Chapter 170

Several gunshots rang out.

Robb looked at the town policeman again. Just like before, the gunshot holes in his chest were quickly filled with hemp rope inside.

"Quirky."

Facing the town police who were glaring at him but unable to sit still, Robb stopped talking nonsense after completing the investigation.

Boom~

A raging flame ignited from the body of the town policeman.

No matter how many hemp ropes in his body struggled to escape, they all turned into puddles of ashes in the flames and could never recover.

With no one to disturb him anymore, Robb continued to walk towards Sarah's residence.

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Inside the hotel.

The carefully constructed defense line of Sarah and her friends is in danger under the attack of a group of fanatical townspeople who are not afraid of death.

"Although I am a little reluctant, I have to admit a reality. Sarah, you have to invite Robb to appear."

Although Dadamus insisted on straightening his back, he was breathing heavily and could see the reality clearly.

Don't blame Knight Dadames for not working hard.

It is also very powerless against a monster that cannot be killed no matter how hard it is poked.

"I understand." Sara nodded solemnly.

She was content to be without Robb for so long.

Now it's time to invite Robb.

She ran to the mirror and was about to recite the spell.

Robb's voice already sounded in his ears:

"No need to call, I'm already here."

The words just fell.

Outside the door.

Flames rose, angry roars were made, and gunshots rang out rapidly.

After a few breaths, all that was left was a series of heart-rending screams.

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Boom...boom...boom...

After a while, a rhythmic knock on the door sounded.

It was accompanied by a very familiar voice from Sara:

"It's me, open the door."

Sara did not hesitate this time and quickly asked Rude to remove all obstacles in front of the door.

Opening the door and seeing that familiar face, Sarah couldn't help but swoop down and fell into Robb's arms like a baby bird returning to its nest.

"Robb~~"

Robb patted Sara's little head and praised: "Well done this time. I am always ready to respond to your call Sara."

"Of course! I am the one who successfully passed the test of the Goblin King." Sara raised her face and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

But soon, she felt a little embarrassed and said: "I almost summoned him just now."

"It's great that you've been able to hold on for so long, Sara." Robb said.

"Wait until you return to the academy..."

He was about to continue talking.

A series of rapid running sounds and roars sounded outside the house, getting closer and closer.

"Outsiders, you have offended the greatest tetherball!"

"Death is your only way to atone!"

"Hand over the girl! She also wants to visit the twine ball!"

"..."

Suddenly, the whole town seemed to wake up.

The sound of heavy footsteps appeared in Robb and Sarah's field of vision. The first person to arrive either took some sticks or some guns and charged at them angrily.

"Who are they? And why do you always ask me to visit the twine ball?"

With Robb by her side, Sarah didn't have to worry about safety issues and asked confused.

She had assumed that everyone who came to town would be invited to see the twine ball.

Now it seems that he is the only one, but Robb is not among those invited.

"Maybe Twine Ball prefers pretty and cute little girls." Robb said with a smile.

"Thank you for the compliment. It would be better if you remove the word 'little' and just call me 'girl'."

Just as children always yearn for the adult world, Sara said happily with a hint of dissatisfaction.

She doesn't think of herself as a "little girl."

Both mentally and physically.

Facing Robb's gaze, Sarah puffed out her chest proudly.

But it only lasted a few seconds before she shrank back with a shy look.

Robb had to admit that in comparison, Zoe, Madison and the others were still a little behind.

Feeling that he had a long way to go, Robb carried Sarah to the open space outside the house.

Before long, everyone in the town arrived.

Not many, only sixty or seventy people.

Much less than expected.

One thing is worth noting.

Among the people who arrived, there were young men and women, middle-aged people, and old people, but there were no children.

Not even anyone Sara's age.

Robb said thoughtfully: "It seems that I guessed it right. The twine ball likes children the most."

Sarah naturally knew what Robb's "favorite" really meant.

Thinking that she almost went to visit the twine ball before, she approached Robb with some fear and said:

"What's going on with these people?"

"Humans? They can no longer be called human beings. To be precise, they should be puppets of twine balls."

At the end of his speech, Robb looked at a bungalow not far away with a steeple and a star-spangled banner hanging on it.

The pride of this town, the largest twine ball in the United States, is right there.

Let’s deal with the miscellaneous soldiers in front of us first.

Robb, who had made up his mind, glanced at the ferocious and strange townspeople who gradually gathered around him.

He smiled and said to Sara beside him:

"Sarah, do you want to have a bonfire?"

Sarah did not disappoint: "Of course."

Therefore, before waiting for this gang to be reduced to twine ball puppets, the townspeople who helped the evildoers reacted.

Robb glanced around.

moment!

A series of torches soaring into the sky covered all the surrounding townspeople without exception.

Suddenly, the originally dark sky was dispersed by the bright firelight, and a lively bonfire party began.

The only difference was that the laughter that was supposed to come next was replaced by screams.

Seeing Sarah forcing a smile, Robb shrugged.

It seems screwed up.

He snapped his fingers.

The burning torches rushed upwards, burning the townspeople to ashes even more quickly, like fire pouring into oil.

A bonfire party ended in vain.

After that, Robb didn't waste any more nonsense and took Sarah to the center of the town, which was also the signature place, in front of the bungalow that housed the largest collection of hemp rope balls in the United States.

Pushing open the glass door, most of the space inside is occupied by a huge ball of twine that is much taller than a person.

On the surrounding walls, there are historical photos and newspapers about twine balls.

The moment Robb and Sara walked in, a radio broadcast introducing the twine ball was broadcast in the room:

"Welcome to Cocktown, home to the largest twine ball in the United States, created by Greg Cock in 1954. The twine ball weighs nearly 20,000 pounds and is 14 feet tall. It is a modern ball made of flax. Miracle... Mr. Cock, a doting father, created the ball of twine in memory of his two children. For 29 years, he spent hours every day winding the ball until he could finally show it to the town. My own achievements..."

Sarah looked at the giant ball of twine in front of her and asked curiously: "Is this ball of twine the culprit that caused the town to look like today?"

Listening to the radio introduction, Robb looked away from the photo of Cork, the biggest twine ball maker, and his two children hanging on the wall. Robb looked at the twine ball in front of him.

His sight passed through many obstacles and reached the inside of the sphere.

There, the bodies of some children were placed in different postures.

Among them, two children who match the children in the photo are holding hands and staying happily in the crowd.

The moment Robb saw them, they opened their eyes, and their dead gray pupils looked straight over.

Robb's expression remained unchanged as he answered Sarah's question: "It's too lonely and wants to find more partners to play with. It's just that the wrong method was used."

"Looking for friends to play with?" Sara asked with a questioning look on her face.

She just couldn't let her think too much, and the reality suddenly changed.

Thick hemp ropes suddenly stretched out from the surface of the huge hemp rope ball. Amidst the ear-piercing sound of friction in the air, they turned into hundreds of whip shadows and were thrown towards Robb and Sara.

Robb, who didn't want to have an American-style bondage, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and an invisible wall of air condensed.

No matter how many hemp ropes were whipped, Robb and Sara would not be touched at all.

There was no chance for the twine ball to react.

Robb's dark pupils were covered in a sea of ​​fire.

The huge ball of hemp rope suddenly ignited with fierce flames.

Seeing this, Sara breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is it over?"

Robb shook his head calmly: "Not yet."

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The twine ball comes from the Fifty States of Horror, the largest twine ball in the United States.

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The blazing flame ignited on the huge ball of twine.

The hemp ropes that had been showing off their claws before seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and they kept shrinking back timidly.