40,000 Years of Cultivation

"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.

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

This valley, almost flooded with blood and corpses, was ignored by both sides.

Andre on Gus's side has rich combat experience.

They did not rush through the valley. Instead, Gus, Grey, and Andre’s several brave and skilled veterans climbed up the peaks on both sides to check the battle situation on the main battlefield north of the valley.

Although Gus has made enough mental preparations.

But when he really stood on the top of the mountain, looking far away, overlooking the battlefield, he was still deeply shocked, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

What appeared before his eyes was a **** battlefield that stretched for dozens of miles.

After a whole day and night of fierce battles, constantly testing, interspersing, advancing and crushing, the battle formations of both sides have lost their clear boundaries and smooth command, showing a form of canine teeth and entanglement.

It's like being seriously injured on both heads, but even more ferocious, spurring all the beasts of hunting instincts, using the most primitive and violent way to bite and take out the other's internal organs.

This kind of war has no rules and beauty.

People can't think of anything related to "glory", "brilliance", "the will of the true God"... and so on.

It was disgustingly ugly.

On the fragmented battlefield, Gus saw hundreds of steam soldiers carrying serial crossbows, carrying kerosene pumps on their shoulders, and yelling at several priests of the Fist Temple.

Although these priests of the Boxing Temple were divided and surrounded, they seemed to be happy and undaunted, like a reef surrounded by tides.

All of them were shining with Ling Ran’s inviolable golden light, as if they were really blessed by the **** of fist. Every punch and every kick exploded with the momentum of sweeping the army, and the steam army blasted into blood and water. meat pie.

Just like no matter how many times the tide hits, it is impossible to wash the reef down.

But the priest of the Fist Temple is not a real reef after all.

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

Not a metaphor, but a literal meaning-dozens of fanatical believers lit the kerosene in the pump, and even turned themselves into a flaming torch, using this method to approach the priests of the Fist Temple, and more believers concentrated on the serial crossbow. , Steam guns and fire-breathing pumps swept across at them. Finally, they defeated the line of defense and will of the priests of the Fist Temple, turning themselves and their opponents into a shining spark in the blood of the corpse mountain.

On the other front, Gus saw ugly war machines like dark 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 rudely connected by countless rivets, and the air leaks everywhere and "creaks". The steam oven provides power.

Because of insufficient combustion, thick black smoke surrounds the war machine, like a black fire-breathing dragon.

Such a simple design and assembly process does not detract from its power. Every roar of the giant steam cannon will open a **** road ahead. The low-powered ordinary iron fist cannot hold the power of a single shot. Before they fell apart, the internal organs turned into a bubble of pus and blood. Even the powerful priests of the temple of fist were often broken and fractured by heavy shelling. They were slumped to the ground, and they could only watch the tracks of the war machine, crushing the mountains and the sea. Come here and crush them and their beliefs into mud.