"Damn it, you cowards! You weaklings! If you've got the guts, come at me together!"
The Minotaur furiously hammered the ground.
"Fuck, do you think we're idiots? Go up there and let you hit us all at once?" A soldier immediately snapped.
"Exactly, you despicable Demon! Dream on—we'll surround you and beat you to death!" A squad captain added. "Don't let it fool you. It just wants us to gather around so it can wipe us all out in one wave!"
This Minotaur looked huge and simple-minded, but it was actually cunning and sinister, trying to provoke them into attacking together.
"Damn you bastards, trash, worthless scum!" The Minotaur spewed curses.
It had already learned the local language of the Lottas Kingdom.
Yet that only drew fiercer ridicule from the soldiers.
The Minotaur sneered. These idiots had actually refused to take the bait, which was rather unexpected.
In the past, these foolish soldiers had never bothered thinking about combat. They used all their brains figuring out how to run away and survive.
And now they were actually considering how to fight better.
Was this the wonder of that power? Unfortunately, it was not without countermeasures.
What was so impressive about resurrection?
It had seen plenty of things that could revive.
Liches, skeletons, vampires...
They could all revive.
But every resurrection came at a cost.
And there were ways to break it.
I can't stop you from reviving, and I can't defeat you, but I can scare you mad, corrupt you, make you fall...
With that thought, it suddenly sliced open its chest, sending a great spray of blood scattering down.
It smashed its hammer down, and blood splattered everywhere, spraying far into the distance.
"Ah!"
A soldier was splashed across the face with bull blood, and immediately began crying out.