Paul descended from the sky.
With the help of the height of the tall building, the huge sword in Paul's hand slashed down from the sky, bringing with it waves of cries.
Paul's eyes revealed a savage look.
This strike was extremely heavy.
He believed that no one would be able to withstand this attack of his. Even if the scarecrow that was very famous in Coase City wanted to block this attack, it was still far from enough.
It could even be said that it was impossible.
Boom!
The huge sword in his hand landed on the scarecrow's body without a single mistake.
Paul's eyes were filled with surprise.
As he had expected, this attack had indeed hit!
Hmph, I'm not going to let you go wild!
He had actually killed so many people in Wentley Stadium. It was said that he had even seriously injured that old man Garros?
It was only so-so!
Paul was just about to speak when he raised his head. The fanaticism in his eyes quickly subsided.
What replaced it was a thick shock.
In his sight, the scarecrow was not dead at all.
Not only was it not dead, but it was staring at him with its distorted eyes. Its serrated mouth opened at this moment, as if it wanted to swallow him whole.
What?!
Impossible!!
Paul was extremely shocked.
His huge sword had clearly slashed across the scarecrow's body, how could the scarecrow be completely fine!!
This did not make sense!
Of course, as he was shocked, he looked up and saw the expression of the scarecrow opposite him, and a trace of fear flashed through his heart.
What kind of face was that.
Twisted, filled with straw, fear, horror...
Words could not describe it.
However, in the next moment, something that made him even more terrified appeared.
He only felt a pain in his body.
Then, he saw a large gash from his shoulder down.
Pfft!
Blood splattered out, splattering all over his body.
A huge pain hit him. Paul felt that his body was about to be cut open. Blood was flowing from top to bottom. He felt that his strength was also rapidly draining.
Paul's face was filled with shock.
How did he get injured?!
Who attacked him?
Could it be the scarecrow in front of him?
No... impossible.
From the moment he jumped down, his eyes had been staring at the scarecrow. He was very sure that the scarecrow had not attacked.
Then, who was it?
However, when he shifted his gaze to his own body.
His extremely savage face was suddenly filled with shock and disbelief.
How... could it be!
This wound was too familiar to him!
Was it not the wound on the scarecrow that he had expected when he jumped down from the building?!
How could it be transferred to his body?!
The wound was transferred?
The wound that should have appeared on the scarecrow's body was transferred to his body?
Paul gradually understood.
He had actually hit the scarecrow just now, but the scarecrow had transferred the wound on his body to his body, so he was injured.
The scarecrow actually had such an ability!
For a moment, Paul was somewhat annoyed.
Why did he not investigate it beforehand..
However, he was, after all, the head of the Mage Association's branch, and he had quite a lot of experience, so these thoughts only flashed through his mind.
He quickly recovered.
Enduring the pain, he retreated more than ten meters.
At this time, the healing mages in the association behind had already arrived.
When they saw the injuries on Paul's body, they were all shocked. They all activated their healing spells and threw them at Paul.
Paul was covered in white light.
When the white light disappeared, the huge wound on Paul's body had already disappeared.
"Wa--"
"Wa--"
At this moment, Paul heard the crow's cry.
At the same time, a huge shadow appeared above his head.
He looked up and saw countless crows rushing out from the scarecrow.
The crows' cries separated him from the healing mages who had come with him. Then, they rushed towards them.
"Ah!!"
"Branch head! Save me!!"
His vision had just been blocked when he heard screams coming from the other side.
Immediately, his expression changed.
He was prepared to raise his huge sword and shake the crows away.
However, in the next moment, countless crows appeared in front of him. Their sharp beaks carried sharp thorns as they rushed towards his eyes and nose.
Swoosh!
Paul's expression changed.
His figure flashed and just as he dodged the crows, he heard a 'Puchi' sound.
A tearing sensation came.
His arm that was holding the huge sword fell to the ground, dripping with blood.
"Ahhh!!"
Paul cried out in pain.
Then, he turned around and saw the scarecrow opposite him holding a black scythe, which was dripping with blood.
"Wah-- wah--"
Countless crows rushed towards the broken arm on the ground.
They wanted to devour that arm!
Not good!
Paul's expression changed.
Although his arm was broken, they were not ordinary people. Moreover, he was not only a B rank mage but also a high-ranking member of the Mage Association. He had as many healing mages as he wanted.
As long as the broken arm was still there, he could completely reattach it.
But if it was not there, then it was impossible to reattach it.
So, when the crows all rushed towards his broken arm, he instantly panicked and wanted to chase them away.
But just as he took a step forward, Flanders rushed over.
Whoosh!
A huge black scythe fell in front of Paul's eyes and struck him in the head.
Paul had no choice.
He could only retreat.
When he looked up, his eyes turned red.
The crows were fighting over his arm.
Some of the crows even seized the opportunity to tear off a piece of meat from his arm as he flew through the air.
At this moment, his arm was almost reduced to a skeleton by the crows.
"Bastard!"
Paul cursed angrily.
This time, even if he could kill this scarecrow, he was destined to be a disabled person in the future, and his strength would be greatly reduced.
It was basically impossible to deal with Garros anymore.
This made him very angry.
One had to know that he had stayed in this branch for so many years, for what purpose?
Was it not just that one day, he would be able to defeat Garros and then head to the headquarters to replace Garros's position?
Now, because of this scarecrow in front of him, everything was ruined.
A huge rage attacked him.
This made Paul lose his mind. He picked up the huge sword on the ground and rushed towards Flanders.
Night Cut.
Flanders waved the black sickle in his hand.
Puchi!
A muffled sound rang out. A large wound instantly appeared on Paul's body, and blood splattered everywhere.
Fear.
Flanders casually cast another skill on Paul.
"Ah Ah!!"
Paul immediately fell to the ground.
Not many people could withstand the illusion of fear.
As a B+ mage, although Paul's strength was not weak, he still could not withstand it. Soon, he covered his head and screamed.
[Fear Points +20,000]
[Fear Points +23,000]
[Fear Points +25,000]
