Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

Chapter 276: Dismantling the Mecha with Bare Hands

Colosseum, viewing platform.

"His Majesty."

A concubine with fair skin and golden hair came to Ishtar accompanied by two maids, holding a plate made of pure gold in her hand.

The plate contained some delicious pastries, as well as a pipe crafted from a baby's left leg bone. The gold-wire hollowing craftsmanship showed the ingenuity of the maker.

Ishtar picked up the pipe, and the blonde concubine put dark red tobacco into it and lit it for him with her own hands.

After taking a deep breath, Istar puffed out some smoke and then became more energetic: "Praise the Supreme Will, the effect of the Spiritual Thought Grass has been enhanced again."

"It is all thanks to your Majesty's great fortune, otherwise how could the Iron Wrath Empire be so prosperous today?"

"Hahaha, Isabella, your little mouth is so sweet that it can kill me."

Istar caressed his beloved concubine's delicate face lovingly, feeling extremely happy.

Thinking back to the past, he was just a prince of a small kingdom. He was defeated repeatedly in wars with neighboring countries. His national strength was weakened to the extreme and he was almost annexed by the enemy.

But with the advent of the Supreme Will, everything changed!
"The Iron Wrath Clan is a nation blessed by God. All the territories within my sight will be the promised land bestowed upon me by God!"

Istar is full of ambition. The invincibility of steam armor and steam tanks makes him full of confidence. One day, even the legendary East will crawl at his feet.

"Your Majesty, the ceremony has begun."

A priest in a red robe stood respectfully in front of Ishtar, his eyes full of fanaticism and worship.

The Iron Rage Empire is a country where politics and religion are combined. The emperor is not only the supreme ruler of the empire, but also the incarnation of God on earth. The first rule engraved by Tastyr on the Black Iron Code is "Only the emperor can interpret the oracle of God."

Tastyr, who holds both divine and political power, is the supreme ruler of the Iron Wrath Empire.

Therefore, when he stood up from the viewing stand, the entire Colosseum was boiling, and the thunderous cheers almost overturned the sky.

"The Supreme Will is above! The Empire is the master of all things!"

"Long live His Majesty! The glorious mech warriors will be invincible!"

Tastyr enjoyed the cheers and praises of his subjects, then he clasped his hands together, and suddenly the entire Colosseum fell silent, with everyone waiting for the emperor's instructions.

"The festival begins!"

"Wow!!!"

Amid cheers that resounded through the sky, seven female prisoners dressed in gorgeous costumes were driven to the center of the Colosseum. They had fair skin, well-proportioned figures, and even their looks were stunning.

At this time, she was wearing tight leather armor, which outlined her seductive curves. At the same time, large areas of snow-white skin were exposed, shining under the sunlight.

Many people recognized their identities.

"Oh my god, by the Supreme Will, she is the princess of the Silver Wing royal family!"

"She was just a little girl back then, but I didn't expect she would have grown so big now."

"Isn't that the eldest daughter of Earl White Shield, the most powerful minister of the Kingdom of Taran?"

"And the Saint of the Earth Mother Cult!"

“It’s really exciting!”

"Such a beautiful thing should be dedicated to the Supreme Will to prove the piety of the Empire!"

Countless people showed fanatical expressions, and some were even praying desperately. They were extremely eager to receive the blessing of the supreme will.

Because every sacrificial ceremony can give birth to a powerful mecha warrior!

Mechs are the aristocracy of the Iron Rage Empire, just like the knights of old times, except that Mechs no longer rely on weapons, armor, and horses to fight. Instead, they drive steam armor and wield chain swords to kill people on the battlefield and gain unlimited glory.

Wang Junfeng, who sneaked into the Colosseum as a wealthy businessman, looked at the scene in front of him with indifference, and his heart was even more contemptuous of the people of the Iron Wrath Empire: "What a bunch of hopeless barbarians."

A young soldier who was accompanying them was obviously a newcomer. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Sir, why are they all holding weapons? Are they all gladiators? They look a little weak..."

Wang Junfeng replied in a cold voice, "No, they are sacrifices."

"Sacrifice?"

The young soldier was stunned: "Iron Wrath Empire is still performing blood sacrifices with living people?"

