Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

It was clear that there were only two people in the transparent light mask, and for a moment the gunfire burst out, and the dense bullets shot towards Robb.

"Is that all?"

Since optical camouflage has appeared, it is also common sense for individual soldiers to appear optical camouflage uniforms.

Robb, who was not surprised by this, stretched out his hand, and the power of his mind rushed out, wanting to fix all the bullets in the air as before.

It just surprised him.

Although all the incoming bullets were slower, they were still pointed directly at themselves with a clear purpose.

"Witch Hunt Silver Bullet?"

Robb looked closely, and the bullets fired were all silver bullets, and they were all engraved with mysterious symbols, which were very similar to the silver bullets in the hands of the witch hunters.

"It's quite well prepared."

Robb snorted coldly.

Once Fiona did not dare to hard catch the witch hunting silver bullet, he had no interest in taking this risk.

Phantom Shift!

Sou!

Robb flashed to the other side, opened his spiritual vision for the first time, and the appearance of the shooter, invisible to the naked eye, quickly came into view.

Although the spiritual perspective is a little strange, you can vaguely see that a group of people wearing silver shining combat uniforms with heads covered by holographic helmet-like things are training to quickly aim their muzzles at themselves.

Robb no longer delayed, and his eyes flashed.

Mind manipulation!

Moment!

At least half of the people were sluggish.

It's just that the order to point the muzzle at the others did not do it.

Robb was surprised again.

But Rupert, who did not know that he saw this scene, was even more surprised.

"The anti-spirit helmet failed to completely block the enemy's psychic attack?"

Rupert knew the effect of the previous anti-spirit helmet against the supernatural.

I didn't expect it....

Rupert subconsciously glanced at Robb.

In such a short period of time, he had already paid enough attention to transferring a B-level Spiritual Rapid Processing Team to crush the formation.

Now it seems that he is going to reassess Robb's strength.

Robb didn't know what Rupert was thinking.

After discovering that his mind control was not as effective as before, he did not hesitate to have rich combat experience, and a flash appeared in the battle crowd.

After just a few breaths of fighting, he found that the people in this team were far superior to the witch hunters he had seen before, in terms of marksmanship, experience, and reflexes.

Coupled with the equipment that seems to have some restraint on supernatural powers, it is not a wonderful thing to continue flying kites.

In that case, join them.

As his spirituality grew, Robb was accustomed to stretching out his hand and forcibly wielding the ashes for a long time.

But it doesn't mean that he has forgotten the old craftsmanship when he first came here.

Robb's five-fingered claw, which suddenly appeared in the crowd, quickly pulled out in the sharp air explosion, and the person in front of him did not have time to react, clicked, and his shoulder blade was broken.

In the other party's muffled snort, Robb easily took down the rifle that had never been seen in the other party's hand and looked quite high-end and expensive, and was about to come to the center to blossom and sweep all the surrounding people.

Click! Click!

The rifle did not respond.

"Fingerprint lock?"

Robb glanced down and quickly understood.

Never mind.

He threw the rifle in his hand and smashed the other person with a "bang".

Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out again.

The others who reacted quickly turned their muzzles, and one by one, the witch hunting silver bullets were pointed at Luo Bo's eyebrows, heart, lungs, lower body and other key points.

Even the man with the broken shoulder blade at this time used his body to hold Robb down without regard for his own safety, not giving him a chance to escape.

Robb glanced at the man with a slight appreciation.

Courage is commendable.

Merely.

He underestimated his power.

Although the physique of 5.2 is not as dazzling as the spirituality of 15 points, it is crushing for the vast majority of people.

After easily throwing off the person next to him, who was considered a strong man among normal people, in the face of the incoming silver bullet, Robb set up a shield of thoughts.

When the slowing silver bullet arrived, I saw a flash of silver light.

Robb drew the dagger he was carrying with him, and at an incredible speed he picked up the incoming bullets one by one.

"The warm-up is over, the second round begins."

Looking at the people close at hand, the corners of Robb's mouth hooked.

The moment the words fell, the whole person pulled out a series of afterimages. It raged through the crowd like a ghost.

Gunshots, gas booms, muffled snorts resounded.

After just a few breaths, there was a piece lying on the ground.

Just as Robb was ready to clean up the remnants.

A sharp roar suddenly sounded from behind him.

Robb turned his head to look.

Three covered with black carapaces, slender bodies, sharp four claws, and long tail whips, as if alien being-like monsters struck like lightning.

Along with it, under optical camouflage, like giants, wearing heavy exoskeleton armor, full of a sense of strength, but nimble five combatants quietly and quickly followed.

"Here it is." Rupert smiled lightly.

There are always some supernatural beings that can escape the long-range killing of ordinary soldiers.

At this point, it was the turn of the Quick Processing Squad.

Gong ~ Gong ~ Gong ~

A combat knife was unsheathed, and it was clear that Robb could see that the members of their rapid processing team were no longer hiding, and simply pulled out the silver shining slender combat knife, and the power on the exoskeleton armor pushed sharply, with the three hunting dogs, quite methodically killed Robb.

Robb looked in his eyes, ignoring the group of people who were getting closer and closer, but looked at Rupert, who was leisurely watching the play not far away.

"Let you pretend!"

In a flash, Robb who came to him grabbed his five fingers, and with a "boom", Rupert's whole person exploded.

The imaginary flesh and blood did not appear.

Like a flower screen, Rupert's figure dissipated at once.

The other party is not the ontology, but a holographic projection.

Robb's face was calm.

The chances of a high-ranking figure like this being in danger in person are slim.

He turned his gaze back to the approaching fast processing squad.

A flash of fire.

The boiling flame continued to burn on the visitors like a ceremonial flower.

It's just like the previous mind manipulation, the effect is average.

Whether it is the exoskeleton armor on the squad members or the carapace on the surface of the alien beast, it seems to be very heat-resistant.

"Sure enough, these people know wizards very well, and even made various protective measures in advance." Robb pondered.

Other than that.

Optical camouflage, holographic projection, exoskeleton armor, elite warriors, paranormal creature weapons...

In a short period of time, the new opponents encountered today have shown so many elements.

In his heart, Robb raised the strength of the so-called Salvation Society by many levels.

"Then let's play with you again."

With curiosity, Robb flicked the blood beads on the dagger and said lightly.

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