Chapter 38: Act Four of Macbeth, the Best Work of Art

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Garros leaned on his cane and walked down the stairs from the rooftop step by step.

As soon as he went down one floor, he saw Teach, who was lying limply in the corner, shivering.

Looking at Teach’s pale face, Garros did not show any emotion on his face.

He only asked in a deep voice, “Just now, what happened?

“Speak.”

Although Garros’s voice was not loud, Teach could definitely hear him clearly.

However, Teach could only continue trembling uncontrollably in the corner.

Seeing this, Garros frowned slightly.

Meanwhile, the masked woman behind him, Zero, understood and walked forward.

Smack!

An extremely loud slap was given. Only then, did Teach come back to her senses.

Looking at Teach, who was covering her face, Zero asked coldly, “Sir Garros is asking you a question.

“What happened on the rooftop just now?”

This time, Teach hurriedly answered him. As for the slap, she did not dare to have any objections.

After all, the other party was one of Garros’s members. She was not an existence that she could provoke.

“I came to Tensley University today to carry out a mission, and then I found…”

“Get to the point.” Garros frowned again as if he was dissatisfied with her slow answer.

Teach was stunned when she heard this, and she hurriedly reorganized her words.

“The scarecrow was surrounded and attacked by all the members of the Sarkos branch.

“It seems like they’re all dead…”

At this moment, Garros’s expression changed again.

However, this time, it was not displeasure but a slight surprise.

If Garros’s team was allowed to fight against all the members of the Sarkos branch, he was confident that he would be able to wipe them out.

However, this was not the same concept.

First of all, Garros’s team was a B-class team, and the highest level member in the Sarkos branch was only a C-class Sword King. The difference in strengths was like heaven and earth.

Moreover, Garros’s team had 11 people, while the scarecrow was alone.

Finally, it was time.

Garros took out the pocket watch in his coat pocket and glanced at it.

23 minutes.

Only 23 minutes had passed since Teach contacted him.

In just 23 minutes, the scarecrow had wiped out everyone in the Sarkos branch?

No, that was not right.

The actual time spent was probably even shorter than 23 minutes!

At the thought of this, a hint of fear appeared on Garros’s face.

“You, get someone to deal with it.”

After saying that, Garros once again supported himself with his walking stick and left the place.

Zero followed behind him, not even looking at Teach.

Teach was left alone, still sitting on the ground and holding her face in a daze.

After a moment, she came back to her senses and walked up the stairs, step by step.

After just three steps, an overpowering scent of blood drifted over from the rooftop.

When asked about the smell of blood, Teach’s face turned even paler.

She did not dare to imagine what it was like on the rooftop, but her feet could not help but move upward.

There were ten more steps.

There were five more steps.

There was one more step.

Teach stepped onto the last step and slowly opened the door to the rooftop.

After seeing the scene on the rooftop, Teach could not stand still for a moment and almost fell down the stairs.

Fortunately, she managed to hold on to the handrail of the stairs to stabilize herself.

However, the scene on the rooftop still gave her a deep shock. She even felt her legs go a little weak.

She saw that there were broken limbs everywhere on the rooftop.

She saw many of the tattoos on the limbs.

She could even name some of the owners of the broken limbs.

However, these people that she was familiar with had turned into pieces of flesh, remaining that way forever.

This hell-like scene was only the tip of the iceberg.

Teach endured the discomfort and slowly walked across the rooftop.

After gaining a clearer vision, Teach took in the entire scene on the rooftop.

Red Blood.

White brain matter.

Broken limbs.

White bones.

Severed arms that were still holding their weapons tightly.

However, their bodies were nowhere to be seen.

Teach slowly looked around, her face getting paler.

Although the temperature tonight was a little bit higher, bean-sized beads of sweat were still oozing from Teach’s forehead.

Subconsciously, Teach gulped.

If it was not for her dissatisfaction with the Sword King’s behavior, she would not have secretly left to inform Garros.

