Chapter 285: Kill the devil and establish your authority, without mercy
Chapter 285: Kill the devil and establish your authority, without mercy
Wen Rui stood there, motionless, allowing the opponent to hit him as he pleased. As a result, not only was the opponent unable to break his defense, but his fists were also injured and his horns were broken by the recoil force.
There is no doubt that Wen Rui is showing his overwhelming strength in order to intimidate the demons.
However, the fighting spirit of the demons far exceeds that of other races. In their way of thinking, a challenge duel should have a fight to determine who is superior and who is inferior, and to decide life and death.
Ignoring the broken bones in his fist, the Demon Chief Kanuk swung his arms like a madman and smashed towards Wen Rui. The huge force of the smashing attack tore into pieces the nano Iron Man armor that Wen Rui was wearing.
Fragments of armor continued to fall, and Wen Rui's upper body gradually revealed itself. Bone spurs broke from the demon's fists and pierced through the skin, leaving a series of cuts on Wen Rui's body.
But the cut healed so quickly that the blood didn't even have time to flow out, as if there had never been an injury at all.
The nano-subcutaneous network of golden hoop filaments is located just below the epidermis, protecting most of the dermis.
Therefore, when the sharp immortal-level weapon hit Wen Rui, it could only cause superficial damage.
The crazy attack did not hurt Wen Rui at all, but the kinetic energy rebounded from the vibranium-structured subcutaneous shield, almost shattered the two hands of the Demon Chief.
Even after losing both hands, the demon still refused to give up. He opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth to bite, hit with his hard forehead, and continued to attack with all his might like a madman.
Wen Ruidu gradually lost his patience. Although he was unharmed, the demon who attacked him had a tattered body and was splattering a large amount of purple-black blood, which splattered all over Wen Rui.
The blood of the demon not only emits the stench of sulfide, but is also highly corrosive. The skin that gets contaminated by it will sizzle, and the healing speed will be slowed down under the catalysis of the nano units.
Wen Rui swung his hand, and his arm swung out like a whip, scratching the demon's neck.
The demon who was still going crazy the last moment suddenly stopped moving. His knees softened and he fell to the ground. He stared at Wen Rui with unwilling eyes.
A line of blood appeared on his neck, and more and more black blood oozed out.
The kneeling demon's head was just at the same height as Wen Rui, and Wen Rui could just reach out and grab the demon's messy brown-red hair.
Grabbing the hair and lifting it gently, Wen Rui took off the demon's head. The huge headless body fell forward. Wen Rui stepped aside and let the body fall into the dust.
"Now, can you admit defeat?"
Wen Rui said to the head in his hand: "I could have used slaughter to more directly prove my strength and cruelty. Is that what you want to see?"
The vitality of the Rakshasa people is very tenacious. Even though the head was separated from the body, the demon chief did not die immediately.
In fact, if a severed head is left there and ignored, it can still survive for a full day and night.
Perhaps because the body no longer supplied blood to the head, the surging hot blood gradually cooled down, the Demon Chief's rage finally ended, and his eyes became much clearer.
"You win, all the women of the Daman tribe are yours!"
The head made an unclear sound, and the neck only retained a part of the vocal cords and trachea, making the voice of the Demon Chief sound hoarse and leaking air.
"I only ask you not to kill all our children. Before I die, I will make them swear allegiance to you and acknowledge you as their master."
There was a hint of sadness and helplessness in the demon chief's voice.
This is the norm in wars between demon tribes.
The demon kingdom is extremely short of resources, and wars between demon tribes are often not fought over plundering resources or fighting for territory.
The most precious resource is population.
The victor killed all the men and took away the women and children.
The crueler tribes among them would kill all the children, so that the captured women would be more likely to surrender, integrate into the new tribe, and give birth to children for the new tribe.
The more merciful tribes would keep the children, but would often brand them as slaves, feed them garbage, and raise them as slaves.
Of course, this is also the case when the victorious tribe has more abundant resources. If there is a famine, they will kill all the slaves and offer blood sacrifices to the demon gods in order to save food.
