I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

Hearing Flanders's somewhat disappointed tone, the wild boar father was stunned at first. Then, he placed both his hands on the hilt of the knife, and his muscles bulged as he continuously exerted force.

At the same time, perhaps because he felt Flanders's provocation and ridicule, the phantom image that appeared on the surface of the bone scraping knife gradually solidified.

When the scarlet phantom image solidified and gradually became clear, covering the original body of the bone scraping knife, Flanders finally understood what this phantom image looked like.

It was a mouth with layers and layers of sharp teeth.

Although it was called a mouth, other than the teeth, one could not see the lips or the tongue.

These teeth continuously gnawed on Flanders's body, emitting waves of ear-piercing sounds as if they were scraping against metal. One could not help but feel their ears ache.

Flanders understood in his heart. He had a clearer judgment of the strength of this strange pair in front of him.

Based on what he had displayed so far, Flanders felt that the other party was only slightly stronger than the Sword king.

Of course, this was referring to the Sword King in his normal state. He did not consider the fatal skill that required him to sacrifice his life.

"If it's only at this level, you've really disappointed me."

Flanders began to exert his strength. At the same time, Apophis, who had already prepared himself, swung his sword at the wild boar father waist under the guidance of his right hand.

Feeling Flanders's attack, the wild boar's father had no intention of letting go and continued to attack.

His movements did not change, but the mane on his body began to grow longer and harder, shining with a metallic luster.

"Oh, it seems that you are very confident. I don't dislike you."

Flanders's casual words attracted the wild boar strange creature dissatisfaction. It moved its snout and let out an angry snort.

Hmph!

Hot air spewed out from its nostrils. The wild boar strange creature seemed to be expressing its disdain.

"Bring it on!"

Flanders received this feedback from the other party's eyes.

"Haha. Interesting!"

Flanders did not care, because there was someone who was more anxious and angry than him.

That was Sword Apophis.

As a slightly famous magic sword, Sword Apophis had never been looked down upon so much.

Although it was only a C rank strange creature sword, that was only its own level.

As a magic sword type strange creature, the power it could display depended on the user.

The more powerful the user was, the greater the power it could unleash.

With Flanders's support, Sword Apophis was confident that he would teach his opponent a lesson.

Under sword Apophis's control, the green energy became light and thin, like a piece of paper.

Puchi!

Without any intention of stopping the wild boar father, Sword Apophis cut open the wild boar's mane without any hindrance, leaving a large wound on the wild boar's body.

Fresh blood spurted out just like that.

A thin mist of blood spread throughout the entire room.

The blood was not wasted. Soon, a suction force erupted from the bone scraping knife, sucking all of the blood mist over.

The bone scraping knife absorbed as much blood as the wild boar's father spurted out.

Under the nourishment of the blood, Flanders could feel the biting force from the bone scraping knife on his body continuously increasing.

However, his opponent's attack was still unable to break through his defense.

It was about time. Flanders was a little disappointed when he saw that the wild boar did not display any more powerful skills.

Perhaps it was because the wild boar father had not displayed the full strength of his current body not long after he had become strange.

He only had a B rank strange creature, and he was unable to fully utilize it.

Compared to the blood-red princess back at the amusement park, he was far inferior.

At the very least, the blood-red princess would be able to successfully break through his Demonic God's Body.

Night Cut...

...Combo!

The same energy undulations came from the two weapons.

Flanders directly took control of Sword Apophis and swung his arms, drawing a beautiful cross in front of him.

Black and green energy collided at this moment.

"Awoo!"

The wild boar father took the blow at point-blank range and was sent flying with the bone scraping knife.

And the direction he flew towards was the direction of his wife and daughter.

Looking at her husband who was flying towards her like a meat bomb, the strange mother's eyes were cold. A short sound came from her nose.

Hmph!

Unlike her husband, the strange creature mother had a high degree of control over her body after becoming a strange creature.

She had already developed a few skills.

One look and one voice could trigger a special and powerful effect.

Not to mention Flanders, even Sword Apophis, who had lived for so long, had not seen such a talent.

If this strange creature was the black-haired girl hatched from a strange creature egg, then perhaps it would make sense.

But the one who displayed this ability was the strange creature mother.

Moreover, she was not the only one who could do it. Her eldest daughter, the white-haired girl, could also do it.

It was just that she was not as skilled and powerful as her mother.

Sword Apophis was stunned. He could not understand, so he could only attribute everything to the strange creature egg.

After all, no one could say that they had an absolute understanding of the strange creature egg.

He himself had heard a lot of rumors, so he did not know exactly what kind of abilities and effects it had, and he could not tell them all.

Flanders did not care about these things. Seeing that the strange creature mother used unknown methods to directly intercept the father of the wild boar in the air and throw it to the side, he began to be on guard.

Although both of them were B+ rank, their strength was slightly stronger than Flanders's, Flanders was still very confident in himself.

However, this did not mean that there was no hope for the opponent in the battle.

The battle was ever-changing, and nothing unexpected happened.

Flanders let go of Apophis and continued to let the opponent use his sword skills.

He had only tried to use Night Cut with different weapons, and the result was satisfying to Flanders.

The flow of energy was very smooth, and the power released was on par with that released by the scythe.

As a weapon, Sword Apophis had indeed made Flanders happy and used it very smoothly.

Regarding Flanders's sudden intention to take control, Sword Apophis did not hesitate and instantly released the channeling of the energy in his body.

That move just now could be considered the first real cooperation between Flanders and Sword Apophis.

This was the first time sword Apophis was actually used as a magic sword rather than a launching pad.