Dark Ruins Dawn

Chapter 76 Devouring
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of even fainter-looking demons appeared, like wisps of black smoke, dancing wildly in the air and surrounding Zhuang Fan layer by layer.

Three demon generals, and a hundred strange demons.

Suddenly, numerous demonic shadows appeared.

Tataji and the rat-men soldiers behind him blocked the exit with perfect coordination, cutting off all of Zhuang Fan's escape routes.

A meticulously planned ambush.

Zhuang Fan's heart sank.

He could clearly sense that the concentration of dark mist within the Iron Tower was extremely high, and its strength far surpassed his own.

"on!"

With a command from the Iron Tower, the two incorporeal demon generals let out a shriek, transformed into two black shadows, and pounced directly into Zhuang Fan's body.

They were tearing everything apart, not just the eerie mist, but also his soul.

Zhuang Fan let out a muffled groan and swayed slightly.

A heart-wrenching pain shot through my mind, as if my soul was being torn apart.

Tataji licked his sharp teeth, his eyes contorted in a ferocious glare.

It has decided that it will make good use of the Demon General's puppet body as a snack with its drinks later.

Zhuang Fan's head was throbbing with pain, but he didn't panic. Instinctively, he activated his thoughts, carrying out an ultimate command:
suck!
Smoke it like crazy!
The two demon generals were having a good time causing trouble, but their bodies suddenly froze, and they quickly realized that something was wrong.

Not only did they fail to devour the other party in the slightest, but the pure dark mist within their own bodies also flowed out continuously like a flood.

The group of wandering demons were even weaker; the closer they got to Zhuang Fan, the faster their own demonic mist dissipated.

"what's the situation!"

The two demon generals tried to escape, but found themselves firmly sucked in and unable to break free.

Iron Tower noticed Zhuang Fan's unusual behavior, his expression changed slightly, but he didn't realize what had happened.

"Hmph, you are stubbornly resisting!"

Without further hesitation, he immediately struck, pressing his large hand against Zhuang Fan's forehead.

A powerful suction force acted on Zhuang Fan, attempting to completely drain him.

But the result was quite the opposite.

Zhuang Fan's suction force was stronger than all of them combined, completely unreasonable.

Zhuang Fan suddenly opened his eyes and met the cold gaze of the iron tower:

"You came just in time."

The tower was startled, finally realizing it had run into a steel plate.

Not only did the three demon generals fail to absorb any of the energy, but the dark mist within their own bodies was also frantically poured into Zhuang Fan's body.

"This is so weird!"

Eita was furious and immediately roared at Tataji beside him, "What are you standing there for! Make your move!"

Tataji snapped out of his daze: "Fire!"

“Da da da da—!”

More than a dozen iron-pipe rifles spat fire at the same time, and bullets rained down on Zhuang Fan.

But apart from tearing his large black robe to shreds, his nano-skin underneath remained completely unharmed, without even a scratch.

Tataji's eyes widened.

It was quite certain that Zhuang Fan wasn't wearing any armor; how could his skin be so tough as to stop bullets!
Several rat-men, refusing to believe it, charged at Zhuang Fan with chainsaws and sharp blades, but they couldn't leave any marks on him.

Oh, right, we need to use rocket launchers and bombs!

Just as Tataji was about to pull out his trump card, Zhuang Fan's icy voice rang out.

"Tataji!"

Its body trembled violently, gripped by fear.

"The consequences of choosing the wrong side are severe."

Upon hearing this, Tataji immediately regained his senses.

It looked at the three struggling demon generals, then at the unharmed Zhuang Fan, and instantly made the choice most in line with its rat nature.

"Cease fire! Withdraw your troops!"

Without hesitation, it waved its hand, ordering its men to cease fire and adopt a neutral stance.

It will wait until both sides have determined a winner before making a decision.

"You damn rat! Blow him up!"

The tower cursed loudly, but no sound came out.

The two demon generals beside it grew weaker and weaker, their forms becoming increasingly transparent.

In order to break free from the terrifying suction field, the iron tower roared and opened its huge mouth, swallowing hundreds of monsters around it in one gulp!
Instantly, the dark mist within its body surged, and it broke free of its restraints in one go, retreating in a disheveled state.

But the other two demon generals were not so lucky.

Their bodies faded in despair and were eventually completely devoured by Zhuang Fan.

At this moment, Zhuang Fan was surrounded by a thick dark mist, his black robes fluttering without wind, making him look like a demon king descending to earth.

The iron tower looked terrified and retreated far away, having no idea who this guy was.

This terrifying suction force is probably only comparable to the first demon general under the Demon Envoy's command.

But Zhuang Fan's situation is actually not good.

