The scythe that was in the necromancer's hand dropped as it pierced towards Henry's chest. The necromancer had decided that he was going to deal with Henry by destroying his heart. In this way, there would not be much chance that he was going to survive even after he got out of here.
Puff!
The scythe landed on the target. But, the expression of the necromancer shifted as he realized that Henry had not been injured by the attack. Instead, the armor had blocked the scythe from penetrating Henry's chest.
As for the blood that had splashed out, it seemed that this came from the impact of the attack on the armor. This made Henry spew blood from his mouth.
"It seems that I have become an idiot a little. Instead of chopping off the head, I tried hitting the armor that I know I cannot manage to deal with." The necromancer shook his head.
