Chapter 284 The Conqueror Must Show a Little Strength
Chapter 284 The Conqueror Must Show Some Strength
In the rock hall on the top of the mountain, all the demons of the tribe were gathered here.
The male demons came here by themselves after being semi-mechanized, while the female demons and demon children were forced and driven here by silver spears.
The hall was extremely spacious. In the center of the hall stood a brazier carved from rock. The brazier was filled with coal, and the burning coals emitted a red glow.
This hall was originally the tribe's meeting hall, so it was built extremely grandly and spaciously, but also very simply. The entire building structure was composed of dozens of stone pillars supporting a rock dome.
The male demons lined up in neat rows like robots, while the women and children were in a mess, huddled together and leaning against each other, looking at Wen Rui and the Rakshasa woman standing in front of the brazier with terrified eyes.
The witches could not understand why their fathers, brothers, husbands and lovers suddenly turned into puppets and were controlled by a seemingly weak human.
There were also smart and brave witches who launched a sneak attack on Wen Rui, rushing forward and trying to kill Wen Rui in order to rescue the controlled tribesmen.
Although their cognitive level was not high and they could not understand the impact of the nano units on the nerves after invading the body, they could guess that it must be the work of Wen Rui, the strange human.
In the perception of the demons, there are many sorcerers, yogis, and ascetics among the human race who are best at using magical powers to deceive people. Among them, those with profound magical powers can also use secret methods to control the demons.
It’s a pity that the witches who pounced on her were kicked back by the Rakshasa woman. The realm of these tribal witches was too low, and the strength of their physical bodies was equivalent to that of a cultivator between the Golden Core and the Spirit Transformation realms.
The Rakshasa women are from the Rakshasa royal family, but they are at the immortal level, so dealing with them is like playing with children.
Wen Rui cast his gaze with interest at the group of witches who were glaring at him.
The records in Western religious scriptures were indeed correct. The average appearance of Rakshasa women was indeed quite high. It was just a small tribe outside the Rakshasa country, but the wild witches in the countryside all had figures comparable to top supermodels and Victoria's Secret Angels.
Her beautiful looks are full of exotic charm, and she is even more beautiful than the fairies who have descended from the Eastern Heaven.
Moreover, the Rakshasas are an immortal race. Due to the harsh living environment, there are no old Rakshasas in the tribe, and even middle-aged Rakshasas are rare.
Therefore, the captured witches were not very old, at least they all looked like girls. Although some of them looked like girls, they were holding several demon children.
The witches are between 1.7 and 2 meters tall, but no matter their height, their body proportions are very well-proportioned and well-proportioned, full of primitive beauty and wild temptation.
Turning the sight to the other side, the group of male Rakshasa demons lined up were extremely ugly, with dark blue skin, faces full of fat, bloody mouths and full of sharp teeth.
The average height is over two and a half meters, and the taller ones are over three meters tall, with extremely strong muscles all over their bodies.
The male orcs in World of Warcraft look much happier than them.
The hall was filled with shouting and quarreling in the demon language. Wen Rui had just started learning the Rakshasa language, so his proficiency was not very good and he could not hear it clearly.
I could vaguely hear that the male demon was a demon leader who should be the tribal chief, cursing the leader of the hunting team who was leading the way.
After listening for a long time, Wen Rui realized that the two quarreling male demons were actually brothers.
The tribal chieftain, Mo Ren, is the younger brother, and the hunting team leader, Mo Ren, is the older brother.
The chief's brother seemed to be saying something like, "Damn Ounisan, you were fooled by the evil human race and betrayed the great Rakshasa clan, helping outsiders to kill your own people." The hunter brother was saying, "Foolish Oudoudou, you have never experienced that kind of supreme bliss, so you can't understand my feelings at all."
The grammar and vocabulary of Rakshasa language are very different from those of Chinese, and Wen Rui cannot translate it accurately. Anyway, this is roughly the meaning.
"Quiet!"
Wen Rui spoke in the Rakshasa language he had just learned with great dignity. He did not shout this sentence, but with the amplification of the loudspeaker, the sound resounded throughout the hall and shook the dust on the dome to fall.
Wen Rui did not emit any spiritual or demonic energy, but as a general who once commanded thousands of troops, his murderous aura was no ordinary one. His mental pressure and aura were enough to intimidate the demons, and the hall immediately became quiet.
Although the demons could not see through his realm, they felt a chill in their hearts. The living creatures' instinct for survival made it clear that he was the one who could decide the life and death of everyone.
Wen Rui slowly floated up and floated in front of the chief of the demon tribe, the stupid Ou Doudou.
Wen Rui stared into his eyes and said coldly: "Submit or die."
"Wizard, you are a cunning villain, you don't deserve the loyalty of the Daman tribe!"
The demon chief opened his bloody mouth in anger and roared at Wen Rui, "I, Chief Kanuk of Daman, challenge you! If you win, you will surrender. If you lose, you will leave!"
"I, the Great Sage Jie Tian, the Lord of Extreme Bliss, the Devil of Smelling People, accept your challenge!"
Wen Rui followed suit, imitating his tone and readily agreed.
As for why he added the honorific title of "Lord of the Paradise Demon", it was because Wen Rui heard the group of demons calling him that and thought it was quite cool and appropriate, so he simply plagiarized it and used it temporarily to intimidate the demons.
The demon chief only felt that his uncontrollable body had regained its mobility. He immediately raised his fist and punched. The fist as big as a casserole landed right on Wen Rui's face.
The fist hit the face and made a sound like hitting metal. Blood oozed from the Demon Chief's fist and three of his finger bones were broken.
He looked at his injured fist, swung his other fist in disbelief, and hit Wen Rui in the face again, but Wen Rui remained motionless.
The second punch was even more powerful, causing his entire hand to become twisted and deformed, with the bones shattered into countless pieces.
After two punches, both hands of the Demon Chief were almost disabled. Only then did he realize that Wen Ruiyuan was not as weak as he looked. It was as if there was a mountain in his small human body, a diamond mountain made of pure metal.
In order to fight for the last chance of survival for the tribe, the unwilling chief leaned back suddenly, and then hit Wen Rui with his millstone-sized head with all his strength.
This Rakshasa demon had sharp horns on its head, which looked like sharp spears under such a powerful headbutt.
The sharp corner pierced Wen Rui's eye socket exactly, but Wen Rui didn't even blink. Dense nanofilaments of the golden hoop were also buried under his pupils.
The demon chief was originally aiming at Wen Rui's eyes. Seeing that Wen Rui did not dodge, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart. However, when the sharp corner pierced his eyeball, the hope was shattered in an instant.
He heard the sound of something breaking, not the "pop" sound of an eyeball breaking, but the "crackling" sound of sharp bones breaking!
The hardest part of the Rakshasa demon's body, the thick and sharp horns that demonstrated his masculinity, was actually broken by the human's softest and most fragile eyeball.
(End of this chapter)