Luo Xinglong also tied a black cloth to his forehead and handed the two black cloths to Gus and Grey's hands.

Many believers looked at the two siblings with bright eyes.

The two siblings looked at each other, and both picked up black cloth and tied it to their foreheads.

The underground space is full of joy.

"Giant cannon! Giant cannon! Giant cannon!"

Someone shouted.

Accompanied by a thunderous drum sound, a steam cannon composed of countless steam balloons, pipes, gears and chains, like a giant steel beast, was pushed out of the secret warehouse by nearly a hundred strong men with high muscles.

Luo Xinglong pulled the two siblings, stepped on the gears, and boarded the steam cannon.

"Do it!"

He shouted majesticly.

...

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

It was the most important and tragic day in Qianyuan City in tens of thousands of years.

From the morning, a large group of loyal Iron Fist Army belonging to the Fist Temple was rushing around in the streets and alleys.

They used their fists cast by copper and iron to open the doors of one household after another, and suddenly they made a mess and cried.

In a moment, people who were beaten to the point of being blue and swollen, suspected to be evil believers were dragged away by them like a dog, leaving only shocking blood marks on the rough bluestone slabs.

The city was in a big way. In the afternoon, the streets and alleys were talking, and almost all the people knew about the rampant things of the machinery and steam sect. When they thought of the lightning that appeared in the sky and the legendary "Son" and "Saint Maiden" were born, there were many different opinions, people were panic, and the ominous atmosphere rippled over the city like haze.

Many guys who were hiding among the onlookers and looked gloomy, gathered together in the eyes, whispering to discuss something.

These people spread like viruses and gathered together quietly, like a trickle of water converging into an ocean that was about to stir up storms.

When the Fist Temple found that something was wrong and tried to issue a ban to keep all residents at home obediently, it was too late.

It was almost dusk and suddenly—

"Woo!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

In more than a dozen places in the city, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the towering chimneys!

The steam-driven whistle makes a roar that penetrates the clouds and breaks into the sky, which is a brain-piercing magic sound that has never appeared in the world of Fist God in ancient times.

The sound instantly spread throughout the city, creepy, but it couldn't help but feel excited, as if seeing the old world collapsed and the dawn of the new world came.

The whistle is the command.

For a time, the death squad members of the Machinery and Steam Cult who had already secretly gathered at the granary in the south of Qianyuan City jumped out under the leadership of the bald giant "Talong" and charged towards the granary like crazy.

The ones guarding the granary are naturally elite soldiers and powerful generals of the Iron Fist Army.

But due to faith, it is impossible for them to use long-range weapons such as bows, crossbows, catapults, etc., and they can only watch the red-eyed fanatics form a black frenzy and crush them.

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

The first move was the crazy believers. They would not talk to the Iron Fist Army about the demeanor of being close-killing. Everyone was a double-held serial crossbow. During the charge, each person fired at least a dozen or twenty crossbow arrows. The arrowheads were painted with purple phosphorus that burned when they saw the wind, and the arrow shaft was soaked in tung oil, which was extremely easy to burn.

As a result, the crossbow arrows in the sky burned wildly in the air, turning into a rain of shooting stars and smashing them down.

Even the Iron Fist Army guarding the granary were all steel and iron bones, and had protective energy, and were shot in a mess by these rockets.

Not to mention that many crossbow arrows fell into the granary behind them, gradually turning into a fire that was out of control.

After shooting a round of crossbow arrows, the crazy believers had no time to re-wind the strings, so they simply threw down the crossbow arrows and held up the turbulent oil pump made of thick bamboo and wood behind them.

These pumps are filled with tinder oil. Through exquisite mechanical pressing, the tinder oil can be sprayed out thirty or fifty feet with just a gentle press of the wrench below.

Dozens of crazy believers swept wildly with pumps at the same time. A large amount of black tincture oil was pouring like a rainstorm, sticking to the Iron Fist Army, as well as the gate and walls of the grain warehouse behind them. They could not be shaken off or washed clean. The originally small flames grew into fire dragons with claws almost instantly and rushed towards the Iron Fist Army.

The poor iron fist army, whose steel bars and bones that have been hard for more than ten or even decades, are not much different from ordinary people in the face of the power of adding fuel to the fire.

Many iron fist soldiers screamed and ran and rolled unconsciously, but the ground was covered with tinder oil. Their struggle could only intensify the fire and expand the range until they burned themselves into carbon balls.

There are also masters in the Iron Fist Army who realize the danger at the first time, and use their lightning-fast body technique to jump high and avoid the attacks of crossbow arrows and sulphurs.

But such masters are the few of them after all - because the Fist Temple forbids machinery and steam related products, most of the Iron Fist Army have never seen crossbow arrows before, and they don’t know what the tinder oil pump is. When they see the big bamboo pump carried by the crazy believers, who would have thought it would be such a vicious weapon?

These masters who dodge crossbow arrows and sulphur oil attacks have to face another peerless weapon that is inhumane, which is the high-pressure steam gun.

——Use steam balloons to store the compressed steam to the extreme, then connect it to a sealed steel pipe, which is filled with metal projectiles, and then fills the gap with fine soft items such as feathers.

Use such a high-pressure steam gun to aim at the enemy, pull the trigger, and the high-pressure steam will be released instantly, and metal projectiles will gush out like magma, like a shotgun in another world, with a huge range of strikes.

The suicide squad led by Tyrone is prepared.

They were carefully planning how to capture the granary a year or two in advance.

I also have a very careful understanding of the Iron Fist Army masters guarding this place.

More than a dozen steam guns shot at different angles, almost blocking all the ways of the Iron Fist Army masters.

Suddenly, several masters were shot and were full of holes. No matter how much they protected their bodies, they were blown away by the power of steam.

Even though steel bars and iron bones could save their lives, hundreds of metal projectiles were embedded in flesh and blood and even bones, and they still screamed in pain. Life was worse than death and basically lost their combat effectiveness.

Tailong took advantage of the situation to lead a large number of suicide squadrons into the burning granary, making the fire even more arrogant.
Chapter completed!