This kind of thing is a serious crime in Da Qi.

Once it happens, local officials will be held accountable. In the lighter case, they will be dismissed from their posts and never re-employed. In the worse case, they will be executed in the autumn and their entire family will be exiled.

But in the Iron Rage Empire, using living people as sacrifices is a matter of course, because humans are the most spiritual creatures in the world and the most pleasing sacrifices to the gods.

Moreover, the more noble the status of the sacrifice and the more painful it is before death, the better the effect of the sacrifice will be. Then the gods will bestow blessings and elevate the spirituality of some lucky ones, allowing them to gain more powerful mental strength and control the steam armor more freely.

Ordinary soldiers were not smart enough to operate the complex steam armor, so they could only squeeze together in the narrow cockpit of a steam tank with five or six people to serve as tank soldiers.

This is a tough job. Normal people cannot stand the vibration and thick smoke when the steam tank is started.

Wang Junfeng watched coldly, but his mood was very solemn: "Supreme Will, who on earth are you..."

The Supreme Will, the only true God worshipped by the Iron Rage Empire, once bestowed blessings, allowing the Iron Rage clan to grow rapidly. In just over a decade, they swept across the vast Land of Sunset, unified all countries along the White Sea and the Black Sea, and ruled over an extremely vast territory.

Obviously, such a being made Wang Junfeng very worried: "The Holy Lord is a learned scholar and has unparalleled martial arts skills, but can he really defeat a god?"

Just when Wang Junfeng was worried, the ceremony soon entered the main event.

roar~
The fence on the other side of the Colosseum was lifted up by two dreadnought-class steam mechas. Then a deafening roar of a wild beast was heard, and a four or five-meter-long mutant lion walked out of the iron cage.

Its flesh and blood had undergone unknown deformation, and it had two heads and three tails. The tails ended in a scorpion's stinger. The mucus dripping from the stinger fell on the soil, making a sizzling corrosion sound and soon contaminated a large area.

Two-headed scorpion lion!

These are mutant creatures that began to appear one after another after the day of God's descent. They are like failed products of genetic fusion. They are crazy and bloodthirsty and cannot be tamed.

Wherever it goes, it will only set off a horrific killing spree.

A group of pampered noble ladies, with their delicate appearance, seemed no match for the monster in front of them.

In fact, even a team of fully armed knights will only become feed for the two-headed scorpion lion and eventually turn into a pile of organic fertilizer.

"very scary!"

"Mom, take me home!"

"I don't want to fight a monster like this!"

The crying of the noble ladies stimulated the wildness of the two-headed scorpion lion. After being hungry for three days, it launched an attack directly, tearing a girl into pieces with one bite, and blood splattered everywhere.

The audience in the Colosseum cheered loudly. They enjoyed this moment very much. Torturing the enemy was the sweetest wine in the world.

Once you drink it, you will become deeply addicted to the taste.

Especially these pure aristocratic girls, the more beautiful they are, the stronger the sensory stimulation can be brought by tearing this beautiful moment apart.

"Yes, that's it, tear them into pieces!"

"Praise the Supreme Will!"

"God, please look at all this! We will give our all just to gain your praise!"

Fanatical thoughts are extremely contagious. Above the boiling sky of the Colosseum, an invisible door slowly opens, and spiritual light falls from the spiritual world to the mortal world, illuminating this wild and exotic land.

Wang Junfeng is a martial arts expert who has opened the Eight Gates, so his life has already undergone eight transformations. His powerful spiritual perception allows him to sense areas that ordinary people cannot perceive.

He raised his head suddenly, his heart trembling: "The passage to the spirit world is opened? And in this way!"

Afterwards, through observation, he suddenly understood the truth of the sacrifice: "I have always thought that the sacrifice is the key, but in fact, the sacrifice is just a bait used to mobilize the audience's emotions. What really opens the passage to the spirit world is the power of thought gathered by the audience on site."

Although the means are barbaric and cruel, there is no doubt that this method is very effective. Compared with the martial artist's meditation, this method is obviously much simpler and more brutal.

