My brother is so cunning.

In the earth, the evil demon realm, on a plain at the foot of Mount Mahalaya.

Countless Rakshasa warriors fought on the plain, and the shouts of killing shook the earth.

The battle between Rakshasa was more intense than the battle between the mortal armies. These demons, who were born with strong bodies, could jump up to tens of meters, and their strength was as strong as that of lions and elephants.

The demons were divided into two camps. One of them had more people, but the weapons they used were very primitive. They were all rough sticks, irregularly shaped inferior iron hammers, and iron forks.

The other side had more than half the number of soldiers, but the warriors were wearing full silver armor and holding silver spears. The exquisiteness of the armor and spears was just like the props in an epic movie, and some of them were so exquisite that they seemed untrue to history.

Whether the weapons and armor were exquisite or crude, in fact, for the demons with too strong bodies, the improvement in combat power was not obvious.

Mortal heavy armored soldiers are almost crushing enemies without armored soldiers, but the demons wearing heavy armor do not have a clear advantage, and they cannot withstand the heavy blows of inferior iron hammers weighing hundreds of pounds.

However, the silver spear held by the armored demon is the key to completely turning the tide of the battle.

The silver armor has ordinary defense, but it can penetrate into the body of the armored demon and heal external and internal injuries. It looks like armor, but it is actually an automatic healing device attached to the body.

At the same time, once the enemy soldiers are stabbed by the silver spear, they will immediately become stiff and paralyzed. Soon they will seem to lose their minds and turn against them.

Once the enemy soldiers turn against them, the fog on the battlefield will gather on him, automatically generating a set of silver armor, and his crude weapon will also turn into a silver spear.

In this way, the soldiers of the side with superior strength will become fewer and fewer, while the silver-armored soldiers of the disadvantaged side will become more and more.

Above the battlefield, the commanders of the two armies are fighting desperately.

The chief of the Silver Armor Demon Army was Huang Tianhua. He stepped on the auspicious clouds, held the Flying Lightning Gun, and rushed through the air. His moves were as fast as lightning, and the golden spear stabbed out like a thunderbolt.

The one fighting against him was a five-meter-tall Rakshasa Demon King. Although he was tall and mighty, his movements were only a few points slower than Huang Tianhua, but he was made of steel and iron. The Flying Lightning Gun, a fairy weapon, stabbed at the vitals, and only burst out dazzling sparks, but could not penetrate at all.

One god and one demon, they were a perfect match, and the general met a good talent. The battle was so fierce that it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

The Rakshasa Demon King was not the warrior of the thousand-man tribe mentioned by the chief before. That tribe had long been picked by Huang Tianhua and led the demon soldiers, and had no power to resist.

The great demon king who could fight Huang Tianhua on equal terms at this time was called Dusana. He was a general under the Rakshasa King Balona, ​​and was also the chief of a ten-thousand-man tribe loyal to Lanka City.

With the assistance of Wen Rui Shadow Warrior, Huang Tianhua has pacified dozens of demon tribes of all sizes on the eastern side of Mount Moraya, and established a loose tribal alliance through the blood food trade.

As the tribal alliance continued to expand, it finally attracted the attention of the Rakshasa tribe.

The attention of demons is often hostile, and often means that a winner must be determined, and the winner can get everything the loser has.

At first, the shadow warrior tried to ease the conflict through negotiations and proposed to pay the blood food tribute to the Dusana tribe, but was flatly rejected by the other party.

The arrogant Dusana did not discuss the conditions at all. He only wanted these outsiders who called themselves "Eastern Merchants" to surrender, and then offer a way to go to the East, and lead him to go to the East for an expedition and looting.

In this way, there was no possibility of reconciliation between the two sides, and Huang Tianhua was not a soft persimmon, and he immediately became furious and asked for a fight.

The Rakshasa tribe was happy to hear about war, so of course they would not refuse. The two sides faced each other on this plain and fought in a group.

A hundred miles away from the fiercely fighting battlefield, Shadow Warrior Wen Rui and Rakshasa stood on the bow platform of a transport ship, watching the battle from afar.

"What a powerful gold magic." Rakshasa stared at the two armies fighting on the ground, and couldn't help but sighed: "How did you do it? You can actually conjure up armor and weapons out of thin air. The armor can heal injuries, and the weapons can control the enemy's mind. It can be said to be a strategic-level magical power."

Shadow Warrior Wen Rui is actually Jarvis. What magical power does an artificial intelligence robot know? The effect seen by Rakshasa is just one of the many applications of nanorobots.

The specific method is to secretly spread a large number of nano units on the battlefield before the war, and then the AI ​​master control system on the transport ship controls the nano units to combine into armor and weapons at any time according to the battlefield situation.

Provide continuous support for one's own soldiers.

When the level of science and technology is high to a certain extent, in the cognition of the ancients, it is no different from a miracle.

I don't know if Jarvis acted too well, or if Luosha and Huang Tianhua's eyesight was too poor. It has been more than a year since Wen Rui's body slipped away, but he still hasn't been exposed.

At this time, the shadow warrior controlled the nanorobot to simulate the effect of the magic power, which made them believe it even more, and they thought Wen Rui was always by his side.

"Don't forget, I am the leader of the contemporary Jinling Xianzong. Jinling Xianzong is the strongest sect in the three realms of gold. A mere 'divine armor body protection technique' and a 'divine weapon defeating the enemy technique' are just tricks."

The shadow warrior stroked the three long beards on his chin in a pretentious manner, and pretended to be familiar with it.

"This kind of magic power that can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of ordinary soldiers is definitely a unique skill that all demon kings dream of."

Raksha said admiringly: "With this strategic-level magic power, how can you lose the war?"

"That may not be the case." Shadow Warrior Wen Rui pointed at the two army commanders in the air and said, "In a world where great power is concentrated in one person, the victory or defeat of soldiers is often meaningless. It also depends on the victory or defeat between the top combat forces of both sides."

"Silver spears are ineffective against high-level Rakshasa demon kings. Their bodies are too strong, and immune cells can devour and destroy nano units."

"If our army commander is defeated, no matter how many soldiers there are, they will be slaughtered by the enemy commander alone."

I don't know if it was Jarvis's crow mouth that was blessed. Before the shadow warrior finished speaking, Huang Tianhua was unable to dodge and was hit by the majestic demonic shock wave that burst out from Dusa's punch in the air. He fell from the clouds like a golden meteor.

After all, he was a general whose soul was deified. Huang Tianhua was one level lower than the Zhou army generals who became saints in the flesh. He had been guarding the gate of hell for five hundred years and had never encountered a strong enemy. His skills were actually much worse.

The falling figure crashed into the cliffs, smashing a mountain into pieces, but it still couldn't stop falling.

Dusana jumped suddenly, and a pair of huge flesh wings grew on his back. He flapped his wings and flew towards the place where Huang Tianhua fell, ready to pursue him.

He flapped his wings, flying faster and faster, waving his arms to gather magic energy, and hit the collapsed mountain again from a distance.

Black energy balls shot out from his fists, and when they fell to the ground, there was a violent explosion. A series of explosions resounded across the plains, and mountains collapsed one after another.

The airflow blown away by the explosion was extremely strong, and the transport ships hundreds of miles away were blown by the shock wave. It is conceivable how much damage Huang Tianhua, who was at the center of the explosion, would suffer.