Dozens of self-propelled steam cannons, like dozens of death harvesters harvesting life and soul, plough out dozens of bloody scarlet gullies on the battlefield. These gullies filled with flesh and viscera are like dozens of indomitable arrows, which are hard to project towards the core of the iron fist army.

    However, in Gus''s view, the irresistible steel arrow, even though it can continuously penetrate dozens of defense lines of the iron fist army, is approaching the core, inexplicably slow or even stagnated. Soon, it will spray out abnormal flames and smoke from the inside, and collapse like a clumsy toy.

    Then, from the remains of these steam cannons turned into scrap metal, there would often fly out a powerful man who was surrounded by gold awns and turned into various fighting spirit and fighting flame forms.

    It seems that these strong men somehow got into the interior of the steam cannon and easily exploded the impregnable steel fortress from the interior.

    And the source of these great powers

    Gus narrowed his eyes and saw a towering and brilliant platform at the core of the iron fist army.

    It''s like a square pyramid, a combination of the altar and the palace. At the top of the pyramid stands a vivid statue of the God of boxing, but it''s full of anger and thunder.

    At the foot of the statue is a square platform. Hundreds of high-ranking priests in the temple of boxing sit cross legged and pray devoutly.

    Their faces were expressionless, their eyes were calm, and they didn''t see the bows, arrows and shells around them. They also believed that under the influence of the God of boxing, any enemy was a clown and couldn''t lift the real storm.

    With the chanting of hundreds of high-ranking priests, the visible waves around the pyramids were surging back and forth like pale gold waves, which not only boosted the morale of all the iron fists around, but even gathered together into a pale gold pillar of light, straight up to the sky.

    It''s like hundreds of high-ranking priests are using their lives and most devout beliefs to call to the Supreme God in their hearts and pray for the power of the God.

    This is a real world of gods.

    The prayers of the high priests were quickly answered.

    There was no lightning or stars in the sky. With the continuous shining of the pale gold light column, a pale gold vortex was slowly generated. Soon, more dazzling light groups than the stars were sent down the light column and entered into the pious high-level priests one by one.

    "Ah, ah, ah

    Just now, the expressionless and mechanical high-level priests roared one after another. Their bodies soared with the speed of terror visible to the naked eye. Their skin showed the luster of various metals, and even appeared mysterious and complicated runes.

    When Huo Ran got up, their momentum was more than ten times higher than just now. They were no longer like normal human beings, but like moving towers or hills. When they faced the steam cannon that was tens of meters high, they could fight head-on with the blessing of the gods.

    "These... Bastards have really gained the power of the God of boxing!"

    Andre, who was watching the war around Gus, turned pale.

    As a rigid believer of the mechanical and steam religion, Andre has always sniffed at many beliefs and legends of the temple of boxing.

    According to legend, as a high-ranking priest in the temple of boxing, as long as his belief is firm enough, his body is strong enough, and the situation is critical enough - he prays as much as he can and is willing to pay the price of his life at this time, he may lead some of the power of the God of boxing to flow into his body and turn himself into a container of "the power of the God of boxing", The "projection" of the God of boxing walking and fighting in the world.

    Of course, it is impossible for a mortal body to bear the power of the God of boxing for too long. After a fierce battle, even if he does not die, his meridians will be cut off and become useless.

    But for the Temple priests who regard serving the God of boxing as the only meaning of their lives, even if they can only let the power of the God of boxing stay in their body for one second, it is a supreme glory.

    They don''t care about any side effects.

    Even if the result is bloody, they are happy.

    Now, hundreds of high-ranking priests in the temple of boxing are praying to the gods wholeheartedly, asking them to give them invincible strength.

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

    Well, even if the God of boxing really exists, in front of the rising sun like God of machinery and steam, it is also the end of the storm and the end of the day.

    Such a belief, however, in the face of the cruel reality, was blasted full of holes, tottering.

    Dozens of high-level priests, who were blessed with the power of the God of boxing and incarnated as "the separation of the God of boxing", rushed down from the altar.

    Each of them is a humanoid war machine which is not inferior to the steam cannon.

    With their bare hands and unrivalled fighting spirit, they can forcefully stop the roaring steam bullets.

    If you open your mouth and roar like thunder, you can turn back the burning oil and make the steam army roar.

    Even Gus was stunned to see that a boxer dived into front of a steam cannon with a height of several tens of meters. With a loud shout, his arms jammed the tracks under the steam cannon. Then, he suddenly launched his force and fought like waves to turn the self-propelled steam cannon backward.

    The steam cannon, several stories high, was rolling like a rock falling off a cliff.

    Countless steam troops could not dodge and were crushed into meat sauce and blood foam.

    Such an appalling scene is ten times more damaging to the morale of the steam army than a direct blow to the steam cannon.

    Of course, there is a price to be paid for the high priests'' unbridled exertion of their power beyond human beings.

    Many high-ranking priests often burn themselves or directly turn into a cloud of blood after they kill hundreds of steam troops in one breath.

    This is the result of data collapse when the power exceeds the limit.

    But on the altar of the God of boxing, there are still many high-level priests praying piously, while the steam army has fewer and fewer giant guns that can be used to fix the tone.

    The morale of both sides showed a trend of ebb and flow, and the scale of victory gradually fell towards the iron fist army - more and more iron fist army were inspired by the true God, as if fearless of pain, and were injected with new strength like the high-level priests. On the steam army side, the mob gathered by Cang Cui, after witnessing the supreme power of the iron fist God, They all gave up their ridiculous beliefs and ran away screaming.