I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

"Ahhhhh!!"

When Lyle saw that the two arms on the black scythe, he realized that his arms were gone.

After a while, he felt intense pain.

Lyle howled in pain.

He even lay on the ground and rolled around in pain.

This could not be helped. Anyone who had their arms cut off would feel the same.

After all, they were humans and could feel pain. Unlike Flanders, who was just a scarecrow and could not feel any pain, even if he was in flames, he would not feel the slightest bit of pain.

At most, the flames would burn away the straws on his body.

However, this flaw had already been solved by Flanders's Demonic God's Body.

Not to mention ordinary flames, even extremely sharp swords and magic attacks with high damage would not be able to break through his defense.

Lyle was still howling in pain.

Then, he felt a wave of pressure, knowing that someone was standing in front of him.

Lyle opened his eyes in pain.

He only saw the scarecrow standing straight and looking down at him.

Especially from his point of view, the scarecrow's figure was pulled infinitely long, and it was very majestic.

He saw the scarecrow squat down.

It squatted in front of him.

Then, Lyle felt a pair of large hands that were like withered grass grabbing onto him.

What was he going to do?

Lyle's heart was filled with fear.

"Gulp!"

The next moment, Lyle only felt countless straws crawl into his mouth, then roll down his throat and rush into his stomach.

"Gulp!"

"Gulp!"

Countless straws were swallowed down his throat.

Lyle was terrified. Countless straws filled his throat, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

It was several times more uncomfortable than having his arm broken.

In just a few seconds, Lyle's throat had enlarged. It was red and filled with blood.

Not only his throat, but his entire face had turned purple-green.

Bright red blood flowed from his eyes, nose, and ears.

"No... no..."

At this moment, Lyle's heart was filled with fear.

He was actually so powerless in front of the scarecrow. What made him most helpless was that the scarecrow was torturing him, but he could not do anything. He could not even commit suicide.

His body seemed to be completely out of his control.

But the pain that came from his body was being endured by himself.

He could only watch as he suffered.

He was extremely helpless.

At this moment, he thought of what he had said in front of Pine. He felt like a clown.

[Fear Points +13,000]

[Fear Points +12,000]

[Fear Points +15,000]

Lyle did not hold on for long.

Soon, he lost his breath.

When he died, his face could no longer be seen.

His throat was swollen bigger than his face, and there was even a lot of straw that pierced through his throat, exposing his blood in the air.

His eyes stared at the blood spirit flower across from him.

He did not know if he was unwilling to not get the domain, or if he wanted to escape from the scarecrow and go to the blood spirit flower.

But from his appearance, it should be the latter.

...

In the Black Swamp Domain.

Countless blood spirit flowers were clustered in a pile. Their colors were bright and beautiful, giving off a sense of beauty.

If there was a tourist here who liked nature scenery, he would definitely like this place very much. This was because, with these extremely beautiful big red flowers as the background, any photo taken would be nice scenery,

However, at this moment, an uninvited guest appeared among the pile of blood spirit flowers -- the scarecrow.

Unlike the gorgeous blood spirit flowers, the scarecrow did not have any sense of beauty.

In fact, his entire figure looked extremely terrifying. His face was distorted, his body was thin, and his color was withered and yellow... there was not a single bit of beauty about his entire body. It was as if he had come from hell.

Flanders stood there, smiling as he watched the blood spirit flowers.

His arrival had shattered the beauty of this place.

The blood spirit flowers also did not welcome him. They bloomed one after another, and the red fog began to spread in the air, dispersing toward Flanders's location.

No one knew what the red fog was for.

But when the red mist dispersed, even the black mud under their feet began to wrinkle together, as if in great pain and struggling.

Unfortunately, the red fog could not get close to Flanders.

When it was about two meters away from Flanders, it suddenly stopped.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier there, blocking all the red fog's invasion.

Meanwhile, Flanders was still smiling as he watched.

He did not even move.

"Why don't you welcome me?"

"I didn't do anything to you..."

Flanders's voice sounded very strange.

"Leave!"

"Leave my Domain!"

It was unknown where the voice came from, but it was everywhere.

At this moment, Flanders seemed to be surrounded.

Countless blood spirit flowers instantly grew out from all directions, surrounding him in the middle.

However, Flanders did not panic at all. Instead, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

He scanned his surroundings.

Then, he smiled and said, "there are so many blood spirit flowers, but you should only have one true body... let me see, which one is your true body?"

"Which one?"

As Flanders spoke, his gaze swept his surroundings.

However, after he scanned his surroundings, he still did not find the true body of the blood spirit flower. It was as if everything was the same.

"How interesting."

Flanders loved this kind of challenge the most.

For example, when he was playing with Lyle and Pine, the other party could only escape from him. There was no room for them to resist.

It was precisely because of this.

That was why he could only torture the two of them to make him excited.

But the blood spirit flower before him was different.

After a short encounter, Flanders knew that this blood spirit flower was not something Lyle and Pine could compare to. At the very least, in terms of strength, it was almost able to crush the two of them.

However, in his senses...

The blood spirit flower was the same as him. It had not broken through to B rank and was still stuck at B+ rank.

For example, although Lyle was at this rank as well, there was too much of a difference in strength between them. It was as if he had just entered this rank.

"Blood spirit flower."

"Let's make a bet."

"Guess how long it will take me to find your true body?"

Flanders asked with a smile.

"..."

The other party was silent. It did not say a word.

Flanders did not blame it. Instead, he said to himself, "I guess... an hour... no, half an hour."

"Hmm..."

"Forget it, let's make it ten minutes."

Flanders had a strange smile on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking.

"Wa--"

"Wa--"

Crow Storm.

The straw on his body disappeared and turned into countless crows. Then, they began to fly out continuously, rushing towards the red fog.

But it was a pity.

As soon as the crows that rushed out came into contact with the red fog, they instantly lost contact with him. Then, their entire bodies exploded...

The red fog became denser.

Seeing this, Flanders's eyes became even more excited.

This was too interesting!

This was too interesting!!

The Crow Storm was actually useless!!

It had been a long time since he had encountered such an interesting opponent!!