The thick black smoke slowly dispersed with the wind, and the tyrant's huge body was gradually revealed in front of everyone's eyes. It still sat in the middle of the dark throne, the front half of its arms gone, and the sections of its arms were still covered with curling black smoke that had not yet completely dissipated. There is a deep hollow wound in the center of the chest painted with the evil totem, and several ribs with broken sections can be seen inside the hole, and half of the broken heart can be seen hidden deeper into the broken ribs. The hollow edge of the chest was covered with a spider's web, as if the body were porcelain.

The gray light marks on the tyrant's face, which represented his eyes, also lost their luster at this moment, and completely dimmed. Its body remained motionless, as if it were really dead, its back resting on the back of the Pitch-Black Throne, its neck crooked.

Seeing this situation, Wu Qi and the others couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, feeling extremely incredible. It is true that more than thirty heavy artillery shells were extremely powerful when they were concentrated on the enemy, but this huge demon who appeared in front of them with such a domineering posture sitting on the pitch-black throne and being surrounded and driven by an entire army of violent beasts did not even resist, and was blown up by the heavy artillery and died in the heart, which was too fake!

"Will you shoot another round?" Wu Qi thought silently in his heart.

He thinks that the best solution for the convoy in the current situation is to shoot another round of bombardment, completely deal with the remnants of the Tyrant Legion, destroy the corpse of the tyrant, and then make a detour. However, such a plan is time-consuming and ammunition-intensive, and the amount of ammunition consumed by the minute-long super-powerful fire suppression just now is probably not a small proportion of the total ammunition reserves of the armed convoy, and the commander, General Hicks, may not choose to do so.

After all, a third-order plague species that led the Tyrant Beast Legion to intercept the bones was just "a third-order plague species" after all. Their return journey is fraught with danger, and this level of enemy can only be considered an enemy to be taken seriously, not to be fought with all their might.

Soon, General Hicks's voice came from the audio broadcast, and he gave the order for the armed convoy to continue around a small bend, and there was no decision to shoot another round of bombardment.

The 1-kilometer distance was quickly crossed under the tires of the armed heavy field vehicles, and the remnants of the Beast Legion were defeated as a chaotic beast tide without command and scattered to the right side of the convoy.

This small tide of violent beasts was not to be feared, several anti-aircraft machine guns turned over, the metal barrels rotated at high speed, and it only took a few seconds to spit out a meter-long tongue of fire, and the small tide of violent beasts and beasts fell down in rows of brushes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wu Qi had been paying close attention to the situation of the remnants of the Beast Legion, and he couldn't see anything strange until the end. The convoy quickly drove to the back of the pitch-black throne, and Wu Qi's vision was no longer the figure of the tyrant.

Wu Qi finally came to the conclusion that the crisis was over.

The timer on the inner wall of the carriage had now accumulated to six and a half minutes, and they had been dragged in place by the Beast Legion for a full minute, so they had to set off at full speed to catch up on their progress.

The armed convoy re-embarked on the road of high-speed and straight, and in the middle of the night, the armed convoy encountered another wave of plague beasts from the left and right in front.

At the same moment, in a position of 2 kilometers behind the convoy of armed vehicles. The annihilated Tyrant Legion and the Tyrant's body attracted the covetousness of a group of more than two hundred plague species.

This group of plague species came one step too late, they could not keep up with the pace of the armed convoy carrying the bones, and they could not catch up with the pursuit of the bones, they would only be thrown farther and farther, so they gave up the idea of chasing the bones. They followed the tail of the armed convoy and saw the corpses of the same kind everywhere.

The plague species that have evolved a little bit of wisdom have the intelligence of ordinary animals, and they realize that the chance of dying after chasing the bones will be very high, but making "dead people's wealth" is not only safe, but also can make a fortune!

The body of the tyrant in front of these plague species is their first windfall. They were all second-order lifeforms, and the corpses of third-order lifeforms were enough to call them a hearty meal.

More than two hundred plague species all swarmed up, and the carpet of the corpses of the beasts that could not be seen at a glance was directly crossed by them, without even looking at them. They came to the seat of the Dark Throne, and the fastest plague species jumped directly onto the tyrant's feet, climbing the tyrant's legs towards the tyrant's upper body.

If there are advantages and disadvantages in each part of a rich meal, then the spinal cord, brain, and heart are the best parts, which contain the strongest and most abundant life energy.

In a few breaths, more than 200 plague species all climbed onto the pitch-black throne made of unknown black mud glued with the bones of countless creatures, and the fast-moving plague species had crawled to the back of the tyrant's head and the gap in his chest, and the luck was the best to occupy the most perfect tasting spot, ready to feast.

The third group of plague species chose the part of the tyrant's spine, but when they climbed up to the tyrant's shoulder and looked back, they were surprised to find that the tyrant's spine and the dark throne were actually one! The tyrant cannot stand up or move because the most critical part of his body is locked up with the Dark Throne, and forcibly moving can only end in death.

At this moment, a mutation protrudes! Dozens of plague species that were still standing on the seats or armrests of the huge pitch-black throne, without jumping onto the tyrant, suddenly shortened, and their four legs sank into the vast black mud on the surface of the pitch-black throne as if they were sinking into a quagmire!

The black mud that was originally cast into the throne was transformed into an extremely soft and easy sea of black mud without all the plague species expecting it, as if it were a deliberate trap. The Dark Throne itself was tall and tall, like Tarzan and humans in front of these normal-sized plague species, and they had no place to hold on to their bodies from falling into the sea of black mud.

Several plague species that happened to be on the edge of the tyrant's body quickly raised their front paws, trying to grab the flesh on the tyrant's thighs alive, but the sea of black mud below their hind legs seemed to have a great suction, and their claws could not pierce the muscles of the tyrant's thighs, and they were forcibly swallowed alive by the sea of black mud in an instant.

Only 3 seconds after the mutation occurred, dozens of plague species were all swallowed by the sea of black mud, and none of them were spared! Their bodies are 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, and the entities swim inside the Sea of Black Mud; Dozens of wisps of gray smoke moved towards the back of the Dark Throne, heading upwards until it submerged into the part of the Throne that was connected to the tyrant's spine.