The death of the noble girl is used to arouse the audience's emotions, and then this excited thinking is guided to the supreme will, and the door to the spiritual world is knocked on through devout faith.

“So this is the truth about spiritual blessings.”

Wang Junfeng was filled with murderous intent at this moment: "We must not let these barbarians enter the Central Plains, otherwise, I don't know how many people will be sacrificed to the so-called gods by them."

He thought of his gentle and virtuous wife at home, and his lovely and clever daughter. He dared not think about the tragic situation of them being sacrificed, which was absolutely a horrible scene that ordinary people could not bear to witness.

"Only dead barbarians are good barbarians."

Wang Junfeng clenched his fists, and just as he was about to take action, someone moved faster than him.

Boo~hoo~hoo~
Bowstrings rang and crossbow arrows shot out. A group of women suddenly launched an attack. They took out crossbows with fine strings from under their skirts and fired a volley at the Blood Emperor Istar not far away.

Unfortunately, Istar dodged all three crossbow arrows in time. His chair was a mechanical wonder. It sensed the danger when the crossbow arrows were shot at it, and turned in time, using the shield-like metal chair back to block all attacks.

"Damn it! There's an assassin!"

"They are fanatics of the Earth Mother Cult!"

"Kill these vile pagans!"

The guards around the emperor reacted very quickly. They raised their steam rifles and fired mercilessly in the direction of the assassin, without caring about the other spectators there.

In their hearts, no one's life is more precious than the emperor's life!
"Kill these minions of the false emperor!"

Near the emperor's viewing stand, a burly female warrior suddenly jumped up and launched a surprise attack with an iron sword in hand. In her hands, she held two short spears made of fine steel. With all her strength, she could pierce through even metal armor in an instant.

The Earth Mother Cult was originally a native religion located between the Black Sea and the White Sea. It originated from the belief in Mother Earth and was revered by many city-states.

But the advent of the Supreme Will changed all this. The conflict in faith led to the brutal persecution of the Earth Mother Cult. A large number of believers were massacred or forced to convert. The two sides had long since forged a blood feud.

This assassination was planned for a long time by the Earth Mother Cult.

In the crowd, Wang Junfeng looked at Herbert and whispered to him, "This is a good opportunity. Let's completely magnify this chaos."

Herbert nodded: "That's a good idea!"

Both of them obviously intended to take advantage of the chaotic situation to mobilize the defense forces of the God Forged City and make them run for their lives.

In this way, he would have the opportunity to seize the steam core and send it away without anyone noticing.

"kill!"

The assassins of the Earth Mother Cult are fearless and brave. To them, faith is something higher than life, and it is an ideal that they will defend even at the cost of their lives.

"For the glory of Mother Earth!"

Behind the burly female assassin, dozens of warriors rushed towards Ishtar without regard for their own safety. Even when some of their companions were shot to death by steam rifles, they were not intimidated.

"The false emperor will die!"

The burly female assassin leaped up and was about to kill Istar when a sudden fist hit her abdomen hard, causing her to spit blood and retreat.

Istar slowly stood up, and the mechanical seat behind him began to deform, and in a blink of an eye it turned into an exquisite and gorgeous steam armor that covered his entire body.

The fist shadow that was just blasted out was actually a metal fist in the shape of a cannonball.

Click click click~
The mechanical gears turned, the iron fist was quickly retracted, and then the sound of steam pressurization was heard, and the arm was recharged again.

"You are a remnant of the Earth Mother Cult. For your rebellion, I sentence you to death."

The burly female assassin fell to the ground. The previous punch shattered her liver and spleen. Although she was still alive thanks to her strong physique.

But normally, she wouldn't live long.

"Bah~"

The female assassin spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs. Her eyes were filled with hatred. She showed no fear or retreat, but only boundless anger: "False Emperor, you and your evil god will go to hell sooner or later!"

"What can the wailing of a defeated dog do to me?"

Istar manipulated the small steam armor and punched out like a heavy artillery, with the power of the steam jet pouring out, about to blow the blasphemous female assassin in front of him into pieces.

Dang~
There was a sudden sound, and Istar was knocked flying, smashing down a brick wall and raising a cloud of dust.

Wang Junfeng ordered the young soldiers around him: "Save her, her life is very valuable to Da Qi."

