and blood flying in the front. The ordinary iron fist army with low strength cannot hold up the power of a cannon. Before it was torn apart, the internal organs turned into a bubble of pus and blood. Even the powerful priests of the Boxing Shrine were often broken by heavy artillery and fractured, slumped to the ground, and could only watch the tracks of the war machinery, and they were crushed by the mountains. Come here and crush them all and their faith.