Chapter 3479: The enemy of iron fist (forty-six) breakthrough (1/2)

The trance and mysterious expression on the young man's face added a bit of inhuman temperament to him.

He seems to be controlled by some mysterious power, or that there are gods and demons from a higher dimension, descending into his weak body.

This kind of temperament made those fanatics who wanted to step forward to question him, feeling inexplicable heart palpitations and fear, and couldn't help but want to kneel down in front of the teenager and worship his toes.

Not to mention, the triple heavy Vulcan cannon carried by the teenager.

The length of this super weapon from a higher dimension has far exceeded the limit that the back basket can be loaded.

It's as if the boy's back basket is connected to a different dimension, and the deadliest weapon in **** can be extracted infinitely from it.

And on the surface of this peerless weapon, neither half of the gear nor the slightest seam can be seen, and there is no half of the hissing steam.

At first glance, it doesn't look like the creations of mechanical monsters and steam monsters familiar to fanatics.

But in the silver light, lingering over machinery and steam, devastating destructive power.

Opposite them, on the tower across the big river, hundreds of archers have tightened their bowstrings and hitched their arrows.

Half of the feather arrows were also covered with greased cloth strips, which were ignited by torches and turned into flaming rockets.

In the light of the fire, there are the pious, indifferent and cruel faces of the officers of the Iron Fist Army.

Behind them, another high priest of the Fist Temple raised his fist high, and he was about to fall heavily, and a thousand arrows were fired, killing all the evil spirits who tried to blaspheme the true god's majesty.

At this moment, time seems to stand still.

Even the surging ripples in the big river were squeezed by the murderous auras of both sides that were tightened to the limit, and solidified into rigid ripples.

The corners of the mouths of all the Iron Fist soldiers evoked a cold smile.

The pupils of all the fanatics have all shrunk to the limit.

The **** of fist and the **** of steam, as if looking at the fierce battle in the world through the dark clouds in the sky, like two chess players, frowning, condescending, looking at a few vital chess pieces, making a silent collision.

The high priest of the Fist Temple finally waved his fist.

However, before his arm fell, the young man whose devil had descended into his body had already pulled the trigger first.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The bright fireworks that did not belong to this world bloomed like a devil's grinning once again, burning everyone's retina and tearing their eardrums to pieces.

In an instant, regardless of the Iron Fist Army or the Steam Army, everything within the horizon changed from orange to crimson, from crimson to pale, and from pale to eternal darkness.

They all became blind, and they could only hear the roar of spring thunder in their ears, perceive the vibration of ten thousand horses, and then the screams of eighteen layers of hell.

Something was blown up in the air, and then fell apart in the air, falling into the big river like a flaming goddess scattered flowers, the river water was boiled, and it made a sound of ”chichichi”, bursting out wisps of blood mixed with a strong smell of blood. The white smoke stimulated their nasal mucosa and sneezed one after another.