I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

Although their identities were exposed by Edward, number 1 and the other two did not look at Edward.

To them, this mage from the Mage Association who was not as strong as them was just a dead man.

Not to mention that the mage from the Mage Association was their enemy.

Even if they ignored the other party, they did not think that the other party would be able to survive with these two terrifying strange creatures.

Not to mention this mage who was only a D- in strength, even if they could survive, it was still unknown.

Therefore, compared to the other party who cared about others first, number 1 and the rest were better off caring about their current situation.

Do not forget, the most terrifying of the two was the one that chased after them.

Perhaps, Edward, whom they looked down on, would leave before he could die.

Therefore, the Black Hawk Squad of three focused all their attention on Flanders.

"The death bus is currently attacking the scarecrow. Looking at the stance and scale of the arms, I dare to predict that the death bus may not have the extra strength to attack us. It's being held back by the scarecrow."

Hearing number 1's analysis, number 2 and number 3 nodded silently, indicating that they agreed with number 1.

"This is an opportunity for us. If we are not bound by the rules now, we can try to cooperate with the death bus to attack the scarecrow.

"Later, I will count to three, two, one, and then we will all attack together."

"Okay."

"No problem."

Number 2 and number 3 did not have any objections and agreed readily.

Seeing this, number1 fixed his gaze on Flanders, who was constantly approaching them.

The arms in the depths of the death bus were crazily stretching and grabbing at Flanders, constantly attacking him.

Flanders waved the huge sickle in his hand when these arms tried to approach him. Every time he raised the sickle, a large number of arms would fall from it.

Not only the arms, but also the flesh and blood of the surrounding passengers.

As the space of the death bus was only so small, the huge sickle's attack range was too wide.

Therefore, even if Flanders did not deliberately attack, there were still many innocent passengers who were affected by Flanders's attack.

Some even had half of their heads cut off, bleeding non-stop, and died on the spot.

The dead did not feel much about this scene, but those around them were still alive. For a moment, everyone felt uneasy, and their hearts were in their throats.

Just like number 1, they were highly focused, their eyes fixed on Flanders's movements.

They were afraid that the giant scythe in Flanders's hands would turn into a grim reaper in the next moment and take their lives.

But even so, many people were still hit, and their bodies were bleeding non-stop.

There was nothing they could do. There were too many arms in the death bus. These arms wrapped around Flanders, blocking their vision, making it difficult for them to see Flanders's movements clearly.

Since they could not see his movements clearly, it was naturally not good for them to dodge immediately. There was nothing they could do if they were hit.

"Three..."

He lowered his voice and started counting with a voice that only the three-person team could hear.

"Two..."

"One! Let's go now!"

Number 1's eyes widened and his body suddenly leaned forward, as if he was going to rush up and fight the scarecrow to the death.

However, at the next moment, his movements stopped abruptly.

"..."

At this moment, the air seemed to have quieted down.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the death bus's outstretched arms also paused in mid-air for a moment.

Flanders watched all of this with interest, his gaze filled with amusement.

The strange smile on his face was filled with a thick sense of ridicule.

When number 1 shouted, to the surprise of everyone in the bus, none of the three went up.

It was as if they were not the ones who had agreed to go up together.

The atmosphere of the Black Hawk Squad was a little awkward.

Their expressions were a little strange.

Looking at the three of them, even in such a dangerous place, the people around could not help but smile.

Were these three people here to make a joke?

Edward could not help but start to suspect that these three people were really the members of the Black Hawk Squad mentioned in the file?

Number 1 looked at number 2 and number 3, and the two of them looked back at number 1.

The three of them looked at each other.

Number 1 did not question why the other two did not attack.

He had gotten the answer from their eyes.

After all, he trusted them too much.

If he had known earlier, he would not have exposed his intention of selling out his teammates.

He did not expect to be tricked at such a critical moment.

The reason why number 2 and number 3 did not move was that they did not trust number 1.

Previously, number 1 had abandoned all the remaining members in order to increase his chances of escape.

Although number 2 and number 3 benefited from this approach, they also became more cautious after that and became wary of number 1.

Since you can betray your teammates once, then you can betray them a second time.

And now, number 1 proved that their defense was correct.

Although number 1 said that the death bus was pinned down by the scarecrow, he was not sure if he would be attacked by the death bus if he stepped out at this time.

So, he wanted to let his two teammates take the risk and help him try.

If he was not attacked, then it would not be too late for him to join the other two.

If he was attacked, then at least he would be safe. As for how he would survive, that would be a matter of the future.

If he could live a little longer, then he would live a little longer. It was much better to be alive than dead.

This was number 1's idea. There was nothing wrong with wanting to live!

But in the eyes of number 2 and number 3, it was a huge mistake, because this was built on betraying them.

Your life was a life. How could it be that their lives were lives?

Thus, the three of them just watched each other without making a sound.

And with such a good show, Flanders did not mind staying a little longer to enjoy it.

He simply stopped where he was and left the space for the Black Hawk Squad to play.

Anyway, even if he did not resist, the death bus's attacks could not even break through his defense.

Since that was the case, why not pause and watch the good show in front of him?

Controlling the sickle to cut off the arm that was blocking his vision, Flanders just enjoyed the scene in front of him.

That was why humans were sometimes even scarier than strange creatures.

As his gaze fell on number 1, Flanders could not help but sigh in his heart.

Feeling the gazes around him, the pressure fell on number 1.

The situation was not good for him now. He had to do something.