Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Justifa was silent.

If he handed over the soul changing technique, he would no longer have bargaining chips.

It was about his own and Sesir's safety, even if the Supreme Witch personally pressured, he would never say it.

"These two people's mouths are very hard, and normal methods do not work." Robb, who was watching this scene, spoke.

"Then use abnormal methods." Cordelia said without caring as she took out a potion she had made herself from her pocket.

"What is it?" Robb asked curiously.

"It's like a spit potion."

Robb said on the phone before, knowing that torture would inevitably be followed, Cordelia quickly concocted such a potion and brought it over.

Cordelia opened the mouth of the potion bottle and handed it to Justifah's mouth.

Justifa, who has not been deaf in ears, naturally closed his mouth and resisted desperately.

However, all this resistance came to naught in the random movement of Cordelia's fingers.

Pulled by the invisible force, Justifa's mouth opened uncontrollably little by little.

Cordelia easily poured the potion into Justifa's mouth without a drop.

Soon, Justifa, who was suddenly trembling, rolled her eyes.

For a minute, his whole body froze with his eyes.

Cordelia looked at Justifa, under the dual influence of mind manipulation and earth true potion, and faced with her questions, Justifa answered them one by one without any struggle.

Afterwards, Cordelia, who did not wake up and continued to act as her puppet, turned around and clapped her palms towards Robb, Catlin, and the real Matthew who was in a wheelchair and announced:

"Now, it's time to change your soul."

......

"Lime, sulfur, blood, hair."

In the living room on the first floor, many debris has been removed to leave a large open space.

A large number of candles are lit and surrounded in it.

Blinded by Cordelia, Matthew, who was completely "autonomous" at the moment, said to himself while using lime to draw on the floor according to the so-called "guardian" charm that Catherine found in the attic magic book, which was actually a ritual pattern of the sacrificial charm.

First two circles.

Then the four eyes of the north and south.

After that, the surrounding area was sprinkled with sulfur, cut hair and its own blood.

When all this was done, the sacrificial song was played on the record player.

"O God! The time has come! "

From the dry dust... From the chained ... From the devil's dwelling..."

"O God! It's time! "

Lead me... From dry dust ... Break the chains that bind me... Take me out of the devil's dwelling place... Take me out of the darkness..." "

Let me out of the blind days... Remove my sorrow... Deliver me from my sins..."

"God! Please..." Flickering

candles, ancient prayers, eerie rituals.

In the reluctance and despair of Sessle, who was shaking his body vigorously, but could not do anything; In Catlin's amazed gaze, her eyes widened and she didn't miss any detail in front of her; Even more in the strange smile of Justifa who stood up and mouthed "I believe it all".

As Cordelia's incantation was chanted, Robb pushed the real Matthew in a wheelchair and carried him behind a mirror next to the sacrificial ceremony.

Justifa looked into the mirror.

Moment!

In the mirror, Ben appeared.

Immediately afterwards, after a blur of the mirror, Matthew's appearance changed.

Bang! Bang!

As if it had been hit by an earthquake, the huge house suddenly swayed wildly.

In the violent shaking, the mirror that always maintained the appearance of Matthew on the mirror seemed to be pushed by an invisible force at this moment, and it crashed towards Justifa at an extremely fast speed.

Justifa didn't dodge.

With a weird smile on his face, he welcomed the mirror with open arms.

Boom~~

With the fall of Justifa and the sound of the mirror shattering, it was all over.

The house no longer vibrates, and the large number of lit candles is instantly extinguished.

Justifa, who was the party, fell into a coma at the same time as the real Matthew who was originally behind the mirror.

A minute later.

"Matthew" in the sacrificial spell ceremony was the first to awaken.

He first looked at his hands, then quickly touched his face, and then touched all over his body.

Until it was confirmed, his eyes were full of tears, and he shouted in ecstasy: "I... I... I recovered!! "

Congratulations."

Robb took the mirror and looked at Matthew, and there was no change in the mirror, confirming that it was him.

"Remember to meet your girlfriend Susan and ask her to give me five-star praise."

Robb patted Matthew's shoulder, and then came to Justifah, who was weak and speechless.

After confirming that the other party was correct, and ignoring the person who had woken up but could not do anything, Robb came to Cordelia and praised:

"Perfect ending." Worthy of being the Supreme Witch.

"The main thing is that you have already subdued them, and I just came to finish up." Cordelia didn't boast.

Robb shrugged: "These two guys are quite easy to solve, and they don't feel very good with fame." Cordelia

: "The price of eternal life." Even the Voodoo Queen's mana is decreasing year by year, not to mention Justifa and Cesil. After changing souls many times, their strength is not much stronger than a gun.

Robb was clear.

Cordelia looked at the time at this time and said goodbye: "Since everything here has been settled, then I will go back first." Don't spend all day and have fun outside, come back more often. "

Understood." Robb nodded, "By the way, Cordelia, do you still need Justifa and Sesle?" If not, I'll take care of it.

"As you please, they are worthless, it's time to atone for everything that has passed."

Cordelia waved her hand and strode out of the house.

When she came to the door, she suddenly paused in her steps, turned and glanced at the eye-opening Catlin and the joyful and crying Matthew, and looked at Robb and said,

"Do you need me to erase their relevant memories?"

Robb thought for a moment and shook his head, "Don't bother. No one will believe what they say, more will treat them as mental illness.

"Okay."

The existence of witches is no secret in the eyes of those who care.

After all, you can't expect the witch hunter gang to keep their mouths shut.

Cordelia doesn't care about one more person and one less person knowing.

Finally, she waved goodbye to Robb and drove away in her car.

"Robb, do you say I can be a witch?" Catlin, who didn't know that she was almost erased her memory, watched Cordelia leave, full of envy and yearning.

Robb shook his head: "Witches pay attention to bloodline qualifications. Obviously, Katrin, you're not. "

Otherwise, Cordelia would have pulled Catrin into school long ago.