I Am A Scarecrow And The Demon Lord Of Terror!-Chapter 413 - Acquired A New Skill

Chapter 413 - Acquired A New Skill

Flanders was very clear about Alger and Macmillan's plans. He would never let their plans succeed.

The S rank players he had painstakingly collected were very important to him. He did not know how powerful the opponent's forbidden spell was. At the very least, Flanders could feel fear.

Flanders was very interested in the spell that could make a strong mage feel fear. Now that he had taken a fancy to it, it was his.

The black liquid in Flanders's hand did not condense magic power at all. His body had already fused with the essence of the dead water. Casually summoning the dead water could already be said to be an instinct.

The black water ball flew towards Macmillan. Macmillan used Explosive Fist. This was his famous skill.

Explosive Fist could cause the enemy to explode. It could quickly destroy the enemy. It could also have a threatening effect.

The fist hit the black water ball, and the water ball exploded. The water ball turned into countless small water droplets.

These small water droplets did not fly everywhere after they exploded. Flanders could perfectly control their direction of flight.

"Damn it! How could this be!"

Macmillan quickly discovered the danger of the black water droplets. He felt his magic power quickly dissipating. Without his magic power, his combat ability would be greatly affected.

The water droplet exploded and scattered for a moment, but it quickly turned into a large water droplet and pounced on Alger.

There were too many water droplets. Macmillan could not stop all of them. All of the water droplets that he had missed rushed toward Alger.

He was chanting a spell. His magic power was rapidly gathering. After he was covered by the water droplet, he felt his magic power begin to dissipate.

Without magic power as a summoning medium, he could not cast such a forbidden spell, the World of Ice and Snow.

Seeing the black water droplets covering Alger, Flanders was not satisfied. He always felt that the water droplets were not enough.

As long as Flanders had magic power, he could create endless dead water balls.

He opened his right palm, and magic power began to gather. Soon, another black water ball appeared in his palm.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

..,

In the blink of an eye, five or six water balls were created by Flanders. These water balls flew toward Alger and Macmillan.

Bang!

Bang!

...

The sound of the water balls cracking could be heard. Alger and Macmillan were surrounded by dense stagnant water droplets.

Alger was completely in despair. His magic power was rapidly dissipating. The amount of magic power that was condensed could not reach the standard of a skill. He was unable to cast any forbidden spells. After the magic power dissipated, his forbidden spells could no longer be cast.

Without magic power as a medium, Alger's spell was only a spell in the literal sense. Other than sounding mysterious, it had no other use.

Of course, there was another point: Alger was wasting his saliva.

Amir was a pure mage. His physique was not too strong. Soon, he began to feel weak.

He felt dizzy and sleepy.

Macmillan was surrounded by the ghost king and Gabriel. He was exhausted, and he was no match for the two of them.

Soon, Macmillan was defeated. He panted heavily, and he felt tired.

He was a close-combat mage with an extremely strong body. Ever since he advanced to S rank, he did not know how long it had been since he had experienced fatigue.

Now, that strange yet familiar feeling of fatigue filled his entire body. He lay weakly on the ground.

He glanced at his old friend, Alger, and said with a pessimistic expression, "I didn't think that the two of us would die here."

After hearing Macmillan's words, Alger smiled bitterly. It did not matter if he had his old friend accompany him when he went to Hell. It was not lonely at all.

Rattle!

"You won't die!"

"I can't bear to kill such outstanding people!"

If Macmillan and Alger had a trace of power in their bodies at this moment, they would both choose to commit suicide. Their self-esteem did not allow them to be enslaved by others. They did not need to call others their masters. They could not bear this kind of mental torture.

The two Black Scarecrows entered their bodies. They did not have any magic power in their bodies. They could not resist even if they wanted to.

The Black Scarecrow easily entered their hearts. No matter how the Black Scarecrow fused with their hearts, there was still a glimmer of clarity in their eyes.

Flanders understood their eyes. They were holding on with their strong willpower.

When he saw all of this, he was somewhat impressed by these two old men.

Rattle!

"Looks like I was careless. One scarecrow isn't enough. Then I'll release a few more scarecrows for the two of you. This represents my respect."

When Flanders subdued Gabriel, he released three Black Scarecrows. The powerful spiritual effect caused Gabriel to be subdued without any time to resist.

As the four black scarecrows entered Macmillan and Alger's bodies, the resistance in their eyes instantly disappeared.

Flanders could feel that he had completely subdued these two S rank powerhouses of the Salko Temple.

He entered the sea of consciousness, and as expected, there were two more large islands in his sea of consciousness.

These two large islands were full of vitality. All kinds of trees were lush and lush, but there were no living creatures.

Other than the spirit king, almost every S rank master who had been subdued by Flanders was full of vitality on the islands that they had transformed into in Flanders's sea of consciousness.

Flanders did not know what this meant for the time being, but he felt that there was a change in the entire sea of consciousness. Something called vitality appeared in his sea of consciousness.

He did not know how to define and describe this vitality, but he felt that this vitality had a strong benefit to him.

After planting two scarecrows on the two islands, Flanders left the sea of consciousness.

After regaining consciousness, he looked at the dusty faces of the two old men. The more he looked at them, the more comfortable he felt.

They were all good people! They came all the way here to give him benefits.

The four Green Scarecrows entered the bodies of the two old men. The two of them had been appointed, so they could do whatever they wanted with the scarecrows.

When the Green Scarecrows entered their bodies, the two of them immediately felt that their body's recovery speed had increased.

It was a wonderful feeling to be able to quickly recover from physical damage.

Meanwhile, Flanders had also learned skills from the two of them: Explosive Fist and World of Ice and Snow.

Especially World of Ice and Snow. Flanders loved this skill too much. With this skill, it was like a different version of the ultimate weapon.

It was an ultimate weapon that could be released at any time. As Long as Flanders had magic power, he could always release this forbidden spell.

The only flaw was that he would also be hurt by this spell.. However, Flanders was not worried because he had thought of a solution.