Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

"Look! Unique, the true Supreme Witch is born!

Myrtle opened his arms and announced the happy news with a big laugh.

At this moment, under the surprised gaze of Robb and others, after completing the seven formations, the scars on the originally disfigured Cordelia's face were miraculously repaired in an instant, and a pair of miserable white eyes returned to normal, and the whole person looked a lot younger and more beautiful.

The rising Supreme Witch is marked by radiant, energetic, and unflawed body than ever before.

The current Cordelia fits this perfectly.

When she opened her black and white eyes and looked at everyone with joy, an unprecedented majestic mana burst out from her body.

Cordelia is reclaiming mana belonging to a new generation of Supreme Witches.

Meanwhile.

Far away in Alexandria, the Denafi Trust Company, the originally palatial office has been bloodied, with an axe killer, Fiona, who has just swept up a group of witch hunter high-ranking people, is standing in a pool of blood, smoking comfortably.

Suddenly!

A strong sense of weakness welled up in her heart.

Fiona leaned over and fell crooked on the desk next to her.

When the axe killer cared about lifting her up, she pushed her away impatiently, trembling and stroking her face, which was more wrinkled at once, and said angrily:

"Who is it!" Who the hell passed the seven formations! Council! Myrtle! Can't wait to elect the Supreme Witch? You guys are good! Very good!

Fiona thought she was moving fast enough.

I didn't expect Myrtle to be faster.

He had only been away for two days, and everything had already fallen to the ground.

"Is it Queenie? No! It must be Zoe's little Bichi! Do you think this will end it? Not yet! Even if she passed the Seven Formations Assessment, what if? I will go back! Get everything that belongs to me back! "

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With Fiona's roar, everything in the office instantly shattered.

......

The Order of Witches gave birth to a new generation of Supreme Witches.

Myrtle happily left and went to tell the news to all the witches.

Looking at Cordelia, who was more confident and beautiful than before, Robb breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Everything went as he expected, and it came to a perfect ending.

With Cordelia, who became the Supreme Witch, Fiona, the time bomb that once scared his heart, is no longer a threat.

Not only that, but more time to care about Fiona than to help out and only care about herself, Cordelia is very talkative and helpful.

With such a strong person who knows each other, if he encounters a supernatural existence that is difficult to deal with in the future, he can't call for support at any time.

With such thick thighs, you must hold them well.

When Cordelia and the young witches hugged each other one by one, and came to the last Robb, who hugged him as always, Robb politely hugged him and blessed:

"Congratulations, Cordelia." I believe that under your leadership, the witchcraft troupe will definitely regain its former glory.

Cordelia smiled and said, "This is also inseparable from your help." Especially you, Robb, you are the most wonderful young man I have ever met. If you wish, I can leave you a seat on the Council.

"Is there any income?" It's better to just take money and leave things alone. Robb said sincerely.

"No problem. This is a reward for saving the witch the night before and for waking me up. Unexpectedly, Cordelia agreed so easily.

Robb has since been promoted from the head of security at the Witch Academy to the director of the Witchcraft Troupe.

Although only verbally, as the de facto successor Supreme Witch, no one would think that what she said did not count.

There were some surprises, but Robb accepted it calmly.

After all, the benefits of only taking money and not doing things are not taken for nothing.

"Also watch out for Fiona." Finally, he reminded.

Cordelia sighed slightly: "Don't worry, I have it in my heart." "

......

The next morning.

A dazed Spalding and a dazed Delphi were cleaning up the scraps after breakfast, while the witches chatted with Robb on the couch.

Cordelia's expression suddenly moved: "You guys talk, I'll go up to something."

After that, she pushed away the chair, gave Robb, the only one who noticed that something was wrong, a reassuring look, and then walked upstairs with an indifferent face.

Fiona came.

Although Robb did not sense her arrival, the keen sense of smell brought by his 3.5 physique still made him smell a hint of imperceptible tobacco.

Everyone in the room was here, no one smoked.

Coupled with this smell of tobacco, it is the cigarette brand that Fiona is used to smoking.

Robb could be sure Fiona was coming.

But as Cordelia reminds, this is a confrontation between two generations of Supreme Witches.

It is inevitable that the pond fish will be affected, and it is better not to insert this small body plate into it.

There's a guy he can deal with.

Look at the looming figure outside the window.

Like Cordelia, Robb told the women something and walked out.

......

Second floor.

Once Fiona's bedroom, now Cordelia's room.

When Cordelia pushed the door in, she saw her mother leaning back in a chair smoking a cigarette.

Unlike before, at this time, she did not wear a blonde wig

, she was very sparse, and her hair was almost falling out on her head, and with her increasingly old face, she felt more than before.

"Surprised? Mother. Cordelia walked over and said lightly.

"Indeed." Fiona spread her hands and smiled helplessly, "The original plan was to let you and Myrtle do the dirty work and find the next Supreme Witch for me." But I didn't expect you to move so fast, giving me no chance to kill her in advance. What I didn't expect was that..."

"It turns out that

the next Supreme Witch is your daughter. Does this make it difficult for you to get started? Cordelia answered.

Fiona pursed her lips and laughed at herself, "Not really.

"Then do it." Cordelia looked at a knife on the table, "This is the knife you used to kill the previous Supreme Witch." It's just right here.

Fiona followed Cordelia's gaze, laughed inexplicably, picked up the knife, played with it a few times, forced herself to endure the pain caused by the cancer of the body, and said in a low voice:

"Although I have committed a lot of crimes, as a mother, I still can't do such a thing as killing my daughter with my own hands."

"This knife is for you. Kill me so that you can inherit everything from the Witch Order without worries. "

Cordelia didn't pick it up.

She sat down across from Fiona and shook her head, "You want me to help you get free, but I don't have to." Your death is approaching, there is not much time left, I will wait slowly. "