I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!
chapter-23

At this moment, the member under Flanders's palm had an extremely terrified expression on his face.

He seemed to be muttering to himself repeatedly, "Don't come over, don't come over..."

At this moment, Flanders's Fear skill was more effective compared to when he was at level 1.

The current him could use the Fear skill for a full 30 seconds.

To immerse a person in a Fear illusion for 30 seconds, how terrifying was that?

One had to know that if the opponent did not have any means to break the illusion, he was completely at Flander's mercy for 30 seconds.

However, as the buzz-cut man was the leader of this mission, he naturally had his own means.

"Wake up!"

After the buzz-cut man shouted angrily, the member trembled, and his eyes that were out of focus gradually recovered.

He could feel a straw palm pressing on his head.

However, he was completely unable to move.

It was not that Flanders had used some skill to restrain him.

It was that his body was still immersed in the Fear illusion.

His legs were completely weak and he could not even get up.

However, just as he was worried about ending up like Suo and losing his life on the spot...

Flanders removed his palm that was pressing on his head. He looked at the buzz-cut man with a surprised expression. He clapped his hands in praise and said, "I didn't expect you'd have such a trick.

"Wonderful!"

This kind of praise from the opponent did not make the buzz-cut man feel any joy.

On the contrary, the buzz-cut man's expression became even more solemn.

The scarecrow was still in the mood for praise in such a situation.

This completely revealed that the scarecrow was still very much at ease.

The strange scarecrow in front of him did not treat this as a battle at all.

In the eyes of the scarecrow, this was all probably just a game or a performance.

This forest had completely become his stage.

A stage for him to perform his slaughtering of the Mage team.

It was also a stage for the Mage team to perform their acts of despair.

No matter how hard he tried, he was just a marionette on this stage.

He was never able to escape from the hands of this scarecrow with the greatest malice.

Looking at the team member kneeling on the ground in front of him, he could not stop crying.

The buzz-cut man knew very well that he was hopeless.

On the battlefield, one could lose the ability to resist. This did not necessarily mean death.

However, if one lost the ability to retreat, one would only become a fish on the chopping block.

At the mercy of others!

The buzz-cut man looked at the two corpses on the ground coldly.

One pierced through the chest, his face full of shock.

The other burned to death, his face full of unwillingness.

Additionally, there was a member who was no different from a corpse.

It could be considered that they had lost three people in the line of duty.

The buzz-cut man stared at Flanders, slowly getting into position. At the same time, he looked at Lucius and said, "Listen, I'm only going to say this once. You need to retreat immediately.

"Not only are you of no help, but you might even become a burden to me.

"I don't want to hear any of your thoughts. This is an order."

The buzz-cut man's voice was filled with unquestionable certainty.

Lucius naturally understood.

He would indeed become a burden.

He was not very good at fighting. He was more inclined towards scouting and detecting.

He had already lost an arm.

If he continued to stay here, it would only distract his leader.

When he thought of this, Lucius did not say anything else. He only nodded slightly before he retreated slowly.

At this moment, Lucius was surprised to find that he actually heaved a sigh of relief!

Indeed. Although he initially said he would avenge his brother, he could not help but feel more relaxed now that he was gradually retreating from this dangerous and strange place.

It felt like the kind of relief one would feel after surviving a disaster.

He felt that the clothes on his back were already soaked through.

He realized he had been enduring immense pressure when facing that scarecrow.

Thinking of this, Lucius had a wry smile.

Saying that he wanted to avenge his brother was actually just a pipe dream.

A few D-class members could not even retaliate against the scarecrow. What could an F-class like him do?

Without realizing it, Lucius had already walked more than a thousand meters away.

After arriving at this position, Lucius stopped retreating.

If he was being honest, it was clear to him that he could not deal with the scarecrow.

The fact that the buzz-cut man was able to become the leader of this mission was naturally due to his ability.

He had also heard of the buzz-cut man's nickname in the Mage Association.

'The strongest D-class'.

This was publicly acknowledged by the members of the Mage Association.

There was even a rumor that the only reason the buzz-cut man had not advanced to a C-class was that he rejected it.

As for the reason behind that, no one knew.

Therefore, in Lucius's opinion, this mission would still be completed.

He wanted to see with his own eyes how the scarecrow was going to die.

How it would die by 'that trick'.

...

More than a thousand meters away, the scarecrow gently stroked the head of the team member who was lying lifelessly on the ground.

As for that team member, he looked at the buzz-cut man with a pleading gaze.

The current him could only do so much.

Under the scarecrow's intimidation, he could not even utter the words to call for help.

His entire body could only tremble incessantly.

However, in the face of this pleading gaze, the buzz-cut leader remained still. His eyes were still fixated on Flanders.

If he wanted to kill the scarecrow with full confidence, he had to use that move.

However, if he used that move, he was afraid that his team member's life would not be saved.

That was because that move was too powerful, so powerful that it would definitely affect those nearby.

Therefore, the buzz-cut man did not want to use it unless it was the last resort.

Seeing that the buzz-cut man did not move, Flanders let out a sinister sneer.

At the same time, he increased the strength of his touch a little.

In an instant, a pained expression appeared on the team member's face.

He felt as if his head was about to be forcefully unscrewed by the scarecrow.

Under this intense pain, the fear of the team member had risen to an extreme.

[Fear points: +1,100.]

Under the immense pain, a strong desire to survive finally erupted.

He looked at the buzz-cut man painfully and cried out for help.

"Leader...leader, quick, save me."

However, the buzz-cut man still did not make a move.

If he did not use that move, the buzz-cut man had no confidence in killing the scarecrow.

Looking at the situation, however, it seemed that he had to sacrifice this team member.

Flanders saw all of this.

While he did not know why the buzz-cut man was not trying to save his team member, he knew that the buzz-cut man had not given up the fight just yet!

'If you won't save him, I'll make you'!