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Dozens of self-propelled steam cannons, like dozens of death harvesters that were reaping lives and souls, plowed dozens of bloody ravines on the battlefield. The ravines that were filled with flesh and internal organs were like dozens of unstoppable arrows that were thrown at the core of the Iron Fist Legion.2

However, in Gus' eyes, the unstoppable iron arrows, even though they could pierce through dozens of defense lines of the Iron Fist Legion, somehow slowed down and even came to a halt when they were close to the center. Not long after, abnormal flames and smoke spurted out from the inside of the iron arrows and collapsed like clumsy toys.

Then, from the debris of the steam cannons that had turned into scrap, unparalleled experts in the form of gold aura and flames would often fly out.

It seemed that the experts had crawled into the steam cannons and blown up the iron fortress from the inside easily.

And the origin of these peerless experts…

Gus squinted and saw a magnificent platform at the center of the Iron Fist Legion.

It looked like a square pyramid, a combination of an altar and a palace. On the top of the pyramid stood a vivid statue of the Fist God, whose eyes were wide open in fury.

At the foot of the statue was a square platform on which hundreds of high priests of the Temple of Fist were sitting cross-legged and praying.

Their faces were emotionless, and their eyes were tranquil without the slightest ripple. It was as if they didn't see the storm-like arrows and cannonballs around them, or as if they firmly believed that any enemy would be a clown under the might of the Fist God and wouldn't be able to cause any real trouble.

Along with the chanting of hundreds of high-level priests, waves visible to the naked eye were indeed raised around the pyramid, which surged back and forth like a bright gold tide. Not only was the morale of all the soldiers of the Iron Fist Legion greatly boosted, they even congregated into a bright gold pillar that soared into the sky.

It was as if hundreds of high priests were calling for the supreme god in their hearts with their lives and their most sincere beliefs, begging for the power of the god.

This was a world where gods truly existed.

The high priests' prayers were soon answered.

In the darkness, one could not see the lightning or the stars in the sky. As the bright gold pillar of light continued shining, a bright gold swirl was being generated. Very soon, clusters of brightness that were even more dazzling than the stars were transmitted down along the pillar of light into the bodies of the loyal high priests.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

The emotionless, mechanical high priests all roared delightedly. Their bodies expanded at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye. Their skin was covered in various metal colors, and complicated runes were even appearing on them.

When they suddenly stood up, their aura was more than ten times more intimidating than before. They were no longer human beings but moving towers or hills. When they were faced with the steam cannons dozens of meters tall, they could confront the enemy head-on with their fists blessed by the gods.

"These… bastards have really received the power of the Fist God!"

Andre, who was observing the battle next to Gus, turned pale.

As hardcore believers of the Machinery and the Church of Steam, Andre had always despised many beliefs and legends of the Fist Temple.

It was said that, as a high-level priest of the Temple of Fist, as long as his belief was firm enough, his body was strong enough, and his situation was critical enough, if he prayed with all his might and was willing to pay the price with his life, part of the power of the Fist God might be guided into his body and turn him into a container of the Fist God's power, a projection of the Fist God walking and fighting in the human world.

Of course, the body of an ordinary person could not withstand the power of the Fist God for too long. After a fierce battle, even if they were not killed, their veins and nerves would be broken and they would become cripples.

But for the priests of the Temple of Fist who considered serving the Fist God to be the only meaning of their life, it would be the greatest honor even if the power of the Fist God could only stay inside their body for one second.

They wouldn't care about any side effects.

Even if they were going to be blown to smithereens, they would gladly accept it.

Right now, the hundreds of high priests of the Temple of Fist were praying to the gods wholeheartedly and asking for their invincible strength.

Andre had never believed in the existence of the Fist God.

Alright. Even if the Fist God did exist, he was like an arrow at the end of its flight in front of the rising sun of machinery and steam.

But such beliefs had been blown to smithereens by the cruel reality.

Dozens of high priests who had been boosted by the Fist God and turned into his clones rushed down from the altar.

Every clone of the Fist God was a human-shaped war machine that was as good as a steam cannon.

By relying on their bare hands and tyrannical battle energy, they were able to forcibly stop the whistling steam bullets.

Opening their bloody mouths and roaring thunderously, they could reverse the burning oil and burn the soldiers of the Steam Legion into screaming.

What's more, Gus was dumbfounded to see that one of the clones of the Fist God dashed to the front of a giant steam cannon dozens of meters high and roared while he jammed the tracks below the cannon with his arms. Then, he exerted his strength and knocked over the self-propelled steam cannon with his surging spiritual gas.

The steam cannons that were several floors high were rolling like rocks that had fallen off a cliff.

Countless soldiers of the Steam Legion failed to dodge and were crushed into minced meat and blood.

Such an appalling scene was ten times more demoralizing for the soldiers than blowing up the steam cannon with a single punch.

Of course, the high priests would have to pay a high price when they exerted strength beyond that of human beings unscrupulously.

Many high-level priests would burst into flames or even turn into a cluster of bloody mist after they bombarded hundreds of soldiers with their ultimate skills.

This was the result of strength exceeding the limit and data collapsing.

However, on the altar of the Fist God, there were still many high priests who were praying sincerely, but there were fewer and fewer cannons that were powerful enough to defeat the enemy.

The morale of both sides was fluctuating. The scales of victory were gradually tipping to the Iron Fist Legion's side. More and more Iron Fist Legion members were inspired by the True God and seemed to be unafraid of pain. They were injected with new strength just like the high priests. On the Steam Legion's side, the mobs that had been hastily gathered all abandoned their ridiculous beliefs after witnessing the supreme power of the Fist God. They screamed and fled in all directions.

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