As soon as he finished speaking, Flanders gently raised his right hand and a black sickle immediately appeared in it.
This was the transformation after Night Cut had been upgraded to level 5.
At this moment, his Night Cut could be condensed into a physical weapon.
It was not just an illusory attack anymore.
Holding the sickle in his hand, Flanders tilted his head slightly as he moved forward, slashing repeatedly at the Sword King.
As the Sword King received a few blows, he became frightened.
This scarecrow's strength was actually stronger than his!
Every strike he received made his arm go numb.
Moreover, not only did he have to be wary of the scarecrow's attacks, he also had to dodge the attacks of the surrounding crows that were still attacking him.
What made everyone's hair stand on end was that the scarecrow did not seem to care about the crows at all.
He was not even dodging attacks. Instead, he brought the crows along with him as he continued slashing at the Sword King.
Very quickly, many crows fell to the ground. The entire rooftop was almost covered in black feathers.
However, Flanders did not feel the slightest bit of heartache. He did not even hesitate at all because crows were still flying out of his chest.
One after another, they pounced on the Sword King.
Soon, there was a thump on the rooftop.
A member of the Sarkos branch was the first to fall to the ground.
Then, like dominoes, there was a chain reaction.
One by one, the members fell to the ground. They seemed to have lost consciousness.
It was only a single exchange of blows but they did not even have the time to attack.
The Sarkos branch had already lost more than half of their combat strength.
However, the scarecrow was still unharmed.
At this moment, the Sword King heard Flanders's words while he was resisting.
'You can't really be thinking that you stinking fish and rotten prawns can hurt me, right?"
When the Sword King heard these words earlier, he had thought that the scarecrow was bluffing.
Now, he realized that Flanders was speaking the truth!
No one in the entire Sarkos branch could hurt the scarecrow at all!
At this time, the other members who had dispelled the illusion had recovered some of their strength and rejoined the battle.
The scarecrow was able to easily shuttle between these people.
Originally, Flanders could increase his strength by absorbing fear.
His Demonic God's body could also increase his strength.
In addition, he had just subdued Black who was now a part of himself.
At that moment, Flanders's overall strength had long surpassed C-class.
As for why the system's evaluation was so low, Flanders himself did not know.
Perhaps the system only evaluated Flanders's physical strength and did not include his skills.
Or perhaps the system's standard of strength was different from this world's standard of strength.
In short, although Flanders's strength was only a D in the system's eyes, his actual strength had already reached C++ according to the Mage Association's standard of evaluation!
With such strength, Flanders was naturally not an existence that the people from the Sarkos branch could handle.
Flanders was unhappy earlier because he did not want to fight with too many people at the same time.
As long as there were more people, there might be some who could escape.
If the survivors revealed their strength, it would only attract stronger enemies.
This was a situation that Flanders did not want to happen.
If he wanted to forcefully kill everyone, he could only use his Devil Conqueror.
However, this was also something Flanders did not want to happen.
Apart from the fact that his Devil Conqueror would make him too huge and possibly attract even more people, the side effects of said skill were not something Flanders could bear at the moment.
Flanders had already experienced an hour of weakness.
In that one hour, any F-class member or creature would probably be able to kill him easily.
Such a huge risk was not something he was willing to take.
Thinking of this, the swinging of the sickle in Flanders's hand became faster.
He did not forget that the woman had already left the rooftop.
In other words, she had probably called for reinforcements.
If someone more powerful came, even Flanders was not confident that he could escape unscathed.
Soon, one of the members revealed a flaw.
Flanders seized the opportunity and swung his sickle.
In an instant, a piece of the member's head was cut off, and red blood and white brain matter scattered all over the ground.
[Fear points: +3,000.]
[Fear points: +500.]
[Fear points: +600.]
The members who could survive until this point were all ruthless people who had experienced countless battles.
Although such a scene was scary enough, it was not enough to make them retreat.
Instead, they seized this perfect opportunity to slash at Flanders.
In an instant, a huge black scythe swung in the air, slashing straight at Flanders.
However, Flanders had no intention of dodging.
This move was seen by the other members, and everyone misunderstood.
They thought that the scarecrow was relying on this group of people to surrender, so it had no intention of hiding.
This was because if they killed the scarecrow, there would be no way any of them could subdue him.
However, the man wielding the giant scythe sneered.
As expected, the strange creature's intelligence was no match for humans. This scarecrow was too optimistic.
Even if they killed the scarecrow, there would be no loss to them.
Even if the scarecrow survived, it would definitely be forcefully subdued by the Sword King. It would not be their opportunity.
On the contrary, if they could kill the scarecrow, it would be of great merit and they would definitely receive a reward from the headquarters.
They might even be transferred directly to the headquarters.
At that time, the sky would be high and the emperor would be far away. Would they still need to worry about the Sword King's revenge?
All of their thoughts were the same as the man holding the huge black scythe.
In their eyes, the scythe man was already dead.
The moment the huge scythe touched the scarecrow, the man shouted ferociously, "Go to hell, you monster!"
However, in the next second, a terrifying scene appeared.
The huge scythe slashed through Flanders's body, but it did not cause any damage.
Indeed. It did not cut him open, slicing through him instead.
It was as if it was cutting water.
Then, something even stranger happened.
A stream of liquid suddenly sprayed onto the man's face.
Feeling the hot and sticky liquid on his right face, the man was slightly stunned, and he subconsciously turned his head to look.
The comrade who was fighting beside him was actually split into two from top to bottom. He was cut into two halves.
"What—what's going on?!" the giant scythe man cried out in surprise. He hurriedly tried to pull out his weapon.
However, with his left hand, Flanders reached out and grabbed the giant scythe, slashing his opponent with a cold and sinister smile.
"What's going on?
"Go to hell and slowly figure it out!"