Chapter 212: Flanders’s Escape Game
Chapter 212: Flanders’s Escape Game
Paul did not last long before he was tortured to death by Fear.
Flanders looked at Paul, who was lying on the ground with a twisted expression, without a trace of sympathy.
After recalling all the crows, there were many more corpses on the ground, and no human figures could be seen.
These corpses were all the healing mages that he had isolated previously.
Not a single one of these mages survived. All of them died miserably. Many of their flesh and blood were taken away by his crows.
[Fear Points +4,400]
[Fear Points +5,000]
[Fear Points +5,200]
After he dispersed the crows, a lot of fear value suddenly appeared in his account.
He followed the fear value and looked over.
He saw a lot of people.
The clothes these people were wearing were very familiar. They were the ones from the Mage Association.
There were actually so many people here?
Could it be that all the people from the Mage Association had come?
But it was better this way.
A smile appeared on Flanders’s face. Then he looked over and met the eyes of one of the other mages.
[Fear Points +6000]
The mage immediately panicked.
He grabbed his companion and prepared to escape.
However, before he could take a step forward, he was cut in half by the huge black scythe that fell from the sky.
Immediately, the surrounding mages shouted and fled.
They had no other choice.
There were two B rank mages in the Mage Association of Coase City. One was Captain Pine, and the other was their branch head, Paul.
And now, Pine could not be contacted. Everyone guessed that he was dead.
And their minister, Paul, had died right in front of their eyes.
Moreover, Paul’s death was very terrifying.
His face was twisted, and he was foaming at the mouth. His pair of bloodshot eyes were twitching.
He was obviously scared to death.
Moreover, there was almost no good part of his body that had been eaten by crows.
And all of this was done by the scarecrow.
In addition to the video that the scarecrow had sent out earlier, they were as afraid of this scarecrow as they could be.
"Hahaha!!"
While everyone was fleeing in fear.
Flanders was currently waving his black scythe excitedly.
Just like before at the Wentley Stadium, Flanders was extremely excited by the blood that was constantly spurting out from the surroundings.
Most mages had already lost their desire to fight in front of Flanders.
Therefore, Flanders was as easy as cutting leeks.
Of course.
There were also a few mages who saw that they could not escape and were looking for an opportunity to use magic to kill Flanders.
Bang bang!
Just as Flanders was getting excited from killing.
Two fire spells exploded on his body.
Flanders stopped what he was doing and looked at that person.
That person’s face was filled with fear and his entire body was trembling.
"Demon… demon!"
Flanders walked over with a smile.
"Demon… many people call me that. There are even people who call me demon, death."
A strange smile appeared on Flanders’face. "Of course, I still like people calling me… demon god of fear!"
After saying that, Flanders waved the scythe in his hand.
Night Cut.
The mage instantly fell to the ground.
At this moment, countless fear points were constantly being collected.