My brother is so cunning.

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 to come here by silver spears.

The hall was extremely empty. In the center of the hall was a fire basin carved out of rock. The fire basin was filled with coal blocks, and the burning coal blocks emitted a red glow.

This hall was originally a tribal meeting hall, so it was built extremely magnificently and spaciously, but it was also very simple. The entire building structure was dozens of stone pillars supporting the rock dome.

The male demons lined up neatly like robots, while the women and children were in a mess, huddled together and leaned on each other, looking at Wen Rui and the Rakshasa woman standing in front of the fire basin with horrified eyes.

The demons could not understand why their fathers, brothers, husbands, and lovers suddenly became puppets and were controlled by a human who looked very weak.

It's not that there weren't smart and brave witches who launched a sneak attack on Wen Rui and rushed over to kill him in order to rescue the controlled tribesmen.

Although their cognitive level was not high and they didn't understand the impact of the nano unit on the nerves after invading the body, they could guess that it must be the work of Wen Rui, a weird human.

In the cognition of the demons, there are many sorcerers, yogis, and ascetics in the human race, who are best at using magic power to deceive people's minds. Among them, those with deep magic power can also use secret methods to control the demons.

It's a pity that the witches who rushed over were kicked back by the Rakshasa woman. The realm of these tribal witches was too low, and the physical strength was equivalent to the body cultivation between the golden elixir and the transformation of the spirit realm.

As a member of the Rakshasa royal family, the Rakshasa woman was at the fairy level, and dealing with them was like playing with children.

Wen Rui cast his eyes on the group of witches who glared at him with interest.

The records in the Western religious scriptures are indeed correct. The average appearance of the women of the Rakshasa tribe is indeed a bit high. It is just a small tribe outside the Rakshasa country. The wild witches in the countryside are all comparable to the top supermodels and Victoria's Secret Angels.

Their beautiful faces are full of exotic charm, and they are all different from the fairies who came down from the Eastern Heaven.

Moreover, the Rakshasa tribe is an immortal species. Due to the harsh living environment, there are no old Rakshasa in the tribe at all, and middle-aged Rakshasa are rare.

Therefore, the captured witches are not old, at least they all look like girls. Although some of them look like girls, they are holding several demon children.

The height of the witches is between 1.7 meters and 2 meters, but no matter how tall or short, their body proportions are very symmetrical, and they are well-proportioned, full of primitive beauty and wild temptation.

Turning to the other side, the group of Rakshasa male demons lined up are really ugly, with dark blue skin, face full of flesh, mouth like a bloody basin, and mouth full of sharp teeth.

The average height is over 2.5 meters, and the taller ones are over 3 meters, with extremely strong muscles all over their bodies.

The male orcs in World of Warcraft look more pleasing to the eye than them.

The hall is filled with shouting and quarreling in the language of the demons. Wen Rui is just starting to learn the Rakshasa language, so his proficiency is not very good and he can't hear it clearly.

I vaguely heard that the male demon was a demon leader who should be the chief of the tribe, cursing the leader of the hunting team who led the leader of the road party.

After listening for a long time, Wen Rui realized that the two male demons who were quarreling were actually brothers.

The tribal chief demon is the younger brother, and the hunting team leader demon is the older brother.

The chief's younger brother seemed to be saying something like: "The damn Onisan, who was fooled by the evil human race, betrayed the great Rakshasa clan and helped outsiders to kill his own people."

The hunter brother said: "Foolish Ou Doudou, you have never experienced that kind of supreme bliss, so you can't understand my feelings at all."

The grammar and vocabulary of the Rakshasa language are very different from those of Chinese, and Wen Rui couldn't translate it accurately. Anyway, it was probably like this.

"Quiet!"

Wen Rui said in the Rakshasa language he had just learned, with great majesty. This sentence was not shouted, but under the amplification of the loudspeaker, the sound resounded throughout the hall, shaking the dust on the dome to fall.

Wen Rui did not emit any spiritual energy or demonic energy, but the evil spirit of the general who once commanded thousands of troops was not ordinary. The 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 also felt a chill in their hearts. The instinct of survival of living things could understand that he was the master 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, that is, 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 angrily and roared at Wen Rui with a fishy smell: "I, Daman Chief Kanuk, challenge you! If you win, you will surrender, if you lose, you will leave!"

"I, the Great Sage Jie Tian, ​​the Lord of Bliss, the Wenren Demon, accept your challenge!"

Wen Rui followed suit, imitated his tone, and readily accepted it.

As for why he added the title of "Lord of Bliss", Wen Rui heard the group of demons calling him that, and thought it was cool and appropriate, so he simply plagiarized it for a while to shock the demons.

The demon chief felt that his uncontrollable body had regained its mobility, and immediately drew his fist and punched, and the casserole-sized fist fell on Wen Rui's face without deviation.

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, and waved his other fist in disbelief, hitting Wen Rui in the face again, but Wen Rui still did not move.

The second punch was even more powerful, and as a result, his entire hand was twisted and deformed, and his hand bones were broken into countless pieces.

After two punches, the Demon Chief's two hands were almost disabled. He then realized that Wen Rui was far from being as weak as he looked. In his small human body, it was as if there was a mountain, and it was a diamond mountain made of pure metal.

In order to fight for the last ray of life for the tribe, the unwilling chief leaned back suddenly, and then hit Wen Rui with his head as big as a millstone with all his strength.

This Rakshasa demon had a sharp horn on his head, which was like a sharp spear under such a powerful headbutt.

The sharp horn was inserted into Wen Rui's eye socket without deviation, but Wen Rui did not even blink, and there were also fine nanowires of the golden hoop buried under his pupils.

The demon chief was 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 horn pierced his eyeball, his hope was shattered in an instant.

He heard the sound of something breaking, not the "puff" sound of the eyeball breaking, but the "crackling" sound of the sharp horn bone breaking!

The hardest part of the Rakshasa demon's body, the thick and sharp horn that showed the Rakshasa's masculinity, was actually broken by the softest and most fragile eyeball of the human race.