Chapter 3472: Enemy of Iron Fist (Thirty-nine) Fire Dragon (1/2)

Luo Xinglong himself tied a black cloth on his forehead, and handed two black cloths to Gus and Grey.

Many believers looked at the two siblings with piercing eyes.

The two siblings looked at each other, and both picked up the black cloth and tied it to their foreheads.

The underground space is full of jubilation.

”Great cannon! Great cannon! Great cannon!”

Someone shouted.

Accompanied by a thunderous drum, a giant steam cannon made up of countless steam balls, pipes, gears and chains, like a giant steel beast, was pushed out of the secret warehouse by nearly a hundred strong men with high muscles. .

Luo Xinglong pulled the two siblings, stepped on gears, and boarded the giant steam cannon.

”Do it!”

He shouted imposingly.

...

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

It was the most important and tragic day in Qianyuan City for thousands of years.

Starting in the morning, there has been a brigade affiliated with the Temple of Fist, and the loyal iron fist army rushed violently in the streets and alleys.

They blasted open the doors of one house after another with their fists cast in copper and iron, and they suddenly made noise and cries.

Suddenly, people who were beaten with bruises and swollen faces, who were suspected of being evil believers, were dragged away by them as if they were dragged to death, leaving only shocking bloodstains on the rough bluestone slab.

This time, the whole city was full of noise and noise. In the afternoon, there was a lot of discussion in the streets and alleys. Almost all the people knew about the raging things of machinery and steam, and they thought of the lightning that appeared in the sky, and the legendary ” The ”Saint Son” and the ”Saint Woman” were born, and the opinions were divergent for a while, and the people were panicked.

And many guys with gloomy faces among the onlookers gathered together in the exchange of eyes, whispering to each other, discussing something.

These people spread like a virus, and gathered together in a calm manner, like a trickle converging into an ocean that is about to set off a stormy sea.

When the Fist Temple found that something was wrong and tried to issue a ban so that all the residents of the city would stay at home obediently, it was too late.

As dusk approaches, suddenly--

”Woo!”

”Ohh Ohh ohh!”

In more than a dozen places in the city, from the towering chimneys, suddenly there was a sharp siren!

The steam-driven siren emits a scream that pierces through the clouds and cracks the sky. It is a magic sound that has never appeared in the world of Fist.

This sound spread all over the city in an instant, terrifying, but it couldn't help but the blood was boiling, as if seeing the old world collapse and the dawn of the new world.

The whistle is the command.