I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

Flanders was laughing wildly.

The reaction of this group of people was really interesting.

Moreover, he had already revealed his true identity, yet he still dared to walk towards him.

What else did the village chief say?

Thank you?

Was he thanking me?

Was he thanking me for chopping off his arm?

The group of villagers retreated more than ten meters in fear, but there was a wall behind them, and the exit was on Flanders's side, so they could not get out at all. They could only tremble in fear.

Flanders did not care about them.

Instead, he shifted his gaze to the village chief, and his gaze became interesting.

"Ahhh!!"

At this moment, the village chief was still lying on the ground, screaming in pain.

He was bleeding non-stop, and blood was splattering all over the ground from his body.

Flanders squatted down.

A finger filled with straw pressed between the village chief's eyebrows.

Destroyer Scarecrow.

This was one of the fifth-tier skills that he had learned before.

"Village chief, experience it properly."

"You're very lucky. This is the first time this skill has appeared in this world, and I used it on you."

Flanders had a smile on his face. His voice was very soft and magnetic.

If one only heard the voice, they would think that the owner of this voice was definitely a very charming person.

But at this moment, this voice sounded like the voice of hell to the villagers.

As for the village chief?

He had already rolled around on the ground, and his attention was all on his arm. How could he still hear this?

The village chief was already old.

His body was very weak. Just by losing an arm, he was on the verge of death.

And now, Flanders had planted the Destroyer Scarecrow on him. The village chief's pain became even more severe.

Destroyer Scarecrow.

After planting it on the target, it could destroy the target's body.

As time went on, the target's body would be completely destroyed and replaced by straw.

"Don't worry, it will only hurt for a while. It will be fine in a while."

Flanders smiled and comforted him.

After all, the Destroyer Scarecrow could destroy a mage from within the body. It could even destroy a B+ rank mage, let alone an ordinary person?

And it was an ordinary old man.

How could he withstand it?

So he died very quickly. Naturally, it only hurt for a while.

After he planted the destruction scarecrow into the village chief's body, only a few seconds later, he saw the redness under the village chief's skin gradually fade away.

It began to turn yellow.

If he cut open the village chief's skin, he would find that the flesh under the village chief's skin had been completely replaced by straw.

This included his heart!

However, the village chief did not die immediately.

This destruction scarecrow was originally used to torture people. This way, it could help him obtain the greatest fear value. This straw was not an ordinary straw either. It contained a particularly mysterious power.

It was precisely with this power that those who were eroded by the destruction scarecrow would not die immediately.

Not only could it prolong one's life, but it could also maintain one's rationality and even double the pain!

That was why the village chief did not die at this moment.

Instead, because the destruction scarecrow was in his body, the pain doubled. His screams became louder and louder, and he even began to use his fingers to scratch his skin in pain.

At this moment, only a layer of skin was left on his skin.

Therefore, with just a light scratch, the layer of skin retreated, and the straw that was filled with straw was instantly exposed.

No matter where the village chief was scratching, there was straw everywhere!

[Fear Points +110]

[Fear Points +130]

[Fear Points +130]

This scene naturally scared the villagers behind him even more.

They were already terrified by the fact that their arms were broken.

When they saw the village chief rolling on the ground and scratching his skin with his hands, what was revealed was not flesh and blood, but dried straw. The villagers were on the verge of collapse.

What the hell was going on!

Just as they were feeling afraid, something even more terrifying happened.

The scarecrow actually shifted his gaze and looked at them.

"Hiss!!"

A few villagers instantly started shaking like chaff.

"Do you think it's fun?"

"Don't worry, you guys will be the same later."

Flanders revealed a very genial smile.

"Ah!! Devil!!"

"You're not a human! ! You're a devil from hell! !"

One of the villagers shouted and immediately broke down.

Then, he went crazy and rushed towards the door, looking like he was trying to escape.

But...

Puchi!

When he passed by Flanders and was about to reach the door, a huge black scythe cut through the moonlight and flashed past.

Plop!

The villager who wanted to escape immediately fell to the ground.

His legs were cut off.

"Ah!! Help!!"

The villager howled in pain.

He lay on the ground and crawled forward like a madman.

However, when the people behind him saw this, how would they dare to come up?

Were they like this person, who came forward to save him and had his feet cut off?

No one would be an idiot!

The villager who was lying on the ground and trying to escape was crawling when he suddenly stopped. He looked in front of him in horror, and after a few seconds, he actually retreated.

It was a small scarecrow, walking towards him.

The little scarecrow was only the size of a palm.

When it walked, it swayed, like a child's toy.

However, the little scarecrow's eyes were empty, as if someone had dug them out. There was a smile on its mouth, and it was pitch-black inside. Anyone who saw it would feel a chill on the back of their spine.

The villager's eyes were red, filled with fear.

"Ah--"

The villager turned around like he had gone mad.

Although he did not know the specific purpose of this little scarecrow.

It was obvious that it harbored ill intentions towards him.

Moreover, when he turned around, the little scarecrow was already very close to him.

He was probably only a few meters away.

If it was not for the fact that the little scarecrow was too small, that one step was too small, and coupled with the fact that it could not walk steadily, it would have already arrived in front of him.

However, just as he turned around, he met Flanders's eyes that were filled with madness.

This villager was instantly scared silly.

He was just about to make another move, but in the next moment, his body was pulled back by the little scarecrow that was walking over.

"Save me!!"

This villager shouted like he was crazy.

Soon, he was pulled to the wall by the little scarecrow.

Ka ka ka.

The Little Scarecrow's pitch-black mouth made a sound.

Then it walked straight towards the villager.

The villager took a step back.

The little scarecrow stepped forward, and in the end, the villager was completely leaning against the wall, and the little scarecrow, who was closely behind the villager, suddenly burrowed into the villager's body.

Eh?

The villager was stunned for a moment.

But before he could react, his expression suddenly changed, and he let out a painful howl once again.

This little scarecrow was not any ordinary scarecrow.

It was a Destroyer Scarecrow!