Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

The sharp hook claws quickly slashed over the heads of Robb and the others like poisonous snakes.

If it weren't for Robb's responsive holding Zoe and Madison and rolling on the spot, the skulls of himself and the others would have just been blown off.

When the three of them got up again, a huge black shadow stopped in front of them.

Robb looked at it with a frown.

Under the moonlight, a humanoid crocodile with a huge crocodile head, covered in scale armor, and dragging a thick and long tail was fiercely opening a bloody mouth full of fangs to them.

"It turns out that there are really crocodile people." Looking at this scene, Zoe was stunned.

"Where are its Fake organs?" Madison's first concern was this.

Noticing that the book of containment in his mind was emitting a scarlet light, Robb, who knew that the new goods had arrived, did not have joy on his face.

There are dozens of guns in the back.

He quickly said, "Madison, mind manipulation!" "

Know!"

Madison immediately looked at the crocodile.

In an instant, the crocodile who was briefly tampered with cognition and just wanted to stand in place froze was stunned.

Taking advantage of this time, Robb pulled out Glock and aimed a shot at the crocodile man's head.

Bang!

The scales are broken and dark green blood flows out.

Good news, bad news.

The good news is that looking at the crocodile man's performance, bullets are a threat to him, unlike the evil spirits and minotaurs who completely ignored thermal weapons like the previous evil spirits and minotaurs.

The bad news is that the crocodile man broke free from the mind control in advance, raised his arm in time, and took the shot instead of his head.

"Its psychic resistance is much stronger than that of normal people." Madison frowned and quickly explained.

"Come again!"

If you can control one second, you can control one second.

Robb will continue to join forces with Madison.

The crocodile man glanced at them with trepidation, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the darkness first.

The confrontation just now startled it.

But it didn't go far.

Realizing that this sacrifice was unusual, and facing great danger alone, it spent the next time wandering around Robb and the others, constantly harassing so that the believers behind could catch up and take it down together.

"Cunning beast!"

Although he knew what the crocodile man thought, in the opponent's home field, the visibility was low, and Robb couldn't take it for a while.

Fortunately, after running for such a long distance, although the cultists behind have been chasing, they have been scattered a lot due to physical strength, dragging into a long queue.

Now it will no longer be faced with dozens of guns at once.

"It's time to kill them!"

Robb, who knew that there was no good end in continuing to flee in this wilderness without any supplies, stopped and prepared to break each while the cultists became scattered.

"It's long overdue!"

Madison smiled grimly, turned around, and pointed his finger at the nearest cultist who was shouting excitedly.

Moment!

In the confusion and horror of the cultist, his whole person flew towards her uncontrollably.

"Demon.... Devil! Looking

at the beautiful Madison in front of him, the previously fanatical cultist trembled with a pale face.

"It's funny that cultists accuse others of being the devil."

Madison waved his palm.

Click!

The neck of the man in front of him turned 360 degrees, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Can you use a gun?"

Without changing his face, Madison took out the shotgun from the corpse's hand and handed it to Zoe.

"Of course."

Zoe glanced at the man who was in a terrible state of death, and then skillfully fiddled with the shotgun.

Don't look at her on the surface, she looks soft and weak, but she is also the master who can play human puzzles in the morgue.

To kill or to be killed, this is simply a matter of no hesitation.

Robb and the young witches began to fight back.

In the face of bullets, mental power, flames, and the harassment of mind manipulation, the fastest cultists were easily killed without even saying a word.

Without waiting for the people behind to react, the three Robb had already rushed over first, and quickly drowned it in the former's ignorant expression that the fish actually took the initiative to take the bait.

It wasn't long before a fish that had slipped through the net shouted in horror: "Witch! They are witches with the power of the devil!

"That's right."

Madison looked at the man who spoke.

The latter's face changed, and he hurriedly threw down the shotgun, holding his neck that suddenly moved by himself with both hands, preventing it from twisting back.

But it didn't work.

Click.

After a breath, his neck bone was broken and he died no more.

"But one thing is wrong. A witch is a witch, but there is no element of the devil.

"Now, let you feel the wrath of the witches, trash!"

The constant killing made Madison's heart, which was originally suppressed by social rules, become raging and insolent.

I saw her eyes sweeping in front of her.

Moment!

The roaring flames turned into a long fire dragon that surged ahead and spread rapidly.

And that's not all.

Zoe on the side seemed to be stimulated and inspired by Madison.

Her gaze moved, and the same flames were summoned by her.

Under the joint casting of the two witches, a scream came from the mouth of the cultist who could not dodge.

"Ah~ah~ah~"

The whole body was ignited, turning into a torch, and they struggled madly, but in vain, and finally turned into a ball of coke and fell to the ground.

Far away, the other cultists who had escaped this disaster looked at the sea of fire in front of them with great trepidation, and their companions who were wailing in pain in the sea of fire.

Old John, who once explained the legend of the crocodile man to Zoe at the gas station, looked at the fire that rushed into the sky, and said: "God! What kind of enemies do we provoke? "

It's like a bucket of cold water poured down.

No one expected that this time they would meet the legendary witch.

And it's so strong!

Although there are still many people, they are already terrified, and they no longer live up to their previous passion, and they already have the idea of escaping.

Roar!!!

Suddenly, a deafening roar sounded.

The faces of the cultists changed suddenly, and the bodies that originally wanted to retreat suddenly stopped.

"God is angry! God is rebuking us for cowardice!

Jonah, the owner of the gas station and the leader of this cult, quickly scolded,

"Where is your faithfulness to God!" Do you want to disobey God's will?

Everyone hurriedly shook their heads.

Jonah shouted, "Don't go back! Raise your guns. For God! For our bright future! Take down the witches, and they will be the best sacrifice.

"Blood is blood!"

"Blood is blood!!"

Years of faith eventually overwhelmed fear.

In the midst of loud prayers, the remaining cultists with determined faces attacked again under the leadership of Jonah.

At the same time, the crocodile man who gave orders to the believers also moved at this time.