Chapter 3507: The Enemy of Iron Fist (Seventy Four) Decisive Battle (1/2)

”Unexpectedly... there are so many people?”

Seeing a pair of eyes with different colors, shining with the light called ”Expectation”, as if turning into thousands of pairs of hot hands, trying to lift him up to the altar, Gus had mixed feelings, as if a world away.

Only three months ago, he was just an unknown person in a northern town who was bullied and ridiculed. He was a light dust dancing in the wind, a chess piece who was born for some reason and fought for some reason.

And now, there are so many people who believe from the bottom of their hearts that he is the ”Holy Son” who can save the world and the savior who can lead them to find the meaning of survival and fighting.

And he, as they expected it to be so clear, what kind of mission is he shouldering, and where is he going?

Gus bit his lip heavily and swallowed a bitter smile full of confusion and helplessness.

With a wave of his arm, the young man's face was decisive, and he deceived himself and led many desperate Steam Cultists to move on.

Near, near, they are getting closer and closer to the main battlefield.

This can be proved by the increasingly violent roar of the earth and the increasingly strong smell of blood in the air.

The main battlefield is only one step away from them. At this distance, the fighting sounds of the enemy and us are like magic sounds, making people unable to help their breath, scalp numb, and fists clenched together.

The layered **** smell is so strong that it is condensed into a red yarn-like entanglement, which is like falling into a devil's cave, and it is difficult to move every step of the way.

More and more fragmented corpses appeared in the front.

There are also war machines that are distorted, deformed, and burning.

The priests of the Fist Temple or their majestic or exquisite battle robes were trampled in the mud by a pair of iron feet, and the flesh and blood of the priests were trampled into a ball of colorful patties.

The broken bones of humans pierced the steam boiler into a battered honeycomb. The original high-pitched and sharp steam whistle could only give out the sobs of ghosts and wolfs because of leaks.

The Iron Fist Army and the Steam Army were deadly enemies before they were alive. They used all means to put each other to death-knives and axes, steam roaring, and even picking with fingers, biting with teeth, tearing each other’s throats, pain Drinking each other's blood until they entangled each other's throat tightly, and fell into a **** that didn't exist together.

After their death, their entwined corpses looked like couples who died in love until they died, and they were even burned into a group of inseparable and strange statues.

As you get closer, the twisted and weird statues are getting denser and denser, and the ground under everyone’s feet is getting softer and softer—this is the literal ”sea of ​​corpse mountain and blood”. The soaked mud has no ankles, and you can even feel the sharp and fine broken bones under the mud.

Gus looked far away.

In front is a valley.

Early yesterday morning, an Iron Fist army was ambushed by the Steam Army while crossing this valley, and suffered heavy losses.

In order to save the besieged remnants, all Iron Fist troops approached the valley like angered wasps, trying to swallow the ambushers in one bite.

Not to be outdone, the ambushers summoned reinforcements, and finally triggered a chain reaction, leading to the main force of both sides.

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