Chapter 1720 - 1018: Half-leaf Greatsword VS Wet Little Scythe_3

The battered Leon walked up with the pride of a victor and bent down to pick up the light point.

[Wet Little Scythe]

[Short-handled scythe held by the wet humanoid that crawled out from the depths, featuring dark attribute attack power]

[Combat Skill: Shattering Step, which allows you to swiftly move to the side or behind an enemy]

Leon raised the small scythe high, and shouted excitedly:

"I got the little scythe!"

With this, he was now a complete Soul V!

Having obtained the Wet Little Scythe, and with the combined power of the Ring Capture Half-leaf Little Scythe trinity, what difficulty couldn’t he overcome? Absolutely none!

Yet moments later, he encountered a minor problem.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

No one told me there was such a giant moth up there shooting white lights!

White beams, causing terrifying explosions, continuously rained down from the sky while Leon dodged among the ruins, each ruin only providing brief shelter. Whether it was the walls of Losric or the remnants of Yanor Londo, they would be blasted to nothing under this single white light mortar, and soon this area of ruins would be turned into flat ground.

He glanced up at the sky at a creature resembling a supersized moth, feeling a pang in his gut.

Just earlier, he had bounced down from the mountain where Soul V’s avatar resided, arriving at an open area with fewer ruins, intending to find a suitable spot to continue landing.

Suddenly, an angel rose in front of him.

It’s the thing up in the sky now.

That entity had pure white wings, completely unfolded would be as big as two Pilgrimage Butterflies, and its whole body emitted a sacred light, like an angel descending from the sky.

But upon closer inspection, you’d notice something was wrong, how come this angel looks like a giant butterfly, and the body was a twisted, hideous humanoid, with even those large wings formed by a mass of tendons extending from its body?

Clearly a flesh-mutated monster, yet it exudes such a holy aura.

Leon was already resigned to the appearance of ancient creatures, he couldn’t imagine such beings even in a lifetime.

The only problem now was, how to get past this stage?

White light once again crashed down, shattering his hiding spot, but amidst the flying debris he had long calculated the distance to hide beyond the explosion’s range, and with his strength already gathered, he threw the Giant Thunder Spear towards the angel.

He prayed in his heart to see the thunder tearing the angel into pieces.

However, the Giant Thunder Spear simply passed through the angel’s body and gradually disappeared into the horizon, while the terrible white light shot by the angel followed right after.

"Why did it go straight through!"

Leon quickly used Hound Step to dodge, but this time it backfired because the explosion range of that wretched white light directly included the maximum distance of his Hound Step, causing him to be caught by the explosion’s shockwave as soon as he appeared, sending him flying.

Even at this moment, he was wondering why the Giant Thunder Spear didn’t hit the target, surely his accuracy couldn’t have failed?

Of course, he couldn’t hit.

Because in Gong Qiying’s settings, the angel is more like a kind of texture.

How could a person hit a texture?

"Damn it, so painfully..."

Leon struggled to stand up, as another white light approached, once again sending him flying, this time his direction was fortunate enough to land in a heap of ruins, disappearing upon impact.

The angel seeing this did not continue to attack, perhaps because it only attacks living beings within its sight.

So what if he had the little scythe, he couldn’t hit the enemy anyway.

Just then, another voice suddenly arose from the ruins.

"Need help?"

Is there someone here?

Leon lifted his head, only to see someone squatting in the ruins, looking like an iron bucket—no, a person wearing armor like an iron bucket.

"My name is Lapu, what’s yours?"

The ironclad figure uttered a friendly voice towards him.