Kill American Terror, Starting From the Witches’ Coven

Chapter 158

Almost in the blink of an eye, countless hands fell on Robb's body, and with a strong force, they were about to drag him into the depths of darkness.

Wow wow~~

There was a strange sound of a child crying.

Robb disappeared and was replaced by a voodoo doll made of straw.

The voodoo doll held by many dead people was suddenly torn to pieces.

Robb, who used his ability as a substitute to avoid the blow, appeared on the other side.

"I look down upon you a little bit."

Robb said coldly, his eyes flashing with dazzling fire.

Boom!

A fire dragon was summoned out of thin air and wrapped tightly around all the dead people.

Roar~~

For the first time, the dead people from the Styx let out screams like beasts.

No matter how hard they struggled, they could not escape the shackles of the fire dragon, and in the end they could only turn into puddles of ashes.

[Containment point +30]

[Containment point +30]

[Containment point +30]

A large number of containment points were recorded, making Robb look into the darkness with expectation.

Just haven't waited for the latter to react.

Fighting like a battlefield, screams, and roars suddenly sounded in Robb's ears.

Not only that, a thick mist rose from the museum, and surged up, covering his entire body.

soon.

Ouch~~

A familiar wolf howl sounded from the fog.

In the thick mist, a huge black wolf suddenly appeared from behind Robb. It opened its mouth ferociously and was about to swallow Robb whole.

Snapped!

One hand held the wolf's head tightly.

Robb, whose eyes flashed with divination symbols, turned around, looked at Black Wolf calmly and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After saying that, he grasped hard with his palm that was wrapped in the power of his mind.

There was a loud "bang", and the black wolf's huge body turned into wisps of mist like a balloon exploding, blending into the fog.

Robb gave him no time to breathe.

The huge thought turned into a storm, shattering the surrounding fog and the black wolf that was regrouping.

Snap.

On a bookshelf not far away, a simple book with a record of "Black Devil Dog" fell from the shelf and eventually turned into ashes.

Chapter 223 Chapter 223 Ed and Rowling

Annabelle, the ferryman, the black devil dog.

In a short period of time, Robb encountered a series of supernatural events.

This is not over yet.

The sounds of killing and screaming from the previous battlefield sounded again.

Robb's heart was slightly shaken.

In the blink of an eye, a Japanese Warring States-style ghost warrior armor appeared in front of him.

Under the huge bull-head pocket, the dark face of the ghost warrior was like a black hole. While constantly pulling Robb's attention towards him, the armor beneath his face separated from it quietly, and he swallowed Robb in front of him as if to find a host for himself. Bo swallowed.

Only it came to nothing.

Robb disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he swung out a fist quickly and knocked Niu Toudou away with a bang.

Just when Robb was about to continue his efforts and tear this strange armor to pieces.

A sharp edge suddenly struck him from behind.

Robb's eyes tightened, and he used Phantom Movement again without caring about what was in front of him.

Whoosh!

He appeared a few meters away.

With a snap of his fingers, Robb looked at his original position after knocking the white snake statue he had bitten away with his teeth and claws, as if his side suddenly came to life.

There, in addition to the Japanese armor without the helmet, there was also a ghost bride wearing a white wedding dress, holding a sharp knife in hand, and a ferocious face.

Robb's attention was not on the ghost bride, but on the wedding dress she was wearing.

This is the real source.

It is said that a bride who wears this wedding dress will kill her husband. Before the Warrens collected it, it had caused seven brides to go berserk and kill their husbands.

Now awakened by Annabelle, the Ghost Bride takes action again.

Whoosh!

In Robb's field of vision, the Ghost Bride suddenly disappeared.

The next second, a familiar cold light stabbed Robb in the back of his heart again.

Phantom migration.

Or teleport.

The Ghost Bride also has this ability.

Although he was a little surprised, Robb, who was on guard this time, did not dodge anymore. He quickly turned around and pressed the ghost bride's knife-holding palm with his palm like an iron vice. Then he flicked the ghost bride hard and hit her hard. Throw it against the wall.

The expected impact did not occur.

The moment the Ghost Bride touched the wall, it turned into nothingness and passed through the wall.

Immediately afterwards, he saw it pass through another wall unexpectedly and kill Robb again at an extremely fast speed.

Not just it.

