Chapter 18:Humans, you're so funny

"You'll see soon enough."

  The King of Scarecrows' bloody eyes rolled and stared coldly at Elon.

  Whoa--

  When its words fell.

  There was a sudden sound of turning soil in the paddy fields outside the village.

  The crowd settled down to look out, and saw, violently, that the land had turned inside out, and a pair of hands, crawling out of the ground.

  Scarecrow after scarecrow, crawling out of the dirt.

  Watch this scene.

  Everyone couldn't help but stare.

  What is this?

  Zombies?

  The scarecrows didn't seem to be fully converted; they still had flesh and bone and sinew attached to their bodies.

  The skin and flesh were hanging out by the straw, swaying horribly with the pace.

  Elon scanned the scarecrows and realized the numbers weren't very high.

  It's also just over ten points of constitution and strength.

  He turned back and continued, "Is that how you created the scarecrow?"

  Is this a bit too much trouble?

  And ...

  Why didn't he just slaughter this village clean and turn everyone into scarecrows?

  "Yes."

  The King of Scarecrows said slowly, "But not really."

  TONY sees that the scarecrows are walking fast and have come into the village.

  "Brother Elon, what should we do now?"

  He was about to cry.

  Elon said, "Do you have the short sword with you?"

  "Bring it." TONY immediately pulled the short sword out of her arms.

  This important weapon, he always carried with him.

  "Good."

  Elon immediately said, "Defeat it with a short sword."

  TONY'S eyes widened, "Me?"

  "Yeah, you."

  Elon said in a serious voice, "I can't beat him."

  This made TONY freeze, you can't fight?

  I'm super.

  And who was the one who ripped the scarecrow out of his hand before?

  "Do I really have to be on it?" TONY refused to believe this and asked again.

  "Yeah."

  Elon said, "Don't dawdle, the scarecrow is coming."

  TONY realizes that what Elon said is true.

  Glancing at the King of Scarecrows not far away.

  He took a deep breath.

  Using a short sword against the King of Scarecrows today is death, and backing up and getting caught by a scarecrow is also death.

  Either way, you're dead.

  Might as well die a heroic death.

  "I'll fight you!"

  TONY closes her eyes and yells as she charges towards the King of Scarecrows.

  Watch as TONY rushes in.

  The King of Scarecrows laughed out loud, "Not by choice."

  In the next second, a scarecrow, rushed in front of it, blocking him.

  Puh-leeze!

  The short sword viciously stabbed into this scarecrow's chest.

  The top layer is still flesh and blood.

  Feeling the sting of something, TONY immediately opened his eyes.

  A glance in front of him, covered in rags, the scarecrow scared him six times, his hands subconsciously loosened the short sword, then staggered back.

  "I'm sorry."

  And he kept saying, "I didn't mean it."

  Elon propped him up in the back and said, "How are you going to make it in the mission like this?"

  "I ..."

  TONY is still in shock.

  Elon pushed right through him and stepped forward, pulling his short sword out before kicking the scarecrow out of the way.

  Bang.

  The scarecrow fell to the ground and surprisingly didn't move.

  On closer inspection, it was dead.

  Elon looked down at the short sword, and sure enough, it was right, the short sword had tremendous killing power against scarecrows.

  It's the nemesis.

  "Do you have any last words?" Elon asked the King of Scarecrows.

  "Hahaha--"

  The King of Scarecrows was actually laughing.

  It said, "Did you know that this short sword can restrain us?"

  "Know." Elon said.

  The King of Scarecrows asked again, "Then did you know that this short sword will be completely ineffective when it is stained with human blood!"

  Elon gave a beat.

  Stained with human blood, it disables the shortsword?

  He immediately looked at the dead scarecrow, half of his body, still flesh and blood.

  So carry human blood.

  And that sword just now had caused the short sword to stick to the pitch-black blood.

  "Nullifying the short sword is what you transformed the Scarecrow for." Elon said.

  "You're right."

  The Scarecrow King laughed, "Now that the short sword is wasted, you guys can't do anything to me anymore."

  "I'm going to tear you apart!"

  Elon glanced down at the short sword, which was actually slowly rusting.

  He casually threw the short sword away.

  "Blood on the floor wastes, what legendary cookware?"

  The scarecrow couldn't understand, but its eyes were fierce.

  These people, they all have to die.

  TONY sees the short sword rusting and the whole thing is struck by lightning.

  "It's all my fault."

  "It's all because of me that this short sword was scrapped."

  Because he was the one who stabbed the short sword into the scarecrow's chest.

  Without this sword, there is no way to deal with the scarecrow.

  Done.

  Everyone is going to die here today.

  And the person who caused this to happen was him!

  Elon didn't turn around, but he said, "Don't worry, I can still beat it without this sword."

  The crowd was stunned.

  The King of Scarecrows laughed, "Did I hear you right?"

  "Without this sword, what are you going to defeat me with?"

  "With your feeble shell?"

  It laughed louder and louder, "Do you know how much sacrifice your ancestors made to seal me seven hundred years ago?"

  "You are now alone and think you can surpass your ancestors?"

  "How do you know if you don't try?" Elon smiled faintly.

  In the next second, he took a step towards the King of Scarecrows.

  The King of Scarecrows looked at Elon with contempt.

  It would like to see how a mere mortal could deal with itself.

  "Humans, you're funny."

  The King of Scarecrows flirted.

  As Elon raised his hand and slapped it down, a scarecrow suddenly lunged from the side, just in time to block the slap for the King of Scarecrows.

  The result is ...

  Bang!

  This scarecrow was like a cannonball, and was directly knocked out.

  Whistling, it swept past the King of Scarecrows, kicking up a violent gust of wind.

  The straw on the King of Scarecrows was blowing and hunting.

  The King of Scarecrows was outright confused.

  The scarecrow had just flown so fast that it hadn't even seen what had happened.

  It all happened in a flash.

  It turned slowly, its neck like a rusty, hard-to-turn cog.

  Turning around, the scarecrow that had just flown out, was gone.

  It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

  However, there was a scattering of straw on the ground.

  This scattering of straw proved that what had just happened wasn't an illusion, but was real - one scarecrow had been slapped by Elon, its body exploding straight into the air.

  What kind of power does it take to do that?

  The King of Scarecrows looked dumbfounded.

  The villagers looked dumbfounded.

  The audience in the live room, too, looked dumbfounded.

  "I'm super, love comes so fast it's like a tornado?"

  "He smacked the scarecrow and blew it up?"

  "Against all odds!"

  It's a good thing the King of Scarecrows isn't a real person.

  Otherwise, right now, it must be sweating non-stop on its face.

  It had just actually wanted to see what tricks this man, could pull off.

  The slap would have been on its body.

  It's probably miserable without dying.

  Elon said slowly, "How their ancestors sealed you I don't know, but I know how I will beat you to death."