The thick black smoke slowly dispersed with the wind, and the tyrant's huge body gradually appeared in front of everyone. It was still walking in the middle of the dark throne, the front half of its arms disappeared, and the sections of its legs and arms were left with a lingering black smoke that had not completely dissipated. There was a very deep hollow wound in the center of the chest with the evil totem painted on it. Outside the hollow, several ribs with broken cross-sections could be seen, and a half-broken heart hidden deeper in the broken ribs could be seen. There are cracks extending like spider webs around the edge of the hollow chest, as if the body is made of porcelain.
The gray light marks representing the eyes on the tyrant's face also lost their light at this moment, completely dimming to the east. Its body was motionless, as if it was really dead, with its back leaning on the backrest of the dark throne and its neck tilted.
Seeing this scene, Wu Qi and others couldn't help but gulp down their saliva, feeling extremely unbelievable. It is true that the power of more than thirty heavy artillery shells concentrated on the enemy is extremely powerful, but it appears in front of them with the awe-inspiring and domineering posture of walking on the dark throne, surrounded by an entire army of violent beasts. The giant demon didn't even resist, and died with his heart broken by heavy artillery fire. It looked too fake!
"Are you good at shooting a round?" Wu Qi thought to himself.
He believed that the best way for the convoy to solve the current situation was to shoot and bomb again to completely eliminate the remnants of the Tyrant Legion, destroy the tyrant's body, and then take a detour. However, such a plan consumes time and ammunition. The one-minute-long super-strong fire suppression just now consumes a large proportion of the total ammunition reserve of the armed convoy. The commander, General Hicks, may not choose to do that.
After all, a man who leads an army of violent beasts to intercept the third-level plague species that cannot turn into bones is not just a "third-level plague species" in the final analysis. Their journey back is full of dangers, and an enemy of that level can be regarded as an enemy that needs to be treated seriously, rather than one that needs to be fought with all his strength.
Soon, General Hicks's voice came from the audio broadcast. He ordered the armed convoy to continue moving around a small turn and decided not to shoot and bomb the remaining defeated soldiers.
The distance of 1 kilometer was quickly covered by the tires of the heavy-armed battlefield vehicles. The defeated remnants of the beast army turned into a chaotic tide of beasts without any command and rushed towards the right side of the convoy.
That small wave of violent beasts was nothing to be afraid of. Several anti-aircraft machine guns turned towards it, and the metal barrels rotated at high speed, spitting out one-meter-long tongues of fire. Within a few seconds, the small wave of violent beasts lined up in rows at a speed visible to the naked eye. Swish down the east.
Wu Qi has been paying attention to the condition of the remaining soldiers of the Beast Legion, and he couldn't see anything strange until the beginning. The convoy quickly drove to the back of the Dark Throne, and the tyrant was no longer in Wu Qi's sight.
Wu Qi had previously come to a conclusion as to whether the crisis was over.
The timer on the outer wall of the carriage has now accumulated to 6 and a half minutes. They were dragged in place by the beast army for a full minute. They must set off at full speed to recover the progress.
The armed convoy returned to the high-speed straight road. After a while, the armed convoy encountered another wave of plague beasts coming from the left and right in front.
At the same time, he was 2 kilometers behind the armed convoy. The destroyed beast army and the body of the tyrant attracted the covetousness of a group of more than two hundred plague species.
The group of plague species came a step too late. They couldn't keep up with the armed convoy carrying the Insubstantial Bones, and they couldn't catch up if they continued to pursue them. They would be thrown further and further away, otherwise they gave up the idea of chasing the Insubordinate Bones. They followed the tail of the armed convoy and saw corpses of the same kind everywhere.
Plague species that have evolved a little bit of wisdom have the intelligence of ordinary animals. When they see this, they realize that the chance of death is very high if they chase the unresolved bones, but making "death wealth" is not only safe, but they can also make a fortune!
The body of the tyrant in front of the plague species was their first windfall. They are all second-level life forms, and the corpses of third-level life forms can be considered a sumptuous meal for them.
More than two hundred plague species all swarmed in, and they stepped directly over the endless carpet of violent beast corpses without even looking at it. They came to the east of the Black Throne. The fastest batch of plague species jumped directly on the tyrant's feet, climbed on the tyrant's legs and crawled towards the tyrant's body.
If every part of a rich meal has its advantages and disadvantages, then the spinal cord, brain, and heart are the best parts. Those parts contain the strongest and most abundant life energy. You can eat it if you are late. Those parts of the legs and feet wouldn't evolve much if they were eaten.
In a few breaths, more than two hundred plague species all crawled onto the dark throne made of unknown black mud bonded with the bones of countless creatures. The fast-moving plague species had already crawled to the back of the tyrant's head and the gap in the chest. , had the best luck occupying the perfect tasting spot, and were ready to feast.
The third batch of plague species selected the tyrant's spine, but when they climbed onto the tyrant's shoulders and looked at his back, they were surprised to find that the tyrant's spine and the dark throne were actually connected as one! The tyrant cannot stand up or move because the most critical part of its body is locked to the Black Throne. Forcibly moving will result in death.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred! More than a hundred people stood on the seat or legrests of the huge dark throne. They did not jump to the plague species on the tyrant's body. Their body suddenly dwarfed, and their four legs sank into the vast blackness on the surface of the dark throne like sinking into a mire. In the mud!
The black mud that was originally made into a hardened throne turned into a sea of black mud that was extremely soft and easy to sink in circumstances that none of the plague species expected. It was like a deliberate trap. The Black Throne itself is so tall that it reaches the sky. It is like Mount Tai in front of the normal-sized plague species and humans. There is no place for them to pull on to prevent their bodies from falling into the sea of black mud.
The plague species that were just on the edge of the tyrant's body quickly lifted up, trying to hold on to the flesh of the tyrant's thigh for dear life, but the sea of black mud to the east of the hind legs seemed to have a strong suction force, and their claws stung. Without entering the muscles of the tyrant's thigh, he was forcefully swallowed alive by the sea of black mud in an instant.
Just 3 seconds after the mutation occurred, more than a hundred plague species were swallowed up by the sea of black mud, and no one was spared! Their bodies were dissolved and digested by the sea of black mud, turning into wisps of gray smoke reflected on the surface of the sea of black mud. The entities were swimming outside the sea of black mud; dozens of wisps of gray smoke moved and swam toward the backrest of the dark throne. It rushed straight forward until it submerged into the throne part that was integrated with the tyrant's spine.