Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

After solving his own affairs, Robb looked at the black corpse again.

After Mary dragged herself and the others into this labyrinth of flesh and blood by strange means, these Voodoo disciples were apparently sent by her to deal with herself and the others.

As the home turf, these people definitely enjoy some kind of convenience.

Robb didn't know whether the black man found out with exact information or ran into it.

But he was sure that when the Negroes appeared here, they were not attacked by walls of flesh and blood.

Thinking of this, Robb tried to lift the black corpse and drag it to the flesh and blood wall on the side.

The latter did not react in the slightest, but rather had a soft spot for him further behind.

"Some kind of identification?"

Robb swung his knife and cut off the black claws he had crunched, and he was about to drop the black body.

Suddenly, the wall of flesh and blood in front of him shook violently.

Under Robb's surprised gaze, he saw a passage split in the middle of the flesh and blood wall in front of him.

Not the cannibal kind, but a passage that leads directly to the space behind this wall.

"What is it? Do maze admin privileges?

Robb frowned.

With a black corpse, he didn't have to run around the maze like a headless fly.

You can even go all the way to the end and leave the maze.

Forehead...... There seems to be Mary outside the maze, so it's better not to go out for the time being.

Robb looked around, and also found the space where the black corpse was, the reality that the wall of flesh and blood was no longer squeezed inward.

In this way, without previous worries, he decided to find Zoe, Madison and others first.

I don't know what happened to them.

Hope it's okay.

......

Meanwhile.

Somewhere in a maze with a dozen walls from Robb.

A raging fire burned all around.

Zoe held the shotgun and sat wearily in the center to rest.

She had not met anyone from the Voodoo Sect, but the black arms that kept stretching out at any time and anywhere consumed a lot of her strength.

Without Robb's physique, she can only temporarily stop looking for Robb and the others, and use the power of the flame to recover her strength as soon as possible.

The other side.

A fierce battle is going on in one corner of the labyrinth.

Mind, fire, mind control.

Madison unfolded one by one, and soon killed a voodoo witch who met.

"Hmph! Bite off more than one can chew!

Madison, who was experienced in combat, glanced disdainfully at the body of the witch who had fallen to the ground.

And then....

Then she held her head high, stepped over the body of her defeated subordinate without even the slightest intention of inspecting it, and continued to follow the original route.

Robb's words here will definitely be speechless.

Unlike the situation where Zoe and Madison barely got right.

Queenie, who was reluctant to kill him, had been captured by this time when he encountered a powerful witch in Voodoo.

"If it weren't for the Voodoo Queen's confession to keep you alive, I would have killed you traitor right now."

The black witch with a blood-red spell on her face spat coldly at Queenie.

Queenie pouted, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say, he could only sigh and lower his head.

Of the four young witches, Nan was the one with the weakest fighting power.

Although her ability to read minds can listen to a certain range of hearts, she can avoid the pursuit and killing of voodoo in advance.

But the problem was that from the wall of flesh and blood, from the countless pairs of arms, she also heard incomparably high screams, which constantly lingered in her mind.

Nan, who only felt that he was about to explode, ignored the rest, covered his ears with his hands, and ran in the direction of the least sound in pain.

Finally she arrived at the place, but was also swallowed by the wall of flesh and blood.

Fortunately, wrapped in flesh and blood, she finally heard much less noise.

Although the final outcome is to be digested by flesh and blood.

But this location, which she deliberately ran to, was slower to digest than other places.

Everything, it depends on the time.

......

In addition to Robb and the four witches, Fiona was wrapped in mist.

At this time, Fiona was not in the flesh and blood labyrinth, but still standing in front of the ruins that had been destroyed by herself, the thick fog before was no longer there, and Chantal, who stopped her, had fainted.

"Now it's just you and me." Fiona looked at Mary lightly.

"You don't seem worried." Mary looked Fiona up and down, and saw that the other party looked calm, puzzled, "The young bloodlines of the Salem witches were thrown into the flesh and blood space by me and are being hunted down. Seeing that this generation is about to break the line, are you not in a hurry at all? "

Oh~~~ I see."

Without waiting for Fiona to answer, Mary, who immediately thought of something, dragged down the old voice and said with a joking face: "Although I know your selfish nature, I didn't expect you to be ruthless to this extent."

"You're dying, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me to ask the reason for your immortality." Mary smiled and said, "I have dealt with many Supreme Witches, and I know what your inheritance is like.

"I want to lend my hand to help you take out those potential Supreme Witch candidates." Worthy of you, Fiona!

Fiona's eyelids sank, and she said coldly: "You think too much." If you have this time, it is better to think about how you will die.

Mary didn't pay attention to this at all: "Want me to die? Time is still short, why not wait? After a while, the young witches died.

"By the way, do you want to know the reason for my immortality? Now I can tell you.

In an instant, Fiona's heart trembled violently, the palm that was just about to be stretched out was suddenly lowered, and her eyes burned and asked: "What is the reason?"

Mary looked at Fiona's lowered arm and a smile blossomed on her face.

Fiona knew what she was laughing at.

But compared to immortality, none of this matters.

As long as you wait for what you want, everything that happened tonight can be covered up and never known to outsiders.

Fiona hid the killing intent in her eyes and asked again, "What is the reason?" The voodoo queen will not be a person who does not believe in her words.

"Of course I'm not you."

Mary snorted, but simply replied, "I can live forever because of a contract with a great being. He gave me eternal life, and I..."

"And you what?" Fiona said urgently.

"You just have to give a few things every year." Speaking of this, Mary's voice was a little low.

Fiona didn't pay attention to that.

Finally seeing the dawn of eternal life, her eyes were full of fire: "Great existence? God? Or the devil? Forget it, none of this matters, as long as you can live forever. Tell me, His name!!

"His name is..."

"Called..."

"Hahaha! Fiona, do you think I'm really going to tell you His name? Let my nemesis live forever? Mary laughed sarcastically.

"Nope! I will let you see hope but never touch it.

"This is the best revenge on you, a megalomaniac, dying old woman whose hands are stained with the blood of many voodoo cultists!"