Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Along the way, Robb took out quite a few opponents.

There are people among them, there are supernaturals.

Most of them are already dead to death, and even their souls are collected for themselves.

It is really said that the enemy or force that is still alive.

The witch hunter is one.

Voodoo is two.

Plus the recent Paradise Organization.

The means of summoning such terrifying existences as female evil spirits, scarecrows, pig-headed butchers, and werewolves are obviously not in line with the style of witch hunters.

It's not the same way as Voodoo.

In addition, the enemies of these two are mainly Salem witches, and if you really want to stir up the crowd, the first target is probably not yourself, a marginal person.

Therefore, Robb's suspicion was set on the Heavenly Organization.

It just so happened that I was worried about how to find them.

"Cordelia, can you divinate the information of the people behind the scenes?" Robb asked expectantly.

"I'll try." Cordelia nodded.

She came to the werewolf and sighed: "The news of the werewolf has not been seen for a long time. I still know the authenticity of the existence of this special creature in the materials of the witch ancestors.

Robb followed: "Are werewolves extinct?"

"It can last for thousands of years, but you can't underestimate the viability of this species." Perhaps, they are just lurking in remote areas. Cordelia shook her head, "Now is the age of mankind after all. Even demons cannot change this fact.

Robb smiled and said, "We are also human beings, human beings with special talents.

Hearing Robb say this, Cordelia followed with a smile: "Indeed.

She looked at the weak werewolf, if she didn't know that the other party was not real, with her exquisite personality, she would definitely draw the blood and marrow of the werewolf.

You must know that the formula of the werewolf potion left by the witch ancestors is very good.

"Although it is not true, there must be a connection between existence. Even the smallest connection, as long as it is there, can be traced back to the source. Stopping

thinking, Cordelia stretched out her palm and pressed it on the werewolf's head.

Moment!

A series of mysterious symbols flashed from Cordelia's eyes.

She saw the line.

Her gaze spanned thousands of miles, following the line.

I don't know how long it took.

Cordelia from God's perspective sees a small town with a sign that says Okramahho, the town of Hieden.

No, not here yet.

Cordelia continued her search along the illusory line.

Finally, in a small town 30 miles from the town of Hillensee, she saw the source of the line.

Dark rooms, orange lights, ancient books made up of blood-colored text, and...

Man sitting on the side, wearing sunglasses.

"Huh?"

Looking at the horror story book, Jim, who was overjoyed, suddenly frowned, subconsciously raised his head, and looked around.

Just now, he seemed to detect some kind of prying gaze.

"Illusion?"

Jim, who had searched several times but could not find it, shook his head and returned his attention to the horror story book on the table.

The killer app, which he had high hopes for, seems to have gone wrong.

Just as he was wondering whether to stop for the time being and explain the current situation to the buyers.

Suddenly, the horror storybook seemed to wake up, and it began to write hard.

The blood-colored text on the page began to move again.

"In that case, let's take another look."

Jim pushed down the fledgling thought and continued reading.

......

"A farm thirty miles east of the town of Hiedon Lake, Oklamaho."

On the other side, in Robb's expectant gaze, Cordelia, who ended the prophecy divination, said the answer as reliably, and told all the relevant information she saw in her divination.

"Sure enough, it's them!"

Hearing Cordelia tell about a man wearing sunglasses, Robb slapped his palm to confirm it.

It was really a thousand degrees for everyone to look for him, and when he looked back, the man jumped out by himself with a look of dismay.

"Cordelia, I have to go and fix them now."

Whether it is to solve the current trouble, or to contain the evil spirits of their own Tianke, so as to obtain a huge income.

If something unexpected happens, Robb needs to go to their lair as fast as possible and catch it all.

And all this without Cordelia's help.

Robb trays out information about the Heavenly Organization made up of evil spirits.

When Cordelia heard this, she frowned slightly: "The evil spirit itself is evil and powerful. What's more, in my divination, there is a person in this organization who is very strong. Robb, are you alone sure? Or I'll go with you.

"Don't worry! I have fought the evil spirits several times and know very well that I am their absolute nemesis. By no means stubborn, I am enough alone. Robb assured with a pat on his chest.

"Also, I'd like to ask Cordelia for other favors."

Robb pointed at the werewolf.

He couldn't have taken a werewolf across thousands of miles to pursue the enemy.

I can only hope that Cordelia will help suppress the other party.

Seeing Robb's resolute attitude, Cordelia nodded reassuringly and said, "Just leave it to me here." In addition, if it is not to disturb the enemy, the werewolf will kill it. Let me handle the rest for you. Through

divination prophecy, Cordelia has roughly understood how the forces that attack Robb work.

She walked up to Robb, held his head with both hands, and with a burst of incantations, the cause and effect carrying the horror storybook were temporarily transferred to her.

Then, Cordelia leaned over and kissed Robb with red lips.

"May the secret protect you."

The blessing of the Supreme Witch fell on Robb.

Next, all of Robb's information will be hidden.

This means that the spirits who are very sensitive to the soul can no longer detect Robb's direction for a while, even if the other party lurks on their doorstep.

"Cordelia, thank you!" Robb, who knew how much Cordelia had helped him, thanked him.

There were no further delays.

After waving goodbye, he strode out in a rage, threatening to wipe the cult of Heaven from America.

For justice!

For freedom!

For the people....

Wait a minute!

In less than a minute, Robb returned with a slightly embarrassed face.

"Cordelia, do me a favor and arrange a private jet for me."

Soldiers are fast.

The distance between provinces is much faster than that of a four-wheeled car, especially a private jet.

What's more, the tires of his car burst, and he couldn't drive them if he wanted to.

So, it's better to plane.

Cordelia glanced at Robb funny, but without saying anything, picked up the phone and quickly got it done.

Now that she is a supreme witch, she can mobilize the resources of the witchcraft troupe for hundreds of years, and this little thing can naturally be easily done.

Soon, Robb set off again in high spirits.

Cordelia, who remained in the farmhouse, glanced at the werewolf, and with a casual wave, the werewolf's head fell off with a click.

A few minutes later.

Trample! Trample! Trample!

With the smell of smoke and scorching, a man who was burned and had many sparks shimmering inside suddenly appeared, walking slowly towards Corderia.

Detective Robb, who had just finished solving the werewolf, had not yet taken a few breaths, suddenly noticed thick smoke coming in. See! That's the scorching people coming..."

(Florida News: A hurricane in the state that is powerful enough to take down all the houses.) However, the hurricane did not expect that some organizers did not flinch, but called thousands of fierce men, each with a gun at the hurricane. Organizers say that as long as the firepower is strong enough, the hurricane can also be shot down.)