I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!
chapter-25

[Fear points: +2,000.]

Looking at the huge scarecrow in front of him, the buzz-cut man's heart was unsettled.

His state of mind had completely collapsed.

Shock, astonishment, fear, regret.

All kinds of emotions surged into his heart at the same time.

If he had listened to Lucius's suggestion and set up an ambush on the spot, perhaps everyone would not have had to die in vain.

But now, his enlarged body was as tiny as a baby in front of the scarecrow.

"Do you know why I didn't use this trick from the start?"

Flanders looked at the buzz-cut man in front of him with a smile.

Not only was he taller, but the straw in his body was still surging non-stop.

He looked extremely terrifying.

When the buzz-cut man heard this, he finally realized that something was wrong.

Why did the scarecrow not use this trick from the beginning?

He could have just grown bigger and killed everyone in one go, but he chose to use this trick at the very end.

In other words, the scarecrow was not lying earlier.

He was really just doing it for fun.

He and the other team members were just toys for the scarecrow to have fun with.

In an instant, a feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart.

The buzz-cut man no longer had the desire to continue fighting.

The scarecrow in front of him...

This newly-born scarecrow, whose predicted level was at most no higher than an E-class, was actually a colossus he could not deal with at all.

In the next second, the buzz-cut man deflated and returned to his original size.

Flanders slowly raised his right foot, and a shadow covered the buzz-cut man.

He could only shut his eyes and wait for death to come in silence.

In the end, the strongest D-class like him could only stay still and tremble uncontrollably.

...

Slowly lifting his feet, Flanders once again revealed a satisfied smile while looking at the pile of minced meat on the ground.

Sure enough, killing the Mages was much more interesting than killing ordinary people.

More importantly, their fear was simply too delicious.

After sorting out his gains, Flanders discovered that he had broken through E+ and reached D-class.

In the eyes of the Mages, the scarecrow was definitely more than a D-class.

In reality, though, he had just reached D-class.

A sense of weakness suddenly struck him, and Flanders slowly became smaller.

As expected, the side effects of his Devil Conqueror were indeed very great.

At this moment, Flanders could no longer use any skills and his combat strength was even weaker than that of an ordinary person.

Without any delay, Flanders packed up his spoils of war and quickly left the place.

He was ready to find a hidden place to wait out his hour of weakness.

...

"How long has it been since Karl and the others returned?"

"Three days."

"Still can't get in touch with them?"

"Yes."

In the hall of the Mage Association in Durham.

An old man was standing beside a sofa, reporting the situation to Rei who was wrapped in a black magic robe.

As long as Rei was back, the sofa in the hall would become the real boss's office.

As for Casey, who would pay attention to him?

Rei gently rubbed her temples, frowning slightly.

She had just returned when she received news that her companions were missing again.

And this time, there were five of them!

How could she not have a headache?

However, she really could not leave.

After all, the matters on her hands were more important than anything else.

After thinking for a moment, Rei slowly turned her head and looked at the old man beside her.

"Garros, I'll have to trouble you with this matter."

A bright light flashed in the old man's eyes as he looked at Rei to confirm.

"You mean..."

"The danger level of the scarecrow has risen to level B," said Rei, word by word.

Since Rei had said so, Garros naturally did not object.

After all, Rei was the publicly acknowledged boss of the Mage Association.

"I'll definitely complete the mission."

Garros bowed slightly.

How long had it been since the last time he changed a strange creature's danger level to B?

Two years?

No, it seemed to be three years.

Garros's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence.

He did not expect that he had not fought for over three years.

Today, he actually had to make a move for a newly born strange creature...

Forget it, let's just take it as revenge for his dead compatriots.

"Garros, do you need to pick your team members?"

For a level B mission, he could bring with him 10 team members.

Including the team leader, there would be 11 members.

Garros shook his head and chuckled.

"I'll still bring them along, but there's no need to pick them."

The so-called few of them.

Naturally, they were the few people who had been following Garros all along.

This team had been established over ten years ago.

The youngest member was only 18 years old while the oldest member, Garros, was 85 years old this year.

The interesting thing was that this team of different ages was actually the most reassuring team of the Mage Association.

If Rei was the strongest person in the Mage Association, this team was the strongest team in the Mage Association.

Not only could they complete the mission every time, they never failed to maintain a record of zero casualties.

Zero casualties!

As long as they were the ones handling the mission, they would always complete it without a single scratch.

With such a team going to deal with the scarecrow, Rei could completely relax.

"Then, I'll leave this to you."

After saying that, Rei got up and prepared to leave.

She had more important things to do.

Garros looked at Rei's receding figure, his eyes flickering. No one knew what he was thinking about.

"Come," Garros said softly.

The hall was empty at this time. It looked as if Garros was talking to himself.

But in the next second, 10 figures appeared from all directions and stood behind him.

"Sir Garros."

If there were new members present, they would definitely be shocked speechless if they were to witness this scene.

These 10 people had been nearby but no one had noticed them.

With such superb concealment techniques, their target might not even know how they died if they were to target someone.

"Now, split into two teams.

"One team will look for traces of the scarecrow.

"The other will look for Karl's team.

"Disperse."

As soon as the last word was said, the 10 people behind him disappeared.

Garros, on the other hand, slowly sat down on the sofa that Rei had just sat on. He then closed his eyes to rest.

...

Sarkos City, Tensley University.

The campus was filled with the atmosphere of an ivory tower. There were young and energetic university students walking and talking everywhere.

But in the crowd, there was a stiff-faced person walking slowly.

Here, one could definitely find some fun.