I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

"Where did Nikorei go?"

On the way to the Gates of Hell, Flanders was still thinking about how to face Nikorei. He had no choice. He could not defeat her.

But even if he could not defeat Nikorei, escaping from her would not be a problem.

On second thought, I can go wherever I want. As long as it does not delay me from entering the Gates of Hell.

When he arrived at the Gates of Hell, Flanders felt that the Gates of Hell were calling to him.

It seemed that he really had an indissoluble bond with the Gates of Hell.

Flanders turned his body sideways and entered the Gates of Hell. His body did enter, but his head did not.

His head was too big!

Flanders pulled off his head with all his strength!

"What a little rascal!"

After saying that, Flanders stretched out two hands full of straw and grabbed his head, pulling with all his strength!

With great strength, he finally pulled the straw head in.

After placing his head on the straw body, Flanders looked at his surroundings.

The mages of the Mage Association were in despair. A small scarecrow was chasing after them with a strange laugh.

They were in despair. If they died, so be it. The mages closed their eyes.

They waited and waited, but nothing happened, so they opened their eyes.

They saw the scarecrow chasing them, fell to the ground, the small scarecrow quietly lying on the ground motionless.

"I'm gonna stomp on you!"

"Die, freak!"

"You want to kill me? Dream on!"

...

The mages knew that something was going on. There was something wrong with the scarecrow, though they did not know what.

At least they were safe now!

The three little scarecrows on the ground were torn apart by the mages.

The last one was burned with fire!

The mages supported each other as they left the Black Swamp. From then on, the Black Swamp was their lifelong nightmare.

Flanders had no intention of letting these mages go. Looking at the mages that were covered in mud, Flanders lost interest in playing with them.

He made a few little scarecrows to end the mages' lives.

What Flanders did not know was that as his strength increased, the little scarecrows seemed to have changed.

The little scarecrows had also inherited Flanders's personality. The little scarecrows were in high spirits, chasing after these mages. They were extremely happy.

As Flanders entered the Gate of Hell, the little scarecrows lost their source of power. The transmission of power in their bodies was cut off by the Gate of Hell.

Without the power transmission, the little scarecrows were just little scarecrows.

In the end, the mages seized the opportunity to counterattack and escape.

Inside the Gate of Hell, Flanders could sense what was the smell of hell. It was the smell of sulfur.

The smell of sulfur was mixed with all kinds of violent aura and negative energy.

"The disgusting smell of sulfur, the intoxicating smell of violence!"

"Hate and love coexist, it really makes people struggle!"

Flanders looked intoxicated, and then he vomited again.

Then he shouted loudly, "are there any creatures from hell? Let me see what they look like!"

He shouted a few times, but no one responded to Flanders.

"So boring! The human world is so interesting! Fear makes me happy!"

"The abyss makes me unhappy!"

Despite saying that he was unhappy, Flanders still flew towards the depths of Hell.

Flanders could feel a strong energy wave summoning him there.

"Oh! Little baby, don't worry, daddy is coming!"

For some reason, after Flanders arrived in Hell, he began to talk like a chatterbox. When he was in the human world, he did not talk so much.

Without realizing it, Flanders was influenced by Hell.

Flanders flew to a black hall and saw two dogs guarding the door.

"Oh! You guys are so ugly! Dogs with two heads!"

The two-headed Hell hound was unhappy when it heard others say it was ugly!

"You think you're so good? A broken scarecrow!"

The two-headed hound could feel the power of the scarecrow, so they did not dare to provoke him.

As the saying went, one had to look at their master before beating up a dog. In their master's territory, the two of them definitely could not lose their imposing manner.

"Why are you looking for my master?"

"Bring out the benefits! If you don't have any benefits, don't even think about meeting my master."

"Benefits?"

"What benefits?"

Flanders felt that these two dogs were super funny. The dog even wanted benefits.

Flanders pulled off his own arm.

"Come, dog, there are bones to eat!"

"Woof Woof!"

The hellish two-headed dogs felt offended. One of the two-headed dogs felt that he should show his imposing manner. He let out a howl.

The other two-headed dog only cared about anger. It immediately barked!

"You're not barking. You're not a dog. What exactly are you?"

Flanders raised his own question. The barking two-headed dog also looked at the howling two-headed dog with a suspicious gaze.

"You silly dog. Who exactly are you with?"

"Bite him!"

The howling two-headed dog was the boss. He took the lead and bit Flanders.

"Silly Dog!"

Flanders kicked away the two-headed dog. The two-headed dog crashed into the stone pillar of the black stone hall.

Its eyes rolled back, and it fainted.

The other Cerberus saw its boss's miserable state, and its heart was filled with fear.

[Fear Points +20,000]

...

Flanders was stunned! This dog's strength was only C rank, how could it give so many fear points.

Could it be that it was a creature of hell?

The more it thought about it, the more it felt that it made sense!

"Go wake up that stupid dog!"

The barking two-headed dog woke up its boss.

Seeing Flanders walking toward him, both of his dog heads shouted, "don't come over!"

[Fear Points +22,000]

...

Looking at the fear points added into his account, Flanders felt like he opened a brand new door.

Hell is good! It's really good!

"Where is this place?" Flanders suddenly remembered that he was just talking nonsense with the two dogs and did not know where this place was.

"Lord scarecrow, this is the palace of the seventh fallen angel, Sir Liszt."

"I'm Liszt's good friend! I'm here to play with him today!"

Flanders did not care whether the two silly dogs believed him or not, he just made up stories.

The two two-headed dogs looked at each other and instantly understood what the other meant. Whatever he said, he would not be able to beat him anyway.

Flanders walked straight into the palace, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

The two dogs looked around and pretended that they could not see anything!

Coming to the inner part of the Hall, Flanders looked at the environment in the hall. Soon, he found the energy source that summoned him.

A beating black heart was on the altar in the middle of the hall.

Devil's Heart!

It had lured Flanders here. It had been sealed in this black stone hall for more than 100,000 years.

The seventh fallen angel was responsible for guarding this heart.

Normally, this Devil's Heart would never have a chance. Now that the Gates of Hell had opened.

Outsiders could come to hell. This was the opportunity for the Devil's Heart.

"Oh no! Something happened to the Devil's Heart!"

The seventh fallen angel, Liszt, sensed the abnormality of the altar in the stone hall and he quickly rushed back!