Chapter 34 (2/2)

Flanders had already experienced an hour of weakness.

In that one hour, any F-class member or creature would probably be able to kill him easily.

Such a huge risk was not something he was willing to take.

Thinking of this, the swinging of the sickle in Flanders’s hand became faster.

He did not forget that the woman had already left the rooftop.

In other words, she had probably called for reinforcements.

If someone more powerful came, even Flanders was not confident that he could escape unscathed.

Soon, one of the members revealed a flaw.

Flanders seized the opportunity and swung his sickle.

In an instant, a piece of the member’s head was cut off, and red blood and white brain matter scattered all over the ground.

[Fear points: +3,000.]

[Fear points: +500.]

[Fear points: +600.]

The members who could survive until this point were all ruthless people who had experienced countless battles.

Although such a scene was scary enough, it was not enough to make them retreat.

Instead, they seized this perfect opportunity to slash at Flanders.

In an instant, a huge black scythe swung in the air, slashing straight at Flanders.

However, Flanders had no intention of dodging.

This move was seen by the other members, and everyone misunderstood.

They thought that the scarecrow was relying on this group of people to surrender, so it had no intention of hiding.

This was because if they killed the scarecrow, there would be no way any of them could subdue him.

However, the man wielding the giant scythe sneered.

As expected, the strange creature’s intelligence was no match for humans. This scarecrow was too optimistic.

Even if they killed the scarecrow, there would be no loss to them.

Even if the scarecrow survived, it would definitely be forcefully subdued by the Sword King. It would not be their opportunity.

On the contrary, if they could kill the scarecrow, it would be of great merit and they would definitely receive a reward from the headquarters.

They might even be transferred directly to the headquarters.

At that time, the sky would be high and the emperor would be far away. Would they still need to worry about the Sword King’s revenge?

All of their thoughts were the same as the man holding the huge black scythe.

In their eyes, the scythe man was already dead.

The moment the huge scythe touched the scarecrow, the man shouted ferociously, “Go to hell, you monster!”

However, in the next second, a terrifying scene appeared.

The huge scythe slashed through Flanders’s body, but it did not cause any damage.

Indeed. It did not cut him open, slicing through him instead.

It was as if it was cutting water.

Then, something even stranger happened.

A stream of liquid suddenly sprayed onto the man’s face.

Feeling the hot and sticky liquid on his right face, the man was slightly stunned, and he subconsciously turned his head to look.

The comrade who was fighting beside him was actually split into two from top to bottom. He was cut into two halves.

“What—what’s going on?!” the giant scythe man cried out in surprise. He hurriedly tried to pull out his weapon.

However, with his left hand, Flanders reached out and grabbed the giant scythe, slashing his opponent with a cold and sinister smile.

“What’s going on?

“Go to hell and slowly figure it out!”