I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

The five of them went into battle, and all kinds of attacks landed on Flanders.

How stupid. Was this the team led by the second-in-command of the Mage Association?

It was hilarious.

Flanders' gaze passed through the formation of mages, and his mocking gaze met Jarrosus' eyes.

The corners of his mouth split open.

"You will pay for your arrogance!"

"Hmph!"

Jarrosus did not care about Flanders' words. Many people had said that in the past, but he was still alive and well.

Flanders retracted his gaze and looked at the mages who had surrounded him.

Just a moment ago, he had even eliminated a mage from a branch.

Such a shocking battle result had not attracted the attention of the other side.

No, perhaps from the opponent's point of view, this was the opponent's attention.

But it did not matter. It did not matter whether he paid attention to it or not. Some things had already been decided.

Letting these strange attacks fall, Flanders did not have any thoughts of resisting.

Because the curse had already been planted, he was already in an impossible position from the very beginning of this battle.

Imagine a life-and-death battle. When one side was in a state where they would not be injured or lose, then the outcome of this battle had already been revealed from the very beginning.

The moment the attack landed on his body, Flanders could clearly feel that his movements had become sluggish.

It was a strange feeling.

Cursed Scarecrow's effect allowed the cursed person to receive damage directly.

But now, it seemed that something like a debuff, which would not cause substantial damage to the original body, would not fall on the cursed person.

Sploosh!

A large amount of blood spurted out from Jarrosus's body, not far away.

He was originally calm, his expression was relaxed, and he was as elegant as an old noble.

He became a bloody person in the blink of an eye, and his body was covered in wounds.

Cuts, burns, frostbite, blunt force trauma, and all sorts of other injuries landed on Jarrosus' body in an instant.

His originally calm expression was replaced by fear and doubt.

[Fear Point + 8000]

It was not that he did not react.

In fact, the moment he felt danger, he had already taken protective measures against himself.

However, that did not work. His defenses would not stop the curse.

Therefore, the moment Jarrosus was hurt, he could not understand why his defense would fail.

Jarrosus took a deep breath. He endured intense pain and grabbed the cane with both hands. He barely supported his body to prevent himself from falling.

Looking at his intact clothes, he realized that he was an experienced magician.

It was a curse! This scarecrow could actually curse!

How was this possible?

The scarecrow's methods were more complicated and strange than he had imagined.

At this moment, he felt a little regretful. Before he came back, he had asked the little girl for more information about the scarecrow.

A battle was not about pure combat strength.

Under certain circumstances, especially when the gap between the two sides was not particularly obvious, information was especially prominent.

Often, a crucial piece of information could be used to turn the situation around.

For example, at this moment, Jarrosus, as the core of his side, the most important combat force, had suffered a great loss in the first battle, and his strength had been damaged.

This had, in an invisible way, reducing the pressure on Flanders.

"Sir Jarrosus!"

The movements on Jarrosus' side naturally caught the attention of his subordinates at the first moment.

The five mages furthest away from Flanders gave up on chanting and quickly surrounded Jarrosus to protect him.

The five mages around Flanders exchanged glances with each other and tacitly planned to retreat.

"Hehehe..."

Being distracted in battle was a big taboo. At times, it could even be lethal.

Faced with such a big flaw, Flanders naturally would not let it go.

Five bone abundance!

The red thread connected Flanders to the five mages around him.

After feeling that the tunnel had been successfully opened, Flanders did not have any scruples and released his second wide-range skill.

Storm of Crows!

"Caw! Caw! Caw!"

Crows emerged from Flanders' body one after another and attacked the surrounding mages.

The number of crows increased. In the blink of an eye, the mages' field of vision was covered by the crows.

The situation was reversed in an instant. Flanders, who had gained the advantage, did not waste time and continued to increase his offensive.

Unlike the battle with the Sword King and the others, the enemy was powerful, especially with a B-class Mage.

This was the strongest person he had met since he came to this world.

Moreover, he did not believe that the attack just now could take Jarrosus' life.

If he did not create enough advantages for himself before Jarrosus could react, then the situation could be reversed at any time.

[Fear]

[Fear points + 3,000]

[Fear points + 4,000]

[Fear points + 6,000]

[Fear points + 5,000]

[Fear points + 3,000]

...

The lowest was 3,000. This also proved the strength of these mages.

Flanders looked at them with some pity.

Fat sheep, what a pity...

Although he was a little reluctant, Flanders did not hesitate in his actions.

Flanders' fear only worked on these mages for a second.

Then, it was dispelled by these experienced mages.

Flanders was not surprised by this. It was more like everything was within his expectations.

And his goal had been achieved.

[Night cut]

The huge sickle drew a full moon in the air.

The five fountains sprayed out a large amount of bright red liquid in the next second, dyeing Flanders' entire body red.

Flanders was becoming more and more adept at grasping the timing of the battle.

He skillfully grasped the moment when these mages broke through the environment and placed the Grim Reaper's scythe on their necks.

The skull on the hilt of the magic sword Apophis on the back flickered with green light.

This was an expression of his dissatisfaction.

It was obvious that our newly joined partner was eager to show himself.

Flanders patted it.

"You'll have a chance to appear, and it'll be right away."

The scythe disappeared, and Flanders took the sword Apophis from his back.

"You're not an ordinary sword. As your first battle, you'll have to find a decent opponent as a memento. Don't you think so?"

Green-light flickered. Upon hearing Flanders' words, sword Apophis became excited.

At this moment, only ten seconds had passed since the start of the battle.

In these ten seconds, from being surrounded to being counterattacked, even Jarrosus couldn't react in time.

When he regained his senses, half of his proud subordinates had lost.

"Bastard!"

[Fear points + 10,000]