He absorbed too much pure, strange mist, and his body was about to burst.

The souls of those two demon generals were still wailing in his mind, and they seemed familiar, similar to the wails he had heard in the black mist.

"Iron Tower is being reckless; I truly do not recognize which sir you are."

The tower took the initiative to show weakness, its voice tinged with a hint of awe: "But I hope you will leave us alone and not disrupt our plans. I will report this matter truthfully to the Lord."

Even the Demon General would say, "Let's keep to ourselves."
Zhuang Fan forced himself to remain calm, his tone cold: "I want to see your master, Tirose."

"My lord has business to attend to and will not see any unauthorized personnel!" After saying this, the Iron Tower abandoned its human body, transformed into a cloud of dark mist, and fled in panic.

Zhuang Fan felt relieved; everything had settled down.

If tonight's competition wasn't about devouring the mysterious fog, but instead about being met with heavy firepower, he would definitely be dead.

"Sir, please spare my life!"

Tataji fell to his knees with a thud, burying his huge head deep in his chest, trembling as he begged for mercy.

It truly regretted provoking this scourge before it.

They thought that getting three demon generals to ambush them was a sure thing, but things went awry.

Following the principle of eliminating the root of the problem, Zhuang Fan wanted to kill Tataji on the spot.

But he can barely control his body now, and even moving a single step is difficult.

Tataji is a demon king. To make him go mad and twisted, it would probably require a massive amount of black mist, which he simply couldn't handle.

We can only rely on Huaxin from outside.

Zhuang Fan stood still and, in an unquestionable tone, gave Tataji several orders.

"Now is the time for you to atone for your sins."

"Yes! Yes! Please give your orders, sir!"

"First, release the Black Ratman, return the goods, and then add three times the amount as compensation."

"Yes!"

Tataji did not hesitate for a moment and immediately did as instructed.

The imprisoned Black Ratmen were released, and they looked at the mountain of goods before them in disbelief.

Under Tataji's command, the ratmen found several large flatbed carts, packed all the goods, and delivered them to the black ratmen.

"What are you standing there for? Come on, you're free!"

As Tataji watched the long convoy depart, his heart bled.

"second."

Zhuang Fan's voice rang out again: "Jetta and its Black Rat Clan are now my people. They are forbidden from crossing the line."

"Yes! I understand!"

Tataji immediately agreed and voluntarily vacated the area around the recycling station, promising not to set foot there.

"Third, compensate me with one million gold coins."

Tataji's heart skipped a beat.

It did indeed have a gold bar weighing one kilogram, which was the proceeds from the sale of another "Baron" mech last time.

It used to sleep with the gold bars in its arms every night, but now it has to reluctantly part with them.

"Sir, please take good care of it; it's still young."

Tataji took the heavy gold bar out of his pocket and reluctantly handed it over.

Zhuang Fan accepted it without hesitation.

By this time, he had regained some of his ability to walk.

Surrounded by ratmen, he didn't want to linger for a moment and slowly walked out of the cave.

He walked with a steady gait, as if he were surveying his territory, but in reality he couldn't walk fast because he had to keep his swaying body steady.

At this moment, Zhuang Fan was extremely envious of the demon's ability to fly; it was just too cool.

Tataji and the rat people followed cautiously behind, unaware of Zhuang Fan's true situation.

He subtly sent an encrypted message to Hua Xin through a communicator on his wrist.

Once the large rat comes out, kill it immediately.

If he can kill Tataji, he can make Jeda the leader of the Skaven.

He didn't care whether the Eiffel Tower would be angry.

Let's have another go if you dare.

……

The cold moonlight pierced through the gaps in the broken bridge.

Hua Xin lurked in the shadows, only the cold barrel of his gun was visible, its sharp silver edge outlined by the moonlight.

After receiving Zhuang Fan's message, her breathing remained steady, but her heartbeat quickened.

Sure enough, the figure shrouded in dark fog appeared from the cave entrance in the scope's field of view.

Next came Tataji, who followed behind.

Its enormous rat-like feet were revealed first, followed by its massive body encased in iron armor.

She placed her finger on the trigger and waited patiently.

Half of a rat's body has appeared.

Hua Xin didn't move; she only had one chance.

Through the scope, the plate armor on the chest was already exposed.

Then comes the rat's neck.

As soon as Tataji's rat head appears, she will immediately pull the trigger.

Hua Xin held her breath, her palms slightly sweaty.

However, just as Tataji's head was about to be exposed to the range of the shot, it suddenly stopped.

The rat's head was perfectly concealed by the edge of the slope, just a hair's breadth away.

It hunched slightly and said respectfully:

"Sir, please take care."

(End of this chapter)