"I—"
Leon suddenly opened his eyes, a classic phrase burst out instantly, his body jumped up as if reflexively.
Upon taking a look, he found himself lying on a pile of ashes, surrounded by collapsed buildings, the scenery still that of the chaotic gathering place, the Dark Ring still hanging high in the sky.
He stared blankly at this scenery that could be said to be familiar, finally deflatingly lying back on the ground, muttering to himself:
"I'm dead..."
And killed by the little minions.
This... honestly, is quite embarrassing.
"What the hell is going on with those monsters!"
He unwillingly sat up, shouting.
The drenched humanoid, this thing felt terrible to fight, the toughness alternates between absurdly strong and weak as if non-existent, the life force far exceeds what minions should have, let alone the paralyzing effect resembling Ring Capture.
Are you really just minions?
"I kind of want that scythe."
He suddenly expressed his heartfelt wish.
