Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

After clarifying the situation he was in, with a faint resentment towards the Holy See, Robb continued to move forward.

I don't know how many voodoo cultists have come in here.

Not long after, while passing a corner, Robb encountered another voodoo witch.

He specially mentioned in front of him, and the black corpse that had done great work last time did not work again this time.

Compared with the two stabs who died tragically under her own knife, the immature young black witch in front of her is undoubtedly much more experienced.

For the first time, she did not care about the image of a donkey rolling around, and was not afraid to fold her old waist and quickly disappear from Robb's field of vision.

Robb frowned, threw away the black corpse in his hand, clenched the short knife in his right hand, and pulled out his leg to chase him.

Poof.

Without any warning, a blood hole suddenly appeared on Robb's right arm, and blood shot out.

Under the pain, his palm loosened, and the short knife couldn't help but fall to the ground.

What's going on?

Robb's face changed suddenly.

Obviously he didn't see any attack, how could he suddenly get injured.

That old witch is making bad?

Robb, who thought like this in his heart, didn't even bother to pick up the short knife and turned the corner as fast as he could.

Then he saw an old witch not far away, with a doll made of straw on her paws and a silver needle stuck in her right arm.

Seeing Robb appear in front of him empty-handed, the old witch laughed a few times, and with the other hand, he handed a bottle of dark green potion that looked incomparably penetrating to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.

After a moment of trembling like a sheep, her whole person completely lost its old state, and her figure appeared erratically around like a ghost.

Experienced, she didn't give Robb a chance to lock his gaze.

Not only that, she also took out another silver needle and slammed it into the right leg of the straw doll.

Poof.

At the same time, a blood arrow emerged from Robb's right leg.

"Voodoo dolls?!"

Robb looked at all this with a slight change in his face.

With a human form voodoo doll beside him, he didn't know the power of this ability.

It's just that compared to Queenie wiping her neck without saying a word, this old woman is very sharp, or her ability is limited.

Robb's thigh muscles that flashed in his heart tightened, and he instantly controlled the injury, and his speed did not decrease in the slightest, approaching the old witch.

Under the system transformation, his physique is not only powerful, but also controls every part of his body.

The wound of voodoo doll regurgitation is serious for ordinary people, but for him, it is not a short time.

Seeing Robb's speed not slowing down in the slightest, the old witch's face changed suddenly, her eyes flashed fiercely, and she took out the silver needle again, and she was about to insert it directly into the head of the voodoo doll.

An invisible force blocked the silver needle.

The old witch knew that this was a revolt from the sorcerer's own power.

Queenie's voodoo doll abilities are too blessed for the time being.

Normally, using voodoo dolls to curse someone, unless the gap between the two sides is huge, the silver needle can directly pierce the head and kill them with one blow.

At other times, most of them are through the accumulation of other parts, consuming the strength of the surgeon to a certain extent, and then piercing its key points.

Unexpectedly, after two needles, the old witch, who could not deliver the final blow, could only unwillingly aim the silver at the left leg of the voodoo doll, which was exactly when it was stabbed.

Her eyes suddenly showed a dull look, and the palm holding the silver needle was even more stunned.

Robb's voice then said: "Things can be one, but two, not three!" The

old witch's eyes quickly cleared.

After reacting, her face changed.

Boom~

A flame suddenly ignited from the voodoo doll, and in an instant, it turned into ashes.

The old witch did not have time to feel distressed, pulled out her legs and fled.

But it was too late.

Taking advantage of the delay that the old witch wanted to kill with one blow but could not succeed, he could only continue to start in order, and finally Robb, who captured his position, did not say a word, first controlling the other party with mind control, and then summoning flames to destroy the voodoo doll, which threatened him greatly.

Only one doped old woman remained, naturally it was easy to handle.

Click!

Accompanied by a sound of neck bones shattering.

The old witch was twisted and broke her neck by Robb, who was chasing him later, and turned into a new page of the Book of Containment.

【Containment Point +120】Looking

at the many more shelters than the previous black men and young witches, Robb was in a good mood.

Nothing else.

In a short period of time, killing three wizards, harvesting a one-month interval and more than two hundred containment points is definitely his own gospel place.

Under normal circumstances, how could I encounter so many fallen wizards.

What's more, Voodoo wizards prefer to hide in dark corners, curse and solve enemies with poisonous snakes, roosters, ropes, statues, etc. with eerie dances and chants. And not shirtless as it is now.

Who let their leader, Queen Mary of Voodoo, cause all this.

Speaking of which, Robb also has to thank the other party.

In this complex and narrow labyrinth environment, sometimes spells are really not as good as a knife.

"Next, seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become a wizard hunter again!"

Robb's eyes were full of fierce edge.

He looked at the Book of Containment, and after discovering that there was nothing that could have an immediate effect on him, he devoted all his containment points to [Body] and [Spirituality].

The lion fighting rabbit still needs full strength.

In this maze environment, faster hand-to-hand killing of enemies is undoubtedly the best choice.

[Body: 2.0] → [Physique: 2.6] [

Spirituality: 2.0] → [Spirituality:

2.2]

After the attribute value reaches 2.0, every 0.1 increase costs 20 containment points.

Counting the previous remains, there are a total of 160 containment points, and most of Robb is allocated to the body.

Feeling the birth of new forces in the body that was becoming more and more perfect under the system, Robb clenched his fists excitedly.

Not only that, the voodoo curse wound that he had just received also began to heal in the current physical evolution, and soon it no longer affected his actions.

"I didn't expect that the addition of physical strength also has a therapeutic effect."

Robb did not acquire abilities such as regeneration and rapid healing.

Although its own recovery speed is better than ordinary people, it is by no means so fast.

Obviously a little credit for the plus.

"It seems that some containment sites will have to be reserved in the future, and if you are injured, you can recover faster."

Robb, who thought so, looked at the two corpses on the ground again.

One is an old witch's, and one is a black man's.

After learning the lesson of the old witch's quick reaction, Robb, who knew that the presence of a black man had affected his preemptive attack, was not interested in carrying another corpse.

However, you still have to consider the convenience of shuttling through the walls of flesh and blood and slowing down the attacks of the black arm.

Robb thought about it, went back and picked up the short knife and beheaded the black man on the side.

I don't know when I became so calm.

Carrying a blood-dripping human head, Robb, who had not even dared to look at killing chickens before, suddenly thought.

Soon, he shook his head.

No way, in this perverted world, living with a group of perverted people, if you don't want to be killed, then you can only assimilate.

Robb carried his head to the wall of flesh and blood.

As always, a passage leading to the inside appeared.

In that case, let's just carry your head.