"Very good! Your chief has admitted defeat."
Wen Rui nodded with satisfaction, lifted the demon chief's head and slowly lifted it into the air, showing it to the demons in the hall. "If anyone still refuses to accept, please stand up and die. This time I don't have that much patience, I will kill anyone who stands up. If you don't believe me, please try it."
The extremely cold Rakshasa language echoed in the hall, and all the demons felt a chill down their spines.
The strong male demons all turned their heads away, not daring to look at Wen Rui.
The female demons seemed to have accepted their fate as well, and they just secretly took the demon children beside them into their arms and hugged them tightly.
Just when we thought the conquest of this small tribe had been completed, a not-so-tall figure rushed out. It was a demon child with a childish face.
Although he is a child, he is about 1.7 meters tall, but he does not have the bulging muscles of an adult demon, and his appearance is not as ferocious and terrifying.
The demon boy held a thick iron fork in his hand that was much longer than his height. He jumped up quickly and stabbed it in the air, aiming directly at Wen Rui's face.
"You killed my father, I will never pledge allegiance to you! I would rather die than be a slave!"
Different from the rough voices of adult demons, the roars of demon children are surprisingly similar to those of ordinary human teenagers, and their shouts are full of youthful passion.
Although the demon child's movements were fast, they were limited to the physical attributes of the Jindan period. Compared to Wen Rui, who was assisted by an AI motion capture system, it seemed like slow motion.
"Rakshasa woman, kill him!"
Wen Rui was too lazy to take action and gave orders to the Rakshasa woman in a cold voice.
The latter was obviously stunned, but immediately felt Wen Rui's cold gaze on her, with a hint of ambiguous severity in his eyes.
Although she was reluctant to kill the child, the Rakshasa woman knew very well that if she hesitated this time, the child's steel fork would fall on Wen Rui, and she would definitely not suffer the consequences afterwards.
The Rakshasa woman arrived first after starting later. She swung her sword and then put it away in a flash. The demon child fell to the ground, his head and body separated, and his head happened to roll to Wen Rui's feet.
Seeing this, the demon chief howled in pain and said hoarsely: "Hiromodda, my child, why are you doing this! Live on, there is hope only if you live!"
The demon child's head fell to the ground, but he didn't die immediately.
However, the time he could hold out was far shorter than that of an adult demon. He opened his mouth weakly and whispered:
"Father, you have always been my role model. If you were me, would you be willing to be a slave and serve our enemies forever?"
"You are worthy of being my son. I am proud of you!"
"Who else?"
Wen Rui stepped on the demon boy's head and held the demon chief's head in his hand.
He didn't care about the deep love between the father and son of the devil at all, and asked calmly:
"This is a rare opportunity. If you ask for death now, I can grant you a quick death. If you miss this opportunity and resist again, it won't be as simple as death."
I thought I had acted ferocious enough to subdue all the demons, but I never expected that a stunning beauty would emerge from among the witches.
"You have killed my husband and son. I will never forget the happy time I spent with them, and I cannot bear the inner torment of devoting my body and soul to serving my enemy."
Her eyes were lifeless, her face showed no fear, and she said calmly, "Powerful human wizard, please be generous and grant me a death. Do not leave a slave girl who hates you by your bedside."
The beautiful witch narrated in a pleading tone: "I know this request is presumptuous, because many conquerors like to torture women who hate him but cannot resist, thinking that they get more pleasure this way."
"Don't worry, I don't have that kind of boring hobby!"
Wen Rui nodded: "Besides, according to our traditional Oriental concept, a family should be together. Luosha woman, give her a quick death!"
"Thank you for your gift. After I die, I will not leave behind hatred and curses, but only praise for your generosity and kindness."
The witch clasped her hands together and saluted Wen Rui solemnly, thanking Wen Rui for his grace from the bottom of her heart.
Granting a quick death instead of endless slavery, torture and humiliation is a rare act of mercy among the demons.
(End of this chapter)