The Red-armored Woman stepped out, her sky-blue eyes sweeping over the corpse struggling like a trapped beast. Her frost-red lips parted as she said, "What's this? Someone actually dared to play dead?
Not bad. You've got courage, but perhaps not much sense. Did you think that after we spent so long planning every operation and mobilized so many people, we'd really be fooled by such a low-level trick as playing dead?"
"My lady, how should we handle him?" someone beside her asked quietly.
"Simple. I'll deal with this one myself. You all just step back," said the Red-armored Woman.
"But, my lady..." The people beside her looked somewhat worried.
"It's nothing. Just step back," said the Red-armored Woman.
"Uh, yes." No one dared say anything more. With a wave of the hand, the Wizards and soldiers dispersed, leaving the corpse that had risen from the dead alone with the Red-armored Woman.
The Red-armored Woman glanced at the silver ring on the corpse's hand and raised an eyebrow. "So you're a Silver Ring. No wonder you managed to fool quite a few people by playing dead at first. But this is as far as you go. A Silver Ring is still a little too weak. If you weren't a Silver Ring but a Gold Ring, you might have had a chance to escape.
But only a chance. I remember there was a Gold Ring among you before, named Josh or John, supposedly sent here to replace his predecessor. In the end, we cut off his head and killed him. He didn't seem all that different from a Silver Ring. I wonder how your strength compares to his."
As she spoke, the Red-armored Woman slowly drew her longsword and gave it a light shake. One beam of light after another lit up