Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

"It's late."

Chantal stops Fiona.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Robb couldn't care about anything else, raised the AR15, and shot at Mary in a burst.

A thick cracked stone slab rose from the rubble, blocking all the bullets.

After doing all this, Mary glanced coldly at Robb, who put the cold gun away, no longer delayed, and drank the black and red blood in one gulp.

In an instant, Mary's belly bulged like an October pregnancy.

The blood vessels in her body squirmed like a snake, her eyes were already pitch black, and she opened her mouth wide.

Woo~~~

With the howling wind of the fierce ghost, a large amount of black and red mist rushed out from Mary's mouth like a bottomless pit.

Before Robb and the others could react, the strange fog that covered the sky was like a terrifying wave, and they were all submerged in an instant.

"Now, the identity of the hunter and the prey have been reversed." Mary announced with a sneer.

"Go! Kill them! "

Yes!"

The living voodoo walked murderously into the thick fog.

......

Everything happened too fast.

When the black and red mist swept in, Robb, who had no time to converge with the others, subconsciously held his breath, for fear that these gases were poisonous.

It didn't take long for his face to be stunned.

Just because of the blink of an eye, the black and red fog around disappeared.

Instead, there is a labyrinthine of flesh and blood as building materials, and countless towering walls.

"What the hell is this?"

Robb thought that he was hallucinating, and subconsciously pinched himself fiercely.

It hurts.

It's not like an illusion and no dreaming.

He reached out and touched the flesh and blood wall again.

Very real, very disgusting.

Robb withdrew his palm and was about to probe the way ahead.

The incomparably silent wall of flesh and blood on the side suddenly cracked dozens of openings, and dozens of black arms quickly stretched out from within, grabbed him and dragged him into the wall.

"Shett!"

Robb was caught off guard, and the whole person fell towards the wall of flesh and blood.

Seeing the walls of flesh and blood rolling in huge waves, a huge crack was torn open from top to bottom, just waiting to eat themselves.

At the moment of the attack, he quickly drew his short knife and swept it with all his strength, cutting off more than a dozen black arms.

The pulling force weakened, and Rob, who regained his feet, did not dare to be careless, and the blade kept flashing, and finally cut off all his arms.

But this is just the beginning.

After the severed arm cowered and retreated into the gap, in the continuous squirming of the wall of flesh and blood, a new black arm with disgusting mucus and flesh and blood residue poked out, ready to make Robb, a living person, merge with himself.

Click!

Without noticing for a while, the AR15 that he had just bought on his chest was directly pulled apart.

Robb didn't have time to feel distressed.

Seeing that the black arm was endless, he did not dare to linger any longer, took a big step back, and ran in the other direction while moving away from the wall of flesh and blood.

Only at this moment, the palace of flesh and blood, composed of countless walls, seemed to wake up.

No matter where Robb ran, the ever-squirming walls of flesh and blood around him would stretch out arms and grab him continuously.

Robb could only use a pistol and a short knife to open the way, and ran non-stop.

"What the hell is this TM? Labyrinth? The

pistol bullets quickly ran out, and Robb, who could only wield a short knife, frowned tightly.

He didn't know how Mary did all this.

Based on the distance he had just run, no matter how much he detoured, he should have run out of the area where Mary's hair salon was located in reality.

But the reality is that there are still flesh and blood in front of you, as if there are endless Yong Dao.

What worries him even more is that over time, the walls on both sides are moving closer to the center at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This means that if you don't want to turn into a sandwich biscuit, you have to find an exit as soon as possible.

Robb sped up.

Just as he turned a corner, cut off the arm in front of him with a knife, and dodged another dodge, dodging the arm that attacked from the side, an obscure voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

In an instant, Robb only felt like he had fallen into the water, and every step was extremely difficult.

His speed couldn't help but slow down.

Seeing this, the arms on the surrounding walls quickly reached out with excitement and easily grabbed him.

After just a few breaths, countless pairs of black palms almost covered his entire body.

Seeing how Ren struggled and was powerless, Robb was about to be dragged into the wall of flesh and blood.

A black man wearing bird feathers on his head and a face covered in red tattoos walked out.

The sudden drop in Robb's speed just now was the credit for his sluggish curse.

Looking at the desperate prey at the moment, he compared a throat cut salute, and was in a good mood to speak a lot of slang that outsiders could not understand.

Voodoo and the Salem witch already have a blood feud.

Being able to kill one himself is definitely a happy thing for him.

Boom~~

Accidents happen.

A crimson flame suddenly rose from Robb's right arm.

Compared to bullets and blades, the flames are obviously more fearful of the black arm.

After part of his arm was burned even more black by the flames, and when he collapsed when he touched it, and when the remaining arm retracted in fear, Robb's right hand holding the short knife was released.

No nonsense.

The silver light flashed rapidly.

Under Robb's all-out throw, accompanied by a sharp air friction sound, the short knife flew towards the black man at an extremely fast speed.

The face of the black man who was still excited just now changed greatly in an instant.

He tried to dodge, but the short knife came too quickly.

He could only watch as it pierced deep into his chest.

Blood is flying.

The black man watched all this stunned, reaching out to grab the short knife on his body, but halfway up, his arm collapsed weakly.

Thump.

The lifeless black man fell down.

Robb, who had cleaned his arms, walked over, retrieved the short knife, looked at the black man's corpse, and said, "Idiot, don't you know that villains die of nonsense at the last moment?" From

the moment he felt his speed involuntarily drop, Robb knew that he had encountered a new enemy.

It's just that he didn't find the other party's whereabouts at that time, coupled with the threat of the surrounding flesh and blood walls, he deliberately let the black arm grab it.

If the other party never appears, then he will become a burning man and break free.

If the other party appears, just like just now, under his smugness, he will be killed with one blow.

Now it seems that this guy is quite easy to deceive.

Noticing the addition of a new page to the Book of Containment, Robb, who was still in a very urgent situation, did not take a closer look, and after glancing at the fact that black abilities did not play any major role at the moment, he did not hesitate to directly devote the 60 containment points that had just been harvested into [spirituality].

The previous continuous consumption made his already small spirituality almost bottomed out.

Knowing that the black arm and even the flesh and blood wall have a certain fear of flames, he naturally knows what to choose.

[Spirituality: 1.0] → [Spirituality: 1.6]

Feeling that the spirituality in the body was filled up a lot, Robb exhaled slightly.