Chapter 3507

"How can there be so many people?"

Looking at a pair of eyes with different colors, shining with the light known as "expectation", it seems to turn into thousands of hot hands, to hold him high on the altar, Gus has mixed feelings, as if he had passed away.

Only three months ago, he was just a nobody who suffered from bullying and ridicule in a small northern town. He was a light dust dancing with the wind and a chess piece who didn't know why he was born and why he fought.

Now, there are so many people who believe from the bottom of their heart that he is the "Holy Son" who can save the world and lead them to find the Savior of survival and fighting significance.

And he, as they expected, really knew what kind of mission he was shouldering and where he was going?

Gus clenched his lips and swallowed the bewildered and helpless smile.

With a wave of his arm, the young man's face is full of determination. He deceives himself and leads many desperate steam believers to move on.

Close, close, they're getting closer to the main battlefield.

This can be proved by the increasing roar of the earth and the increasing bloody smell in the air.

The main battlefield is only one step away from them. At this distance, the fighting sounds of both sides are like magic sounds. People can't help shorting their breath, numbing their scalp and clenching their fists tightly.

And the layer upon layer of bloody smell is even more intense to condense into the dense red yarn, which makes people fall into the devil's cave and can't move.

There are more and more fragmented bodies ahead.

And warped, burning war machines.

The dignified or exquisite robes of the priests in the temple of boxing were trampled in the mud by a pair of iron feet, and the flesh and blood of the priests were trampled into colorful meat cakes.

The broken bones of human beings prick the steam boiler into a bee nest full of holes. The originally high pitched and sharp whistle can only give out a whimper because of air leakage.

The iron fist army and the steam army were mortal enemies. They tried every means to kill each other - chopping and chopping, steam roaring, even picking with their fingers, biting and tearing each other's throats, drinking each other's blood, until they entangled each other's throats and fell into a non-existent hell.

After their death, their bodies intertwined with each other seem to be lovers who will never die. They are even burned into a group of strange statues.

The closer you step forward, the denser and denser the grotesque statues are, and the ground under people's feet becomes softer and softer. Here is literally "a sea of corpses and blood". When you step down, you can feel the mud soaked in blood, which has no ankles, and you can even feel the sharp and broken bones under the mud.

Gus looked out into the distance.

Ahead is a valley.

Yesterday morning, an iron fist army was ambushed by the steam army while crossing the valley, causing heavy losses.

In order to save the besieged soldiers, all the iron fisted soldiers, like enraged wasps, approached the valley one after another, trying to swallow the ambush.

The ambush did not want to be outdone by calling in reinforcements, which eventually triggered a chain reaction and led to the main forces of both sides.

Naturally, the small valley can not accommodate the decisive battle between the two main forces.

After a day and night of fierce fighting, the main battlefield has shifted to the plain north of the valley.

The valley, which was almost drowned by blood and corpses, was ignored by both sides.

Andre from Gus's side has a lot of combat experience.

Instead of rushing through the valley, some brave veterans under Gus, grey and Andre climbed the mountains on both sides to check the fighting situation of the main battlefield north of the valley.

Even though Gus is mentally prepared.

But when he really stood out on the top of the mountain, overlooking the battlefield, he was still deeply shocked and couldn't get back to God for a long time.

Presented in front of him was the bloody battlefield stretching for tens of miles.

After a day and night of fierce fighting, constant exploration, interleaving, pushing and rolling, the battle lines of both sides all lost their clear boundaries and smooth command, showing a form of crisscross teeth and entanglement.

It's like two seriously injured animals are even more ferocious. The wild animals that stir up all their hunting instincts use the most primitive and violent way to bite and take out each other's internal organs.

Such a war is out of order and beauty.

There's nothing to do with "glory", "glory", "the will of the true God"... And so on.

It's disgustingly ugly.

On the battlefield cut to pieces, Gus saw hundreds of steam soldiers carrying chain crossbows, carrying fire oil pumps and barking at several boxing Temple priests.

Although the Temple priests were divided and surrounded, they were happy and fearless, just like the reefs surrounded by the tide.

They were all shining with inviolable golden awns, as if they were really blessed by the God of boxing. Every punch and every foot, they all blew out the momentum of sweeping the whole army, and turned the crazy steam army into blood and meat pie.

No matter how many times the tide strikes, it is impossible to break the reef.

But the temple priest is not a real rock after all.

What's more, the crazy will of steam believers is like a blazing flame, even steel can melt.

It's not a metaphor, but a literal meaning - dozens of fanatical believers light the fire oil in the pump, and then turn themselves into flaming torches. In this way, they approach the Temple priests. More believers concentrate on serial crossbows, steam guns and fire pumps, and sweep them head on. Finally, they defeat the defense line and will of the Temple priests, Turn yourself and your opponent into a shining spark in a sea of blood.

On the other front, Gus saw ugly war machines like black iron castles.

They are like the upgraded version of the steam cannon that Gus saw in Qianyuan city. The rusty iron plates are simply and roughly connected together by numerous rivets, and powered by steam furnaces with "squeaking" sound and air leakage everywhere.

Because of the insufficient combustion, the war machinery is surrounded by strong black smoke, like a black dragon of fire.

Such a simple design and assembly process does not damage its power. Every roar of the steam cannon will open a bloody road ahead. The ordinary iron fist army with low strength can not bear the power of one shot. Before it is divided into four parts, the viscera will turn into a bubble of pus and blood. Even the powerful priest of the fist temple is often broken by heavy artillery, Paralyzed on the ground, we can only watch the tracks of war machines roll over, crushing them and their beliefs into mud.