Chapter 22 (2/2)

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Looking at the young man in front of him who was originally arrogant but now appeared to be a coward, Flanders had a satisfied expression.

This was the ugliness of human nature.

This ugliness, this face, would always surprise him.

Flanders had killed a lot of people over the last few days.

Some were crying, some were cursing, some were trying to resist, but when they found that there was nothing else they could do, they were all dazed.

Some were even scared to the point of incontinence, but no one had ever brought him this much fun.

“Now, now, are you really a member of the Mage Association?”

Flanders revealed an intoxicated and sarcastic smile. He caressed Suo’s face and said, “This is really an eye-opener for me.

“You’ll do whatever I want. Does that include killing your own companions?”

Hearing this, the faces of the other members turned pale.

This strange creature was actually so evil and cruel!

Upon hearing this, Suo’s body trembled again, but he only pursed his lips and could not say a word. In the end, he nodded his head heavily.

He had completely abandoned his dignity and sold his soul to the Devil.

However, the Devil refused to accept this soul with a smile.

He pierced his sharp straw fingers into Suo’s lungs.

The intense pain and the lack of oxygen made Suo’s shocked eyes lose focus.

From anger, to fear, to begging for mercy and even betrayal, to astonishment.

In just a few minutes, it was as if Suo’s emotions were riding a roller coaster, constantly changing.

At the last moment, he used whatever consciousness he had left to turn his head to look at Flanders who was standing behind him.

He looked at his straw-like face that was filled with pure malice.

“Don’t dream of resting in peace. Even if you go to Hell, I’ll always enslave you.”

This was the last sentence Suo heard before his consciousness became blurry.

Then, it was filled with contempt, ridicule, and pure malice.

The scarecrow’s black mouth, those narrowed eyes, and that grin that reached his ears were also frozen in his mind.

[Fear points: +800.]

[Fear points: +1,200.]

[Fear points: +2,300.]

The information obtained from the fear points appeared in Flanders’s mind continuously.

These fear points were not given by several people.

It was given by one person.

Before he died, Suo fell into the most helpless, desperate, and regretful kind of fear.

He would never get out.

Watching Suo slowly fall to the ground in front of Flanders, complicated emotions filled the leader’s eyes.

He could not believe the changes he saw in Suo, but at the same time, he felt that it was natural.

Emotions were a complicated thing, but the leader did not have time to deal with them.

He could only stare at Flanders and signal to the other members to leave.

However, Lucius ignored the leader’s signal.

“My brother died by his hands. I won’t leave, I cannot leave.”

Although he was a little afraid, as an older brother, he had to avenge his brother.

At the same time, as a member of the Mage Association, he had to face this danger.

At this moment, the buzz-cut man looked at him with a hint of admiration.

He could understand Lucius’s stance.

However, there was still one person in the team who did not need to stay.

The buzz-cut man looked at the last surviving member, wanting to remind him to take this opportunity to leave.

However, what he saw was the same scene—the team member was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

Fear!

Flanders slowly walked to the side of the team member who had fallen into his illusion of Fear and gently placed a straw palm on the team member’s head.

He grinned at the buzz-cut man.

“Don’t tell me you think the few of you will be able to return alive.”