Leinster tugged his chains and the red meat monster's head was instantly separated from its body, the fresh meat spilling all over the floor.
The red meat monster lost its head, but it only staggered slightly.
The meat spilled on the floor slowly wriggled, merging with the main body and the "head" was once again intact.
Leinster's eyelids twitched ominously.
Hello? Don't tell him this monster would always survive as long as the red meat was still there?
He had clearly cut off this thing's head!
Should he grind all the red meat to ground meat? Or would they still merge into another entity— a patty man?
Leinster's head was throbbing and he felt that he couldn't kill these strange monsters the way he usually did.
If these monsters couldn't be cut or stabbed...
Leinster looked at the aisle where his two fans were hiding and immediately shouted,
"Sealed Demon King! Toss me a spare oil can!"
"Huh? What? Where— "
"Inside the shopping bag! Hurry!"
"Okay, okay!"