Perhaps she would have become a part of them by now.

She would have become a member of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

Caw! Caw!

A black crow flapped its wings and descended from the sky. It stood on a piece of minced meat and pecked at it carefully.

Seeing this, Teach could not help but vomit.

She had been a member of the Mage Association for many years.

Teach had seen many bloody scenes.

However, most of the bodies she saw were ordinary humans.

Maybe even Teach herself had not noticed it, but she had subconsciously classified herself and ordinary humans as two different species.

No matter how many pigs and dogs died, how much emotion would humans have?

Therefore, when Flanders massacred the village, Teach did not feel too uncomfortable when she looked at the corpses lying on the ground.

This time, however, Teach vomited on the spot.

Because these people who died were all members of the Mage Association.

In other words, they were the same as her!

This scene deeply affected Teach.

For the first time, she felt an intense fear of death.

The crow was still pecking at the minced meat, but Teach could no longer watch.

She slowly retreated from the rooftop and closed the door tightly.

After closing the door, Teach leaned heavily against the door. She took out a cigarette and lit it, trying to calm herself down.

A moment later, she seemed to have made a decision and sent a message to Rei.

[Rei, I want to quit the Mage Association.]

After sending the text message, Teach put down her hand weakly and took a puff of her cigarette.

At this moment, she finally relaxed.

With the appearance of such a powerful scarecrow, she no longer dared to fight with strange creatures.

Perhaps, she would hide her strength for the rest of her life and become an ordinary person.

…

At this moment, the city of Sarkos had already become a city of chaos.

The huge white light that had just descended from the sky had clearly been seen by the entire city.

Not only that, a video of that had already been spread all over the internet.

The title of the video was even more ridiculous.

[The huge white light descended from the sky. Is this God’s punishment?]

[The strange phenomenon at Tensley University. Is it related to the three murder cases at the university?]

[The distortion of humanity or the loss of morality, the secret of the University of Tensley!]

…

Similar articles kept appearing on the internet, making it difficult for the government to control them even if they wanted to.

At the same time, the telephone numbers of Durham’s Casey and the office of the Sarkos branch had been ringing non-stop.

The higher-ups kept asking what exactly was going on, and at the same time, they were asking both sides for a solution.

The only difference was that Casey’s headquarters in Durham kept getting scolded.

The number of the Sarkos branch could never be reached.

This time, it could be said that the scarecrow had really caused a huge mess.

The whole world was shocked.

And the main character of this matter, Flanders, had appeared in a forest outside the city.

His Guardian Scarecrow was incredibly useful.

The moment Flanders jumped off the rooftop, he activated this skill and switched places with the scarecrow he had placed outside the city.

Apart from enabling him to leave Sarkos quickly, he had also wanted to place the Guardian Scarecrow somewhere in Sarkos City.

This way, he would be able to obtain information about Sarkos as soon as he could.

Flanders had three perspectives in his mind.

One was the image that Flanders had seen.

One was the image that the Guardian Scarecrow he placed below Tensley University had seen.

The other was the image that the crows on the rooftop had seen.

Indeed. The crows that were eating the minced meat were from the Crow Storm Flanders had used.

Feeling the chaos in the city, Flanders narrowed his eyes and revealed an intoxicated expression.

At this moment, Tensley University represented the dilapidated ruins.

The Sword King who had everything taken away from him was the Mad King.

And the citizens of Sarkos represented the crying people.

All of this was exactly the same as the fourth act of his favorite Macbeth.

Flanders’s body trembled slightly, and he could not help but say as he crossed his arms over his shoulders, “This is truly the best work of art in the world.”

At this moment, a green light was flashing in Apophis’s eyes as he floated behind Flanders. It was as if he was echoing Flanders’s words.

Obviously, compared to that useless Sword King, Apophis was more willing to submit to this madman in front of him.

As if he felt Apophis’s response, Flanders turned around gently and gripped the hilt of his sword.

“Come on, new friends. Let’s go have some fun.”