I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!
chapter-142

Walking on the road at night, the Disguise was removed bit by bit.

Flanders's figure gradually lengthened, and a pitch-black scythe appeared in his hand.

In the sea of consciousness, Sword Apophis's voice appeared in Flanders's mind.

"Master..."

Hearing Sword Apophis's voice, as its master, Flanders immediately felt the emotions in sword Apophis's heart.

Sword Apophis was worried that his position would be replaced.

There was a reason for him to be worried, even though he was now under Flanders's control.

But just like how the Sword King was able to trade him, he might be able to exchange his master in the future.

Thus, there was a comparison to improve his own strength.

Moreover, even if he stayed under Flanders, it was necessary to improve his strength.

Do not forget that the contract between the two parties was a master-servant contract. If the master died, the strange servant would not be able to survive.

Therefore, the strange creature Sword Apophis and the others who were subdued would not give up on the possibility of increasing their strength.

Of course, most of the strange creatures did not have the intelligence to realize this.

At present, only a few of the strange creatures with intelligence could understand this and look for opportunities to increase their strength.

Sword Apophis had the highest growth potential and the simplest path of growth.

As a freakish magic sword with great potential, Sword Apophis had one path of rapid growth, which was to eat flesh and blood.

By killing living beings, Sword Apophis could continue to grow, but it was different from the scythe in Flanders's hand.

Sword Apophis did not need to strike the final blow. It only needed flesh and blood.

The scythe needed to strike the final blow, and it only needed the soul.

In terms of growth, the potential of both weapons was not small, and their growth conditions and restrictions did not conflict.

"Don't worry, I won't abandon you. Hehehe, and if you're interested, I can consider dual wielding."

Two weapons that could grow. Others would treasure just one of them.

On the other hand, Flanders had two of them. He even had a dilemma over who to use them on. It was truly a happy annoyance.

However, fortunately, there was no conflict between the two weapons in terms of resources.

The two weapons just happened to eat a life form perfectly together.

After pacifying Sword Apophis, Flanders began to look for his prey.

In the dark, there were a lot of crimes.

Especially that kind of remote place, it was a den of evil.

Walking in the damp alley, the garbage bin on the side was open, emitting a disgusting stench.

And in Flanders's vision, a crime was playing out on the side of the garbage heap.

Robbery.

And there was also violence.

The crime scene was easy to understand. It was originally a fight for money, but halfway through the fight, he found that this person was also good-looking, so he also robbed something else.

But what Flanders could not understand was, was this person that thirsty?

In such a harsh environment, he could still commit a crime.

He was truly ugly. An animal controlled by the lower half of its body was not even worthy of a human.

Flanders raised the scythe in his hand high up. The corners of his mouth curled up to his ears, revealing a happy smile.

"Hehehe..."

Before the scythe fell, Flanders let out a chilling laugh.

His voice immediately attracted the attention of the perpetrator. He quickly turned his head around, and his eyes were filled with shock as he stood rooted to the ground.

The victim was also looking at him. Initially, her eyes were filled with hope because someone else had appeared. However, when she saw Flanders, she was also stunned for a moment.

[Fear Point +30]

[Fear Point +45]

Fear.

[Fear Point +100]

[Fear Point +100]

Night Cut.

Swish!

The pitch-black scythe carried with it pitch-black energy as it directly reaped the heads of both the perpetrator and the victim.

Blood splattered everywhere as the two heads flew in mid-air.

Flanders's gaze happened to meet these two people as if they were looking at each other.

Enjoyment, pleasure. Flanders narrowed his eyes.

He was very happy now.

"Humph, humph, humph, it's so exciting, hahaha!"

Flanders spread his arms, leaned back, and laughed loudly.

He stood there and laughed for a long time, but he still could not forget the faces of the two people just now.

The aggressor had a ferocious smile on his face because of the violence. When he saw Flanders, his smile gradually faded away, his eyes were a little dull. After Flanders used Fear, the muscles on his face instantly changed. His eyes widened and his pupils contracted, then, his eyes protruded outwards.

And when Flanders killed this person, it happened to be when the three expressions were transforming into each other, before the transformation was complete.

In other words, on that face, three different expressions could be seen. It was very interesting.

Thirty percent pleasure, thirty percent shock, thirty percent fear, and the last part of liberation.

And the expression of the victim was equally interesting. She had initially resisted and felt helpless after being raped. When she heard Flanders's voice, she thought that someone was there and was pleasantly surprised. When she saw Flanders, she was stunned. At that moment, her pupils had already begun to contract in fear, finally, there was the distortion of Fear.

Oh, how sweet. From despair to hope, she thought that she would be able to escape from hell, but she did not expect that there was a deeper hell behind her.

Flanders really thought about it, and the feeling of joy could not be stopped.

How delicious was this? I still want to taste more.

The potential of humans was endless. At this moment, Flanders once again realized this.

He still wanted, wanted more, wanted more fear.

"What makes me desire is... Where are you guys?"

Getting up again, Flanders hummed a tune that did not make any sense, dragging his scythe as he searched for his next target.

With his skills, the two corpses melted like ice at first, then turned into two blobs of blood and rushed towards Flanders.

Green light gathered behind Flanders, and Sword Apophis appeared behind Flanders.

The two human flesh essences flowed directly into Sword Apophis's body through the skull on Sword Apophis's hilt.

As the flesh and blood disappeared, the ghastly white bones were exposed in the air, and a Guardian Scarecrow appeared on the spot. The two skeletons were moved into the Domain, becoming the nutrients and decorations of the Domain.

Destroying corpses and destroying traces.

Be it corpses or souls, they had all disappeared completely.

Any existence that had been killed by Flanders would not leave behind any dregs in this world.

Flanders once again swung his scythe. He closed his eyes and recalled the fear he had just felt.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked in a certain direction. His scarlet eyes shone with a red light.