I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

With the black-haired girl's participation, the battle situation changed, and the scales of victory finally began to tilt.

Flames coiled around the black-haired girl's weapon.

If Flanders were to pay attention now, he would find that the way the black-haired girl circulated her energy and the way she used her weapon was very familiar to him.

This familiar feeling did not come from anyone else, but from himself.

The gir's moves and Night Cut using were so similar.

Unfortunately, Flanders was not in the mood to observe. The moment his instincts took control of his body, Flanders's rationality was suppressed.

To be honest, one of the reasons why Flanders did this was to allow himself to enjoy the pleasure of battle more.

The other was to give the black-haired girl a scare.

The other, and the most important reason, was that he wanted to try a new pattern through this fight.

Allow instinct and reason to exist at the same time.

From the fact that Flanders was now suppressed, it could be seen that the power of a single instinct could be exerted very strongly.

But sometimes it was impossible to effectively deal with the means of the enemy.

He would not think, but constantly through their own experience, as well as their own ability to maximize the performance of their own body.

Instinct was strong, but there is a limit.

However, reason would be able to deal with the enemy, and make up for these shortcomings.

But if it was reason alone, it is also unable to unlock their own body's performance.

Hence, the greedy Flanders chose both.

He wanted to maximize his strength while maintaining a calm mind during battle.

And now, this was Flanders's common sense.

Facing three B rank strange creatures at the same time, Flanders would not have the chance to encounter such a scene in a short period of time.

Moreover, if he became familiar with the black-haired girl in the future, it would be difficult for him to act ruthlessly.

There were some things that were best resolved in the beginning when they were unfamiliar with each other.

Therefore, at the beginning, Flanders used this family of strange creatures to improve his combat style.

This was one of the methods that Flanders could think of to increase his combat strength and improve himself after he fell into the bottleneck of leveling up.

Not being able to level up did not mean that Flanders would stop moving forward.

On the contrary, the highly motivated Flanders was full of thoughts on how to improve himself.

Therefore, the black-haired girl and her family became the stepping stones for Flanders to increase his strength and achieve a breakthrough.

Of course, the black-haired girl would not sit still and wait for death.

She would not just let Flanders do whatever he wanted to her family.

Even if it was the wild boar butcher, the father that the black-haired girl hated the most, complete pig trash, the black-haired girl would still treat him as her personal property.

Only she could bully the wild boar butcher. She would not allow anyone else to do so.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the scales of victory began to tilt.

However, this scale did not favor either side.

The reason was that the wild boar butcher had encountered a problem again.

His own flesh and blood essence and life energy were already on the verge of collapse.

Now, the wild boar butcher's armor could explode at any moment, and it would fall to the ground and lose its ability to fight.

At that time, only the black-haired girl would be able to fight against Flanders alone.

"It's really terrible."

The black-haired girl's beautiful brows furrowed, and the flames began to churn again. The Flames became even fiercer than before.

The temperature also rose rapidly in an instant.

"Don't move!"

The restrictive words immediately transformed into a spell that was cast on Flanders.

His body instantly froze on the spot.

A good opportunity!

The black-haired girl and the wild boar butcher unleashed their most powerful skills without any hesitation.

The final blood essence was injected, and a blood-red mist appeared in the air. A huge cannon made of sharp teeth appeared in the wild boar butcher's right hand.

The rows of teeth reached endless darkness. The darkness was like an abyss, and blood-red energy gathered in it.

The boar butcher's tall and sturdy body was shrinking at a scale visible to the naked eye.

It was as if it was being scaled down as a picture in a computer.

The blood-red mist continuously surged into the sharp teeth cannon.

In the next moment, the blood-red energy poured out, enveloping Flanders's body.

The black-haired girl was doing the same thing.

The flames gathered in the scythe. When the energy had reached a certain level, the black-haired girl's hand began to turn the handle, and the scythe in her hand turned into a huge ring of fire.

The temperature continued to rise as the speed of the rotation increased, and the color of the flames changed.

Dark red, orange-red, the changes continued. The golden-orange color did not change until the ball of flames became extremely white. Only then did the black-haired girl finally make a new move.

Raising both her hands high, she threw a fireball at Flanders. The fireball that was like a small sun was directly thrown out of the weapon by the black-haired girl and charged at Flanders.

At this moment, Flanders, who could not move at all, could only allow the attacks from both sides to land on his body.

Under the two powerful attacks, no one saw the black gas gushing out from the surface of Flanders's body.

Devil Conquerer.

His instincts did not care so much. Without the distracting thoughts that Flanders had under normal circumstances, he would not even consider whether or not to keep his trump card.

After receiving the support of the Devil Conquerer's power, Flanders's Demonic God's Body's strength increased.

At the same time, Flanders successfully broke the black-haired girl's spirit of speech.

When the attack landed on his body, the straw on Flanders's body slightly bent. It could be seen that even with the help of the god of Devil Conquerer's power, Flanders was still affected.

If he had not chosen to use Devil Conquerer just now, then Flanders really might have been injured and his defense broken.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs. His instincts would not allow that to happen, so he decisively used Devil Conquerer.

The divine power of the Devil Conquerer flowed through Flanders's arm and poured into the soul-devouring scythe and Sword Apophis.

The two weapons that had been enhanced had a slight change in shape, becoming even more terrifying.

Black patterns appeared, and deep pitch-black weapons wrapped around the surface, faintly discernible.

In the midst of the explosion, Flanders waved both hands, and the mist instantly dissipated.

A terrifying and intimidating body appeared before the black-haired girl's eyes.

At this moment, the wild boar butcher had already disarmed and was lying on the ground, on the verge of death. It could die at any moment.

Without any threat, Flanders did not bother about him. Instead, he focused his attention on the black-haired girl.

This also allowed the wild boar butcher to luckily survive.

The black-haired girl bit her lower lip with an aggrieved expression.