Chapter 212 - Flanders’s Escape Game

Paul did not last long before he was tortured to death by Fear.

Flanders looked at Paul, who was lying on the ground with a twisted expression, without a trace of sympathy.

After recalling all the crows, there were many more corpses on the ground, and no human figures could be seen.

These corpses were all the healing mages that he had isolated previously.

Not a single one of these mages survived. All of them died miserably. Many of their flesh and blood were taken away by his crows.

[Fear Points +4,400]

[Fear Points +5,000]

[Fear Points +5,200]

After he dispersed the crows, a lot of fear value suddenly appeared in his account.

He followed the fear value and looked over.

He saw a lot of people.

The clothes these people were wearing were very familiar. They were the ones from the Mage Association.

There were actually so many people here?

Could it be that all the people from the Mage Association had come?

But it was better this way.

A smile appeared on Flanders's face. Then he looked over and met the eyes of one of the other mages.

[Fear Points +6000]

The mage immediately panicked.

He grabbed his companion and prepared to escape.

However, before he could take a step forward, he was cut in half by the huge black scythe that fell from the sky.

Immediately, the surrounding mages shouted and fled.

They had no other choice.

There were two B rank mages in the Mage Association of Coase City. One was Captain Pine, and the other was their branch head, Paul.

And now, Pine could not be contacted. Everyone guessed that he was dead.

And their minister, Paul, had died right in front of their eyes.

Moreover, Paul's death was very terrifying.

His face was twisted, and he was foaming at the mouth. His pair of bloodshot eyes were twitching.

He was obviously scared to death.

Moreover, there was almost no good part of his body that had been eaten by crows.

And all of this was done by the scarecrow.

In addition to the video that the scarecrow had sent out earlier, they were as afraid of this scarecrow as they could be.

"Hahaha!!"

While everyone was fleeing in fear.

Flanders was currently waving his black scythe excitedly.

Just like before at the Wentley Stadium, Flanders was extremely excited by the blood that was constantly spurting out from the surroundings.

Most mages had already lost their desire to fight in front of Flanders.

Therefore, Flanders was as easy as cutting leeks.

Of course.

There were also a few mages who saw that they could not escape and were looking for an opportunity to use magic to kill Flanders.

Bang bang!

Just as Flanders was getting excited from killing.

Two fire spells exploded on his body.

Flanders stopped what he was doing and looked at that person.

That person's face was filled with fear and his entire body was trembling.

"Demon... demon!"

Flanders walked over with a smile.

"Demon... many people call me that. There are even people who call me demon, death."

A strange smile appeared on Flanders'face. "Of course, I still like people calling me... demon god of fear!"

After saying that, Flanders waved the scythe in his hand.

Night Cut.

The mage instantly fell to the ground.

At this moment, countless fear points were constantly being collected.

Flanders glanced at his surroundings. Most of the mages were now trembling in fear, their bodies shaking like chaff.

Despair was spreading!

All the mages were in despair at this moment.

But Flanders did not care. He just needed to be happy.

Thinking of this, Flanders smiled. "I'll give you a chance."

When his voice spread, he saw almost all the mages looking over.

"Hey."

Seeing this, Flanders smiled happily. "It's very simple!"

"I'll give all of you a chance. You have three minutes to escape."

"During this time, I promise in the name of the demon god of fear that I won't make a move, and you can use your methods to run as far as you can... But after three minutes, the person I find will be finished!"

Flanders's voice sounded as if it came from hell.

...

Hearing the scarecrow's voice, David could not help but glance to the side.

His companion Jean also looked over.

Let them escape for three minutes?

Really?

Is this true?

The two of them were already in despair, ready to wait for the black scythe to fall on them.

But now, after hearing the scarecrow's voice, a glimmer of hope rose in their hearts.

But they were very suspicious.

After all, they all knew how cruel the scarecrow was.

Now, it was actually thinking of letting them go?

It was really too strange.

It might be strange, but they did not have time to think about it. They ran as fast as they could behind them.

Because, while they were still puzzled, someone had already started to run.

No matter what, they could not be the last one.

As for the other mages, they were the same. When they saw that someone had already started to run, they could not care less whether what the scarecrow said was true or not. They immediately ran behind them.

They only had one thought.

That was to run away!

"Jean, let's go faster!" David said.

The two of them had been in the Mage Association for some time.

David was now a D rank mage.

Jean was a C rank mage.

However, David was faster than Jean in terms of speed. Jean had the advantage in fighting the enemy.

"We have already run far away. Moreover, we are now in front of many people. I think the scarecrow should not be able to catch up with us," Jean said, panting.

David was about to nod in agreement.

Then the scarecrow's face flashed across his mind, and he suddenly became afraid. "That scarecrow is too strange. Let's run further away."

"By the way, how many minutes has it been?" David asked.

Jean looked at his watch.

"A little more than three minutes."

"..."

The scarecrow had already begun to move.

The same thought flashed through their minds at the same time.

Just as they were about to leave this place quickly, Jean suddenly stopped.

"What's Wrong?"

David looked behind him and asked in puzzlement.

Then, he found that his companion's body was actually trembling at this time.

"What happened? Jean!"

David asked.

"I... I think I see a scarecrow..." Jean's face turned pale as he stood there and said in horror.

Scarecrow?!

David's face instantly turned pale as well.

He hurriedly looked around, but unfortunately, he did not see a scarecrow.

At this time, he suddenly heard Jean's scream.

David turned around in panic.

He saw Jean, who was still alive a second ago, lying on the ground, his body cut off in mid-air...

And in his sight, a huge black scythe flew away.

The scarecrow..

Was here!

David was instantly scared and took a few steps back in fear.

"D-david, save..."

Jean looked at David, his eyes gray.

David was already scared silly. After hearing Jean's words, he gritted his teeth and prepared to save his companion. After all, he could not see the scarecrow.

However, he had only taken one step forward.

A shadow that terrified him appeared at the end of the horizon.

It was the scarecrow!

Suddenly, David stopped and staggered backward.

"I... I'm sorry, Jean."

At this moment, David did not care about Jean. He screamed and ran away.