The high-level members of the Earth Mother Cult are obviously important pawns in the fight against the Iron Wrath Empire, so they should be saved if possible, and even taught the powerful Xinwu Sect inheritance to her so that she can master the power to resist tyranny.

In the smoke and dust, Istar stood up with a grim face. He lowered his head to look at his chest and saw a clear fist mark left on the steel plate on the chest of the steam armor.

Istar's eyes narrowed slightly, and his mood became extremely solemn: "You can leave a mark on the titanium steel with your flesh and blood. Are you a martial arts expert from the East?"

"Haha, what do you think?"

Wang Junfeng, who had regained his original appearance, was not afraid of being recognized at all. Without saying a word, he punched Istar: "Watch my punch!"

Boom boom boom~
The female assassin looked in disbelief as Wang Junfeng used his flesh and blood body to withstand the Blood Emperor's steam armor. The scene before her was beyond her cognition.

The young soldier came to her side and put his hand on her wound: "Don't move, I will heal you."

The female assassin was powerless to struggle. She shook her head and said, "I am going to die. Go save the Saint."

"Her life will be saved by others. My mission is to save you."

He then began to use his own martial arts energy to stimulate the female assassin's life potential, allowing her body to heal quickly. Although this would shorten her life, it was better than dying immediately.

On the other side, the battle between Wang Junfeng and Istar was also coming to an end.

clang clang ~
The titanium steel that can even withstand artillery shells is just a slightly harder cardboard in front of Wang Junfeng and can be torn apart by hand.

Wang Junfeng, who opened the eight gates, has elevated the essence of life to the extreme of human beings. Through diligent practice, he has already mastered the four powerful magical powers of bronze skin and iron bones, dragon spirit and tiger ferocity, tremendous divine power and flesh and blood derivatives.

A pair of big hands, as terrifying as a hydraulic press, can dismantle the mecha with bare hands like a piece of cake.

"Weak, weak, weak, you are so weak!"

Wang Junfeng showed off his skills and used the onion peeling tactic to continuously dismantle the "turtle shell" on Istar.

The mecha pilot's spiritual perception is very strong, and his consciousness and reaction are no weaker than those of a martial artist. However, his physique is his biggest weakness. Once he loses his steam armor, he will be crushed to death by the martial artist like a chick.

Istar was shocked and angry. How long had it been since he had suffered such a humiliation?

The enemy in front of us is no longer an ordinary assassin, we must strike back with a powerful blow!
"guard!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

The Guards finally arrived. The Dreadnought-class steam armor was tall and although its armor was not as strong and durable as Titanium God Steel, it successfully rescued Istar with its advantages in numbers and tonnage.

But Wang Junfeng was too powerful, and he quickly dismantled the six dreadnought-class steam armors into pieces.

At the critical moment, Istar summoned his real mount - the Emperor-class steam armor, the Blood Wing Dragon!

The behemoth is over eight meters tall and has a pair of huge metal wings on its back. They are the flying components of the Blood Wing Dragon.

As two streams of orange-red flames spurted out of the jet pack, Istar controlled the Blood-Winged Dragon to soar into the air, and then fell from the sky.

In his hand, a huge sword burning with blazing flames slashed down fiercely.

Rumble~
When the smoke and dust cleared, Wang Junfeng had disappeared without a trace. Istar roared angrily, "Find him, life or death!"

…………

On the outskirts of the God-Forged City, Wang Junfeng and Herbert met at a secret farm.

"You are hurt?"

"It's just a minor injury. The dog emperor's exclusive steam armor is quite powerful. I am no match for him."

A charred sword wound was left on Wang Junfeng's body, but he didn't care. The ability derived from his flesh and blood would heal his wound quickly.

Then he turned his gaze to the three girls rescued by Herbert.

"She is Evelyn, the princess of the Silver Wing royal family."

"This is Arya, the eldest daughter of Earl Whiteshield, the most powerful minister of the Kingdom of Taran."

The third girl took the initiative to step forward and saluted Wang Junfeng: "I am Anna, the saint of the Earth Mother Cult. Thank you for your help, strong man from the East."

(End of this chapter)