Chapter 3508: The Enemy of Iron Fist (75) Please God (1/2)

Dozens of self-propelled giant steam cannons, like dozens of death harvesters harvesting lives and souls, plowed dozens of scarlet gullies on the battlefield, filled with flesh and viscera. It looked like dozens of arrows that went forward, toward the core of the Iron Fist Army's battle formation, and fiercely projected past them.

However, in Gus's opinion, the unstoppable steel arrow, even if it can penetrate dozens of lines of defense of the Iron Fist army, is inexplicably slow or even stagnant near the core. After a short time, it ejected from the inside. The normal flames and smoke collapsed like clumsy toys.

Immediately afterwards, from the remains of these huge steam cannons turned into scraps of copper and iron, a famous golden mang will often fly out, transforming into various forms of vindictiveness and war flames, majestic, and peerless like the arrival of heavenly soldiers. The strong.

It seemed that these powerful men didn't know when they got into the steam cannon and exploded the indestructible steel fortress from the inside easily.

And the source of these peerless powerhouses...

Gus squinted his eyes and saw a majestic and magnificent platform standing at the core of the Iron Fist Army's battle formation.

It looked like a square pyramid, a combination of an altar and a palace. On the top of the pyramid stood a lifelike statue of the **** of fist, but it was full of anger and thunderous appearance.

At the foot of the statue, there is a square platform. Hundreds of high-ranking priests of the Temple of Fist, all sitting cross-legged, praying devoutly.

They were expressionless, their eyes were calm, and there was no wave of waves, as if they had not seen the bows and arrows and shells around them like gusts of rain, but also as if they firmly believed that under the majesty of the **** of fist, any enemy is a joker. , Can not set off a real storm.

Accompanied by the singing of hundreds of high-ranking priests, waves visible to the naked eye really stirred up around the pyramid, like a pale golden wave, which not only boosted the morale of all the iron fist soldiers around, but even gathered together. A faint golden beam of light shot straight above the sky.

It was as if hundreds of high-ranking priests were using their lives and the most pious beliefs to call to the supreme **** in their hearts and pray for the power of the gods.

This is a world where gods really exist.

The prayers of the high-ranking priests were quickly answered.

I saw the black sky above the sky where no lightning and stars could be seen. Along with the light golden beam of light continued to shine, a light golden vortex was slowly forming, and soon, clusters of light more dazzling than the stars followed the beam of light. Teleported down, one by one input into the body of the pious high-ranking priest.

”Ah ah ah ah ah!”

The high-ranking priests who were still expressionless just now, as if they were mechanical, uttered extremely refreshing roars, their figures skyrocketed at a horrible speed visible to the naked eye, their skins showing a variety of metallic luster, and even mysterious and complicated runes appeared. .

When Huo Ran got up, their aura was more than ten times that of just now. They were no longer like normal human beings. They looked like moving towers or hills. When faced with the giant steam cannons tens of meters high, they were blessed by the gods. Fist can be confronted head-on.

”These... bastards, really gained the power of the **** of fist!”

Andre, who was watching the battle next to Gus, looked pale.

As a diehard believer in the cult of machinery and steam, Andre has always sneered at many beliefs and legends in the Temple of Fist.

According to legend, as a high-ranking priest of the boxing temple, as long as the faith is firm enough, the body is strong enough, and the situation is critical enough-at this time, praying as much as possible and willing to pay the price of life, it is possible to guide the boxing god. Part of the power poured into his body, turning himself into a container of the ”power of the fist”, a ”projection” of the fist walking and fighting on the earth.