Chapter 3477: Enemy of Iron Fist (Forty-Four) defeated (1/2)

For a time, the entire street was enveloped by fire, steam, and huge cannon fragments that overwhelmed the sky and scattered flowers.

The admirers of the mechanical demon and the steam demon were first cooked by the hot steam, and then broken and fractured by the screaming and flying fragments, riddled with holes, and their internal organs were boiled.

Several brawny men who were originally responsible for towing the giant steam cannon, were the closest to the exploding steam ball and the high-pressure chamber, and were simply blown to pieces. They couldn't even find half a complete bone. The scene was horrible.

Although Gus and Grey were reminded by Lu Qingchen to find a place to hide first.

It was still lifted by the scorching air wave, as if being hit **** the back, vomiting blood while rolling.

Fortunately, people around and on the ground served as soft pads, and the two elder brothers and sisters did not break their muscles and fractures.

After digging out their buzzing ears, they heard screams from all around, like howling ghosts and wolves.

——Not only the physical pain, but also the idea that ”The God of Steam has abandoned us” or ”The God of Steam is not the opponent of the Fist God” caused the zealots to completely break down their spirits and screamed hysterical.

Immediately afterwards, a hot blood rain began to ”crack” in the sky.

It was countless mad believers who were blown up into the air and fell apart.

Gus wants to vomit.

Suddenly fell into a nightmare.

Looking around, in the world where the steam was tumbling, all the mad believers who were originally imposing like a rainbow were weeping, crawling all over the floor, kneeling towards the giant steam cannon twisted into wreckage, and even turned their heads and ran away.

Just like a seemingly raging wave, after hitting the breakwater fiercely, the breakwater remained motionless, but the wave fell apart and rolled back.

Three guns, just three shellings, and a few breaths, this ”vigorous” uprising was on the verge of collapse under the suppression of the mighty power of the **** of fist.

”Patter!”

At this time, half of Luo Xinglong's body fell from the sky, and fell in front of the two siblings of Gus vaguely.

He was like a cooked prawn, his red skin was steaming hot, his body was covered with metal fragments, and one eyeball was shot exploding, revealing a black hole.

The body below the waist was missing, and his internal organs flowed into a mess. The injury was so severe that he was not dead yet, and his one eye was filled with surprise and confusion. It took a long time to refocus on Gus and Grey, the ”Saint Son” and the ”Saint Woman”.

”run.”

He fixedly looked at Gus, as if he smiled a little embarrassedly, and said softly, ”Run, go to the south, find the Steam Army, we...we will definitely win, one day, we will!”