The black shadow reflected on the revolving lantern that was spinning at the beginning was getting bigger and bigger, and now it evolved directly into a hunchbacked weirdo who was as tall as the roof, wearing a gentleman's hat, with a terrifyingly slender figure, and was stooped. With exaggeratedly sharp claws, he walked towards Robb with a strange smile on his face.

At the same time, the ghost warrior who put on the bull-headed hood again expanded suddenly, as if there was really an invisible person living inside. Amidst the bursts of heart-shaking screams, accompanied by the sound of metal collision, he also followed.

In addition, dead people with eyes covered by silver coins walked out of the darkness again, as well as various other supernatural phenomena.

Suddenly, Robb was surrounded.

And the culprit of all this, Annabelle, was sitting next to the piano stand, her fingers resting on the keyboard.

A relaxing and cheerful piano piece was played beautifully.

Outside the museum.

Unlike when I was young, I was strong and energetic.

The owners here, Mr. and Mrs. Warren, now in their seventies and eighties, are basking in the sun in the garden and enjoying the leisurely life after retirement.

For people like them who have been dealing with supernatural beings for most of their lives, it can be said that they are very lucky to live for such a long time and even have time to enjoy the rest of their lives with their loved ones.

Of course, happiness is always mixed with some troubles.

For the Warrens, the biggest worry now is the paranormal museum they opened.

Others call them liars.

People who come to visit are more curious.

Few people really understand.

But the couple is very aware of the dangers contained in each of the supernatural-related collections they have collected in the museum over the past decades.

Even after decades of sealing and priests sent by the church to purify and exorcise demons every week, there are always some stubborn diseases that cannot be completely eliminated.

For example, the thing that worries the Warrens the most is the one locked in the holy cabinet that seems harmless to humans and animals, but is actually the most terrifying existence among the museum's thousands of collections.

Annabelle.

It looks like a harmless doll, but in reality it is the most powerful demon they have seen in years.

The Warrens were worried.

What happens to the Museum of the Supernatural once they both pass away? What to do with Annabelle who is imprisoned inside?

Leave it to daughter Judy?

Because of her parents' careers, Judy, who grew up under the strange gaze of people around her, did not inherit her parents' career, but lived a normal life.

In addition, the other party is now married and has a family of his own.

The Warrens were unwilling to leave the legacy of trouble to Judy.

She doesn't have the ability either.

"Rowling, what do you think of Rupert's suggestion?" Ed, whose body was stooped but still bright-eyed, asked his wife.

Rowling, who had silver hair and her youthful beauty could vaguely be seen on her face, was silent for a while and shook her head: "I don't believe Rupert and the others."

Ed: "But they're professionals, aren't they?"

"That's true, but..." At this point, Rowling sighed, "What I see from Rupert and the people around him is not only ability and contribution, but also greed, cold-bloodedness, and indifference. They have changed. , becoming less and less like the Redemption Society I know. Supernatural beings are a disaster, but in their eyes, they seem to have become controllable weapons. This is really too bad!”

"It's really bad."

Hearing his wife say this, Ed nodded solemnly.

He knew very well that his wife was not an ordinary person, but a true psychic medium who could see many things that ordinary people could not discover.

Even now that I have entered old age, my body is getting weaker and weaker.

But Luo Lin's talent as a psychic medium has not declined at all, but has become stronger with the accumulation of time.

Rowling saw something unusual about Rupert's group going astray.

Ed naturally believed it completely.

Having performed countless exorcisms, he is very aware of the horrors of the supernatural.

If Rupert and his gang take all the collections in the museum and use them for other purposes, it will definitely be a huge disaster.

"Then who should we give it to? The church?" Ed frowned.

Rowling smiled bitterly and said, "The church is already busy enough. If there was any intention, Father Delenn would have already proposed it."

The reason why the Warren Supernatural Museum has been running smoothly for so many years, apart from the help of the church, is also due to the support of Ed and Warren, a well-known exorcist couple in the paranormal circle.

Without them, the collection of thousands of items would be too heavy a burden for an increasingly weak church, and there was no guarantee that something would go wrong.

Having no successor is such a worry.

Ed sighed deeply and was about to say something else.

Sudden.

Ding ding ding~~~

A row of wind chimes hanging on the eaves suddenly began to shake violently.

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