I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

The last three members of the Black Hawk Squad were even more desperate than Edward.

When they first saw Flanders using Disguise, they thought that it was a mage who was chasing them.

A level 10 Disguise was not something that ordinary mages like them could see through.

Under the attack of the death bus, the three of them realized that Flanders's real body was actually a scarecrow!

They recalled the crazy words of their comrade number 7 before he died.

A chill that was like a poisonous snake burrowed into their bones!

This number 7 really made others miserable even after he died. What kind of existence did he provoke?!

He himself died quite quickly, but now, he had left such a big mess to them to clean up.

When they saw Flanders's true form, number 1 and the others' fear reached a certain peak.

After providing Flanders with tens of thousands of fear points, the three of them regained a little bit of rationality.

They subconsciously cursed the dead number 7 in their hearts, blaming everything on the other party's incompetence.

They tried to divert their attention in this way, so as to prevent themselves from collapsing on the spot due to intense fear.

...

On the other side.

After the flesh and blood were peeled off, those hands were still pestering Flanders.

Flanders was bored and a huge sickle appeared in his hand.

Night Cut.

He waved the sickle of death, and with a few swooshing sounds, all the ghostly hands were removed.

But these hands had the ability to regenerate and quickly returned to their original state, grabbing at Flanders.

Flanders could only clear them out again.

The grim reaper's scythe in his hands clashed with the ghost hands of the death bus.

However, this did not affect Flanders dealing with the last three members of the Black Hawk Squad.

After staying on the death bus for a period of time, Flanders had a certain understanding of this special strange creature.

Although the death bus was a C-rank strange creature.

Its main ability was not in killing.

A sickle was enough to block the death bus's attack.

Of course, this also had something to do with Flanders's increase in strength.

Each of these mages had at least one or two strange creatures on them. Out of the nine people that Flanders had killed previously, apart from number 7, a total of fifteen strange creatures had been contributed.

Although none of them were powerful strange creatures, a quantitative change would trigger a qualitative change. At this moment, Flanders's strength had finally risen to B- rank.

When Flanders was at E rank, he could easily kill D rank or even C rank mages and strange creatures.

Now that he was at B rank, how powerful would he be?

To be honest, Flanders himself did not know.

That was because there was no enemy that could make him use his full strength.

In any case, this death bus did not pose much of a threat to Flanders. It would not affect his ability to kill.

...

As he watched the terrifying scarecrow clean up the hands that the death bus had summoned, he walked towards them.

Number 1 and the others' faces were deathly pale. They were extremely terrified!

It turned out that the one chasing after them was really a strange creature!

And it was an extremely terrifying strange creature. It actually caught up with the death bus and wanted to kill them on the death bus!

Number 1 and the others were extremely desperate!

They were forced onto the death bus in order to avoid Flanders's pursuit.

They did not expect Flanders not only to catch up but also to ignore the rules of the death bus and forcefully attack them!

At this moment, number 1 smelled the scent of death!

But as the leader, his will was naturally stronger than the people below.

At this critical moment of life and death, number 1 simply threw caution to the wind!

"Brothers, we can't escape. Let's fight this scarecrow to the death!"

Number 1, number 2, and number 3 were not weak. It could even be said that they were very strong!

As an elite team with a little fame in the circle, how could the Black Hawk Squad be weak?

Among them, number 1, the leader, was a D+ mage, and he controlled two strange creatures!

Number 2 and number 3 were D rank magicians.

They were slightly weaker than number 1, but their strength could not be underestimated!

Any one of them was much stronger than Edward, and they could easily beat him!

...

"The Black Hawk Squad! They are actually members of the Black Hawk Squad! And they are the three strongest people!"

When number one and the others used their strange powers, Edward immediately recognized them.

His expression was extremely shocked!

The Black Hawk Squad was a special squad made up of mages. They were strong, ruthless, and had frequent activities.

They were a sharp knife of the Heim Magic Global Association and had killed many people from the Mage Association.

Therefore, although it had a reputation, it was not a good reputation.

It was ranked in the top five on the Mage Association's wanted list!

Although Edward had never seen the Black Hawk Squad, he had read their information.

Once number 1 and the others made their move, Edward recognized them!

It was only now that Edward knew.

It turned out that the embarrassing trio that got on the train was actually three powerful mages who were wanted!

If Edward had met these three people, he would have had to hope for the best. There was a high chance that he would have died in their hands.

But now...

Number 1, number 2, and number 3 had a look of intense fear on their faces.

They were all nervous and trembling as they looked at Flanders, who was walking toward them step by step.

They said that they were going to fight Flanders, but they did not make any unnecessary moves.

They did not even stop an effective attack.

Do not forget, this was the death bus. As long as they were on the death bus, they had to follow the rules here.

Flanders could ignore these rules, but number 1 and the others did not have the strength to fight the death bus.

The weak ones could only obediently sit in their seats before Flanders approached them.

Noticing the expressions on their faces, Edward vaguely understood something, and his expression became even more shocked!

This scarecrow... might be even more terrifying than he had imagined!

In his eyes, the incomparably powerful Black Hawk Squad was so frightened in front of this scarecrow that they almost peed their pants!

"Do I still have a chance to leave this death bus alive?"

Looking at the terrifying scarecrow approaching the Black Hawk Squad step by step, Edward muttered in a daze.

In such a desperate situation, waiting for death was already torturous enough. Edward had never thought that fate would play a joke on him at such a time.

He had originally thought that he was the savior of the world, but in the end, it turned out to be an even more unpredictable and terrifying scarecrow.

This was really a sad thing.

Cursing in his heart, Edward was very depressed.

Why did he have to give him hope when he was in despair and pull him into the abyss when he was about to see the light.

In his opinion, after the members of the Black Shadow Squad were killed, it was time for the other passengers to take their turn.

At this time, Edward absolutely could not imagine what unimaginable things would happen next!