I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!
chapter-153

At this moment, the battle began.

The black-haired strange creature was a newborn strange creature, and her strength did not reach A rank as Flanders had expected.

She had not even reached B rank.

However, she had three guards whose strength was above B rank strange creature.

Other than the first time, although the black-haired strange creature's rating was C rank, in Flanders's opinion, if the opponent really wanted to fight, he could boldly predict that a normal B rank existence would not be able to kill it.

This was the same as Flanders. When he did not even have a D rank, he relied on the third-tier skill to kill a strong opponent.

Back then, he was able to kill a group of mages whose strength was higher than his. Flanders relied on skills, which were extremely unpredictable.

It was not Flanders's hard power.

What was hard power? It was the strength of energy that was possessed by the strange creature. It was equivalent to explosives.

In this world, including Flanders's system, the criteria for rating a strange creature or a mage was the strength of the energy in the body of the strange creature or a mage.

The quality of the energy and the amount of energy stored.

The evaluation criteria for a mage was based on the Mage's own magic power and the Mage's own spiritual power.

The evaluation was based on the combination of the two.

As for magic power and spiritual power, they could be increased through special meditation and training.

As for the power in the strange creature's body, there was no uniform name because the nature of the power used was different.

This was similar to the difference between electricity, heat, gravity, and so on.

This was also the reason why these strange creatures could use all kinds of special abilities.

For example, after Flanders transformed into the Devil Conquerer, the divine power of demon vanquishing was a special type of energy.

And every time a skill leveled up, the energy in Flanders's body would increase. When it reached a certain level, his level evaluation would rise correspondingly.

Thus, the level was actually not a standard for evaluating one's strength. It was just a reference.

Flanders would not underestimate a predator just because it did not give off a strong feeling.

In nature, every time a carnivore hunted, regardless of the strength of its prey, it would not be careless. Before it was certain that it had killed its prey, before it actually ate its food, it would never be careless.

Flanders was the same.

Back in reality, the symbiotic contract was already in effect, and many things could not be changed.

The only thing that could be changed was the priorities of both parties in the future.

And now was an important part of establishing the future mode of interaction.

Using the most primitive and simplest method, they would determine the person in charge in the future.

Who was the one who gave the orders and made the decision, and who was the boss.

The wild boar strange creature was sent by the black-haired girl to act as the vanguard. It was also the black-haired girl's probing.

Naturally, Flanders would not refuse such a provocation. He was even more excited than he had ever been before. He was extremely excited. Even though he was clearly a scarecrow, he felt his blood boiling.

Night Cut.

The pitch-black energy emitted a wailing sound as it wrapped around the scythe. Terrified human faces emitted a pale light as they emerged from within and surrounded the scythe like fog.

When these souls were released, the terrified human faces all stared at the wild boar strange creature with venomous eyes.

Flanders threw out his left hand. The human faces were wrapped in pitch-black energy as they turned into an energy wave and charged at the wild boar strange creature.

Facing Flanders's attack, the wild boar did not seem to know what fear was.

It had been used to showing off at home, but now it had suddenly become the one being bullied. The difference in status made the wild boar strange creature really unhappy.

It did not dare to criticize its wife and daughter like before, but it did not mean that it was so subservient to an outsider like Flanders.

The wild boar strange creature wanted to vent its anger. It wanted to vent its dissatisfaction.

Flanders's terrifying figure was reflected in its eyes. The wild boar father was not afraid at all.

If he was a human, he might have been afraid. But now, everyone were strange creatures and had the same terrifying appearance. He had no reason to be afraid.

Not to mention, the surging energy in his body was surging. Feeling the power coming from his body, the wild boar father was full of confidence in his own strength.

Even if I can not beat my wife and daughter, you're just a small scarecrow. How can I not take care of you?

This thought was still not erased from his heart when Flanders used Night Cut.

He only felt that Flanders had some tricks up his sleeve, but he was still very confident that he could defeat Flanders.

The bone-scraping knife in his hand began to grow bigger, and at the same time, drops of red liquid appeared on the surface of the knife.

It looked as if the knife was sweating.

The aura of the wild boar father surged. With the anger and resentment in his heart, the bone-scraping knife seemed to come alive.

The hilt, like a hedgehog, suddenly sprouted a large number of spikes, which plunged into the flesh of the boar father and began to absorb his blood and energy. ,

"Ow."

The wild boar father wailed in pain, and his voice drew laughter from his wife and daughter behind him.

His pain is the joy of his wife and daughter.

Seeing him suffer, his wife and daughter would be very happy.

Understanding this, the wild boar father could not help but become even angrier.

"Awooo!"

The bone scraping knife itself was a weapon to kill the wild boar father. It absorbed the latter's blood energy to increase its own power.

And now, under the wild boar father's intense anger, his emotions were transformed into power along with the energy. Together with his flesh and blood, they were injected into the bone scraping knife.

At this moment, the energy bullet that Flanders released was already within reach.

The bone scraping knife that seemed to be alive grew in size and then twisted to block in front of the feral boar's father.

Boom--

The energy exploded on the blade, leaving a charred mark on the blade.

"Ao~"

Fresh blood continued to pour in, and the charred part of the bone scraping knife began to recede.

The wild boar father waved his arm, and a large mouth appeared on the scarlet bone scraping knife, as if it wanted to devour everything, and it bit towards Flanders.

"This is really exaggerated. The attack method of a knife is to bite. I wonder what it would look like if it was bitten."

With this curiosity, Flanders opened his arms, allowing the bone scraping knife to bite onto his body.

Dang!

A crisp sound rang out, and the expression on the wild boar father's face clearly changed.

"So that's all it is, what a killjoy."