Chapter 3466: Tekken Enemy (Thirty-three) flyer (1/2)

For a while, the crowd was in an uproar.

Many devout followers of Fist God pulled out their fists and glared at here.

There were also people who showed horror on their faces, and were frightened by the arrogance of the mechanical and steam cultists in front of the Fist God statue in broad daylight.

Not far away, a group of guards with sturdy backs, eyes like copper bells, bulging temples pushed away the crowd, and rushed towards the infidel.

This guy turned a blind eye, still cried out the different port number unconsciously, and kept tossing paper.

Straw paper fell like snowflakes one after another.

Most devout believers are afraid of snakes and scorpions, avoiding them as if the paper is poisonous.

However, there are a very small number of people who can hardly resist the temptation of curiosity. They secretly grabbed the paper, took a few glances, and quickly threw them aside, then stepped on their feet nonchalantly to prove their innocence.

Gus swallowed and seized one secretly.

The straw paper is very rough, with a few very simple words written on it, which means ”the old **** is dead, and the new **** should stand”.

But there is also a so-called ”Steam God Cult” pattern printed below. It is a huge steam engine, driving eight mechanical arms, like a steel troll with teeth and claws.

The pattern is quite exquisite, the lines are very thin, criss-cross, even on the rough paper, the ink does not faint.

Gus looked at it, and the other papyrus had exactly the same pattern.

Use your toes to stack two pieces of straw paper together, the two patterns are exactly the same, and each line can match.

This shows that this pattern is not drawn.

Instead, it was printed directly with a printing machine.

Gus had seen something similar to a printing machine in his father's notes, which was a large machine with a sophisticated structure.

The pagan actually had the strength to hide a printing press in Qianyuan City. This knowledge made Gus's heart startled.

At this time, the guards rushed forward and pressed down the guy who was distributing the flyers.

Like a few bears, crushing a sheep, barely crushing this guy to death.

But this guy really has a bit of unending spirit, under the crush of hundreds of kilograms of muscle lumps, he still screams unconsciously.

It was just a sharp and thin shout, completely meaningless, like a person whose tongue had been cut off, casting the most vicious curse on the sky.

Gus and Grey looked at each other.

Look at the sky again.

It is daytime now.

But the crack in the sky that can be seen in Chijin Town has become more and more obvious, like a huge smiling mouth, mocking the weakness of Fist God.

”This world is about to collapse.”

For no reason, Gus remembered Lu Qingchen's words again.

I don’t know if the world has collapsed, but the activities of the members of the Mechanical and Steam Cult are indeed becoming more and more rampant, and the control of the Fist Temple is indeed getting weaker and weaker.

Gus and Grey looked blankly at the guy distributing the flyers being dragged away by the guards.

A sinuous and strong bloodstain was left on the ground.