I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

Before he could react, the scarecrow's black sickle swung down at the same angle.

In an instant, the man was split into two and died on the spot.

Such a huge wound naturally brought about a huge amount of blood.

Blood gushed out from the opening like a fountain, splattering in all directions.

In an instant, the people on the rooftop were immediately covered in blood, looking extremely terrified.

A strong smell of blood began to spread on the rooftop.

At this moment, the people who were still alive had already become extremely solemn.

This scarecrow in front of them was too strong!

It was simply not something they could deal with!

Even the Sword King could not help but reconsider in his heart.

Should he run or stay?

Although he still had a trump card he had yet to use, he had just witnessed with his own eyes that the giant scythe had successfully struck the scarecrow.

Yet, it did not cause any damage to the scarecrow.

Not only that, the scarecrow seemed to have used some kind of strange ability to transfer the damage to another member.

If he could not figure this out, he would not dare to attack the scarecrow so casually.

If the scarecrow transferred his ultimate move to himself, it would be like lifting a rock and putting it on his own feet.

After thinking about this, the Sword King wanted to escape.

However, just as he was about to lift his feet, he suddenly realized something.

His feet had become extremely heavy!

In the air, the crows were still pouncing on him.

The Sword King had been instinctively blocking the crows' attacks.

When he realized what was going on, his hands were already growing weaker.

The iron sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

It was difficult to even lift it to block attacks, let alone swing it.

In an instant, several wounds appeared on his body.

Several crows had taken advantage of the Sword King's slow movements to successfully attack him, nicking away a small piece of his flesh.

Then, the attacks became uncontrollable.

The Sword King, who was exhausted, had fresh wounds on his body, making it even more difficult to block attacks.

Crows continued to pour out of the scarecrow's body.

At this moment, the sky above the rooftop was almost completely surrounded by crows.

They were everywhere, even covering the sky and moon!

A large number of crows circled the rooftop, surrounding it in a sphere of crows.

Inside the sphere, there was a shura field of blood.

There were broken limbs, broken bodies, and blood flowing everywhere.

Wails were heard everywhere!

On this extremely tragic battlefield, everyone's faces were filled with fear.

They had thought that this was an opportunity to share the credit.

In their opinion, the entire Sarkos division was here to encircle and suppress this scarecrow. There was no possibility of failure.

Who would have thought that they would all die at the hands of this scarecrow that they looked down on?

Among the crows, the scarecrow that was covered in blood was crazily waving the sickle in his hand and laughing hysterically.

A large amount of fear was surging into his body through this massacre.

As they wailed, he laughed hysterically.

As they felt afraid, he was satisfied.

As they fled, he chased after them.

On the rooftop, the situation had completely changed.

It became a one-sided massacre by the scarecrow.

Looking at the crazy and terrifying scene in front of him, the Sword King was completely shocked.

A strong sense of fear rose from the bottom of the Sword King's heart.

The Sarkos branch that he was so proud of was actually so weak.

His strength was actually so insignificant.

Facing a strange creature that was born less than a month ago...

He could not even block the attack to save his own life?

In the next moment, fear turned into anger.

Looking at the other members who were running around and wailing uncontrollably, the Sword King's chest was filled with anger.

He held the huge iron sword in his hand tightly, letting the crows pounce on his body and tear at his flesh and blood.

He wanted to use his last trump card.

"God of Swords, I, the Sword King, am willing to sacrifice ten years of my life for the strongest attack."

A short incantation was recited from the Sword King's mouth.

Immediately after, a huge force appeared around the Sword King's body.

This force turned into streams of energy and blew in all directions.

The crows that originally covered the sky and moon were instantly blown away.

The rooftop immediately became clear and bright.

Flanders looked at the Sword King who was now ten years older with a solemn expression.

The power of this move could not be underestimated.

However, what caught Flanders's attention was the sword in the Sword King's hand.

It could withstand the power of the Sword King's ten years of life without cracking.

It was apparent that this sword was not an ordinary item.

At this moment, the scarecrow was not looking at him but at the sword in his hand.

In almost an instant, the Sword King understood what the scarecrow meant.

"You, you're actually ignoring me?"

When two people were in a battle, they would only look at each other's eyes.

That was a habit that almost everyone had.

Yet, the scarecrow was not paying attention to his eyes at all, only looking straight at the sword in his hand.

This meaning was very obvious.

The scarecrow wanted his sword!

He had not even made a move and he was already thinking about what would happen after he won.

How could the Sword King not be angry?

However, the Sword King was not worried that it would lose.

Generally speaking, even if the scarecrow had the ability to transfer damage, there was a limit to it.

If it was an attack that far exceeded its own strength, there was absolutely no way he could transfer it.

At this moment, the Sword King was filled with confidence in his next move.

The power condensed from his ten years of lifespan was absolutely impossible for the scarecrow to divert.

Even if he could survive this attack, he would definitely be heavily injured!

At that time, it would be enough to forcefully subdue the other party and absorb him.

Thinking of this, a smile returned to the Sword King's face.

This was a smile of victory in his grasp.

"Scarecrow, I'll give you one last chance.

"Are you willing to submit to me?

"If you still won't cherish your life this time, then don't blame me for being merciless!"

Hearing the nonsense from the Sword King, Flanders twisted his wrist, spinning the sickle in his hand a few times.

"How long-winded."

"You!" Anger returned to the Sword King's face.

At that moment, the Sword King's killing intent was moved.

Even if he could not subdue the scarecrow, it did not matter.

As long as he killed it, the headquarters would naturally reward him. No matter what, it would not be a loss.

However, he had sacrificed these ten years of his life, so it was going to be difficult for him to recover.

It was useless to feel the heartache now.

He had no choice but to shoot his shot!

"Since you're so stubborn, go to hell!"

With both hands, the Sword King raised his sword above his head.

There was no extra movement, no fancy process.

The Sword King simply held the hilt of the sword with both hands and hacked down.

In an instant, the city of Sarkos was as bright as day!