My brother is so cunning.

Wen Rui stood there, motionless, letting the opponent hit him at will. As a result, the opponent not only failed to break the defense, but also injured his fists and broke his horns by the recoil force.

There is no doubt that Wen Rui is showing his overwhelming strength to deter the demons.

However, the fighting will of the demons far exceeds that of other races. In their thinking mode, both the superiority and the death are the proper endings of the challenge duel.

Regardless of the broken fist bones, the demon chief Kanuk swung his arms like crazy and smashed Wen Rui. The huge smashing force tore the nano Iron Man armor that Wen Rui was wearing into pieces.

The armor fragments kept falling, and Wen Rui's upper body gradually appeared. The bone spurs on the demon's fists broke and pierced the skin, leaving a series of cuts on Wen Rui's body.

But the cuts healed rapidly before the blood even flowed out, as if he had never been injured.

The nano subcutaneous network of the golden hoop filaments is located just below the epidermis, protecting most of the dermis.

Therefore, the sharp fairy-level weapon can only cause epidermal damage when it hits Wen Rui.

The crazy attack did not hurt Wen Rui at all, but the kinetic energy of the subcutaneous shield of the vibranium structure almost broke 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 fangs to bite, hit with his hard forehead, and continued to attack with all his efforts like crazy.

Wen Rui gradually lost his patience. Although he was unscathed, the demon who attacked him had a tattered body and splashed a lot of purple-black blood, which splashed all over Wen Rui.

The demon's blood not only exudes the odor of sulfide, but is also highly corrosive. The skin that is stained with it sizzles, and the healing speed under the catalysis of the nano unit is slowed down.

Wen Rui swung his hand, and his arm swung out like a whip, scratching the demon's neck.

The demon, who was still mad a moment ago, stopped moving abruptly, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, looking at Wen Rui with unwilling eyes.

A blood line appeared on his neck, and more and more black blood oozed out.

The height of the kneeling demon's head happened to be at the same level as Wen Rui, and Wen Rui stretched out his hand just enough to grab the demon's brown-red messy hair.

Grabbing the hair and gently lifting it, Wen Rui took off the demon's head, and the huge headless body fell forward. Wen Rui stepped aside and let the body fall into the dust.

"Now, can you admit defeat obediently?"

Wen Rui said to the head in his hand: "I can use the method of slaughter to more directly prove my strength and cruelty. Is that the scene you want to see?"

The vitality of the Rakshasa tribe is very tenacious. The head and body are separated, but the demon chief did not die immediately.

In fact, if the severed head is left there, it can still survive for a whole day and night.

Perhaps because the body no longer supplies blood to the head, the surging hot blood gradually cools down, the demon chief's rage finally ends, and his eyes become much clearer.

"You win, all the women of the Daman tribe are yours!"

The head made an unclear sound, and only part of the vocal cords and trachea were retained in the neck, making the demon chief's voice sound hoarse and leaking.

"I only ask you not to kill all our children. Before I die, I will make the children swear allegiance to you and recognize you as their master."

The voice of the demon chief revealed a bit of sadness and helplessness.

This is the norm of war between demon tribes.

The resources of the demon kingdom are extremely scarce, and wars between demon tribes are often not for plundering resources and competing for territory.

The most precious resource is population.

The winner kills all men and takes away women and children.

The brutal tribes 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 winning tribe has sufficient resources. If there is a famine, they will kill all the slaves and sacrifice blood to the demon gods in order to save food.

"Very good! Your chief has admitted defeat."

Wen Rui nodded with satisfaction, and slowly lifted the head of the demon chief 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 so much patience. I will kill one by one if you stand up. If you don't believe it, please try it."

The cold and cold Rakshasa language echoed in the hall, and the demons felt a chill on their backs.

The strong male demons turned their heads away, not daring to look Wen Rui in the eye.

The female demons seemed to have accepted their fate, and they just secretly took the demon child beside them into their arms and hugged them tightly.

I thought the conquest of this small tribe had been completed, but a not-so-tall figure rushed out. It was a demon child with a tender face.

Although he was a child, he was 1.7 meters tall, but he did not have the bulging muscles of an adult demon, and his appearance was not so ferocious.

The demon child held a thick iron fork that was much longer than his height. He jumped up quickly, stabbed it in the air, and went straight to Wen Rui's face.

"You killed my father, I will never be loyal to you! I would rather die than be a slave!"

Unlike the rough voice of an adult demon, the roar of the demon child was similar to that of an ordinary human teenager, and the shout was quite youthful and passionate.

Although the demon child's movements were fast, they were limited to the physical attributes of the Jindan stage. Compared with Wen Rui, who was assisted by the AI ​​motion capture system, it seemed like slow motion.

"Rakshasa woman, kill him!"

Wen Rui was too lazy to take action and gave the order to the Rakshasa woman in a cold voice.

The latter was obviously stunned, but immediately felt Wen Rui's cold gaze on her, and there was a hint of unclear severity in his eyes.

Although she was unwilling 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 have a good result afterwards.

The Rakshasa woman was the first to arrive, and she had swung her sword and put it away in a flash. The demon child fell to the ground, his body and head were separated, and his head happened to roll to Wen Rui's feet.

Seeing this, the demon chief howled in pain and hoarsely said: "Hiromodar, my child, why are you doing this! Live, 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 on was far less 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 loyal to the enemy forever?"

"You are worthy of being my son. I am proud of you!"

"Who else?"

Wen Rui stepped on the demon child's head and held the demon chief's head in his hand.

He didn't care about the deep father-son relationship between the demons at all, and asked calmly:

"This opportunity is rare. If you ask for death now, I can give you a quick death. If you miss this opportunity, it will not be as simple as death if you resist again."

I thought I was fierce enough to subdue the demons, but I never thought that a stunning beauty would come out from the witches.

"My husband and son have been killed by you. I will never forget the happy time with them, and I can't bear the inner torture of devoting my body and soul to serve my enemy."

Her eyes were lifeless, and there was no fear on her face. She said in a flat tone: "Powerful human wizard, please generously grant me a death, and don't leave a slave girl who hates you by your bed."

The beautiful witch narrated in a pleading tone: "I know such a request is presumptuous, because many conquerors like to torture women who hate him but can't resist, thinking that they get more pleasure in 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. Rakshasa, give her a quick death!"

"Thank you for your gift. After I die, I will not leave hatred and curses, but only praise 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.