Thanos' Massacre

In that brief span of time, Leo actually felt the painful period he had once endured in the universe.

It was even more exhausting.

The feeling of killing people was simply too painful.

Even though Leo had once thought he would never be troubled by such things again,

the sharp killing intent carried by each spray of blood had still accumulated bit by bit in Leo's heart.

Faced with these emotions growing from the depths of his soul and understanding, even the Golden Ring of Light, which could dispel negative effects, could not contribute much.

This exhaustion of the soul had triggered the body's most instinctive protective mechanism.

He needed to rest!

It was unimaginable. In less than two hours, Leo had moved between various bases and slaughtered more than seven thousand people with his own hands.

What kind of number was that?

During ordinary wars, even veterans who had only shot a few enemies would suffer psychological trauma and lasting aftereffects from the war.

This number was greater than the number of casualties in a medium-sized battle.

This number was comparable to the audience at a large concert.

Looking out, the number of people was too great to take in at a glance, yet in just over an hour, every one of them had fallen to Leo.

He knew perfectly well that these people were all deranged members of Hydra. He knew perfectly well that they had killed even more S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

But after killing so many people, Leo was still somewhat exhausted. He did not want to continue.

If no one needed him to provide rescue, and if all he could do at the next base was exterminate the Hydra members inside, then he would rather simply lie down.

Leo had already done enough. The remaining Hydra members