Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The absent-minded and mysterious expression on the young man's face added to his inhuman temperament.

He seemed to be controlled by a certain mysterious force. Or rather, a deity from a higher dimension had indeed descended into his weak body.

Such a temperament made the zealots who were about to confront him feel inexplicably scared. They could not help but want to kneel down in front of the young man and worship his toes.

Not to mention the Triple-headed Heavy Vulcan Machine Gun that the young man was carrying.

The super weapon from a higher dimension was much longer than a basket could carry.

It was like the basket on the young man's back was connected to an alternate dimension from which the deadliest weapon in hell could be retrieved infinitely.

On the surface of the deadly weapon, there were no gears, no joints, and no hissing steam.

At first glance, they did not look like the creations of mechanical demons and steam demons that the fanatics were familiar with.

But in the glittering silver brightness, destructive power that was even more destructive than machines and steam was lingering.

Opposite them, on the gate tower across the river, hundreds of archers had tightened their bows and loaded their arrows.

Half of the arrows were wrapped in oily cloths that had been ignited by torches and turned into burning rockets.

Illuminated by the flames were the sincere, cold, and cruel faces of the officers of the Iron Fist Legion.

Behind them, another high priest of the Temple of Fist raised his fist high and was about to punch the demons and devils who were trying to defile the prestige of the real gods.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Even the surging waves in the river were compressed into rigid ripples by the intense killing intent of the two parties.

All the Iron Fist Soldiers put on cruel smiles.

The pupils of all the fanatics constricted to the minimum.

The Fist God and the God of Steam seemed to be watching the fierce battle through the dark clouds in the sky, like two chess players who were frowning and watching the silent collisions of several important chess pieces.

The high priest of the Temple of Fist finally waved his fists.

However, before his arm fell, the young man who had been possessed by the devil had already pulled the trigger.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The brilliance that did not belong to this world blossomed again like the hideous laughter of a devil, burning everyone's retina and tearing their eardrums into pieces.

In that moment, both the Iron Fist Legion and the Steam Legion turned from orange to crimson, from crimson to pale, and from pale to eternal darkness.

They were all blind. All they could hear was the thunder of spring, the shaking of thousands of horses, and the miserable screams of the eighteenth level of hell.

Something was blown into the air before it was dissected and fell into the river like a burning flower. The water of the river was boiling. White smoke mixed with the smell of blood was popping up, irritating their nasal membranes and making them sneeze.

After the sneeze, the eternal darkness was finally blurred by the blood and the furious flames again.

The bloody lines constituted an unbelievable scene.

The fanatics of the Steam Legion were surprised to find that the fortress on the river had vanished.

The entire fortress was blown into the air by Gus and turned into burning pieces. The broken limbs of the Iron Fist Legion and the high priest fell to the ground, burning the entire river red.

The Iron Fist Legion, which had been insufferably arrogant a moment ago, had all turned into cooked meat. Even though some of them had trained their bodies to be as hard as steel, when faced with the bombardment of the Vulcan Machine Guns, they could only postpone their inevitable death for a few minutes and torture themselves more inhumanly.

Even the high priest of the Temple of Fist had half of his body blown up. He was bobbing up and down in the rapid water. There was nothing he could do except glare at the fleet of the steam army with his bloodshot eye.

The iron chains that blocked the river had been blown into pieces by the bombardment of the Vulcan Machine Guns and even melted into scraps.

The Iron Fist Legion and the archers lying in ambush on both sides of the river were all dumbfounded like clay idols. They did not come back to themselves for a long time.

The bodies and even the souls of all the survivors were grasped by the terrifying strength emanating from the young man's body. They all felt that they were suffocating, as if the air had been burnt clean by the raging flames just now.

But the water of the river was still flowing fast, pushing the fleet to break through the debris of the fortress, crush the wounded, and break through the traps that the high priest of the Fist God Hall had carefully devised.

The archers on both sides of the river were still shocked by the destructive power released by Gus. Their belief collapsed inch by inch, and they failed to come back to themselves for a long time. They even forgot to shoot arrows at the center of the river.

Of course, even if they did their job dutifully, the fleet was still at the center of the river, almost a hundred meters away from the two shores. With their trembling hands, the arrows would not have much strength or precision. There was no way that they could stop the fleet that was protected by the devil.

They could do nothing but watch the fleet, which had been packed with broken soldiers and was about to be captured, run away into the darkness like an arrow released from a bow.

It was not until the last light of the fleet was consumed by darkness that the archers on both sides of the river could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground, screaming silently.

…

When Gus came back to himself, he found that Qianyuan City and the burning city on the river had been left far behind.

The fleet had sailed hundreds of kilometers away. In the era of backward communication, it was almost impossible for Qianyuan City to send the message that the evil Cultivators had broken out of the siege to the front.

Therefore, it was safe for now.

Gus was somewhat relieved. He looked around and found that almost all the fanatics were looking at him in admiration.

The fanatic who was about to question him only to be kicked away was kneeling on the ground, ready to kiss his toes.

Even his sister Grey was staring at him and the Triple-headed Heavy Vulcan Machine Gun in his hand as if he were her own brother.

Gus moved the Vulcan Machine Gun.

All the fanatics immediately exclaimed. Many of them were blushing, and many more were shedding tears of excitement, as if the God of Steam and Machinery had arrived.

Gus put the Vulcan Machine Gun back into the basket on his back. More precisely, he asked Lu Qingchen, the devil lurking in the steam ball, to retrieve the weapon from a higher dimension.

The fanatics all sighed in disappointment, but they did not dare disobey the will of the 'Holy Son'. Seeing that the giant Vulcan Machine Gun had disappeared into the basket on their back, they looked at Gus with even more admiration and fear.