Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

After understanding the current situation, Robb continued to move forward with a slight resentment towards the Church.

I don't know how many voodoo believers came in here.

Not long after, when passing a corner, Robb met another voodoo witch.

The black body that he had specially brought to his front, which had done a great job last time, did not work again this time.

Compared with the young black witch who died tragically under his knife, the old witch in front of him was undoubtedly much more experienced.

At the first moment, she rolled over without caring about her image, and disappeared from Robb's sight without fear of breaking her old waist.

Robb frowned, threw away the black body in his hand, held the dagger in his right hand, and ran after it.

Puff.

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

In pain, his palm loosened, and the dagger fell to the ground.

What's going on?

Robb's face suddenly changed.

He didn't see any attack, so how could he suddenly get hurt?

Is that old witch doing something bad?

Thinking this in his heart, Robb didn't even bother to pick up the dagger and turned the corner as fast as possible.

Then, he saw the old witch not far away holding a straw doll in her skinny hand, and a silver needle was inserted in her right arm.

Seeing Robb appear in front of her with empty hands, the old witch laughed a few times, and with her other hand, she handed a bottle of dark green potion that looked extremely creepy to her mouth and drank it all in one gulp.

After a moment of trembling like epilepsy, she was no longer old and frail, and her figure appeared around like a ghost.

The experienced woman didn't give Robb a chance to lock her eyes.

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

Puff.

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

"Voodoo doll?!"

Robb watched all this with a slightly changed expression.

With a humanoid voodoo doll by his side, how could he not know the power of this ability?

But compared to Queenie who cut her own neck after a disagreement, this old woman was very procrastinating, or her ability was limited.

Robb's thigh muscles tightened as the thought flashed through his mind, and he instantly controlled the injury, and approached the old witch at a speed without slowing down.

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

The wounds from the voodoo doll's backlash are very serious for ordinary people, but for him, it is not a big deal in a short time.

Seeing Robb coming towards her at a speed without slowing down, the old witch's expression suddenly changed, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes. She took out the silver needle again and was about to insert it directly into the head of the voodoo doll.

But an invisible force blocked the silver needle.

The old witch knew that this was a resistance from the recipient's own strength.

Quinny's voodoo doll's ability was too unique, let's not talk about it for now.

Normally, when using a voodoo doll to curse someone, unless the gap between the two sides is very large, the silver needle can be directly pierced into the head and kill the person in one blow.

At other times, most of the time, it is accumulated through other parts, and the recipient's strength is exhausted to a certain extent before piercing the vital points.

Unexpectedly, after two needles, the old witch could not make the final blow and could only reluctantly point the silver needle at the left leg of the voodoo doll, just when it was pierced.

She suddenly showed a dull look in her eyes, and the palm holding the silver needle paused.

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

The old witch's eyes quickly cleared up.

As soon as she reacted, her face changed.

Boom~

A ball of fire suddenly ignited from the voodoo doll, turning it into ashes in an instant.

The old witch ran away without feeling sorry.

But it was too late.

Taking advantage of the time when the old witch wanted to kill her with one blow but failed and could only continue to attack in order, Robb, who finally caught her position, did not say a word. He first controlled her with mind control and then summoned fire to destroy the voodoo doll that posed a great threat to him.

Only one old woman who had taken stimulants was left, so it was easy to deal with her.

Crack!

Accompanied by the sound of a broken neck bone.

The old witch's neck was broken by Robb who caught up with her later, and she turned into a new page in the book of shelter.

[Shelter Points +120]

Looking at the many more shelter points than the black man and the young witch before, Robb was in a good mood.

Putting aside other things.

In a short period of time, he killed three wizards, gained a month's interval time and more than 200 shelter points, which was definitely a blessing for him.

Under normal circumstances, how could he encounter so many solitary wizards.

What's more, voodoo wizards prefer to hide in dark corners and use poisonous snakes.Roosters, ropes, statues, etc., with weird dances and chants, curse and solve the enemy. Instead of going bare-chested like now.

Who let their leader, the voodoo queen Mary, cause all this?

Speaking of which, Robb should thank her.

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

"Next, seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and be a wizard hunter!"

Robb's eyes were full of sharpness.

He looked at the Book of Containment, and after finding that there was no ability that could have an immediate effect on him, he invested all the containment points in [Physical] and [Spiritual].

A lion needs to fight a rabbit with all its strength.

In this maze environment, killing the enemy faster and closer is undoubtedly the best choice.

[Physique: 2.0] → [Physique: 2.6]

[Spirituality: 2.0] → [Spirituality: 2.2]

After the attribute value reaches 2.0, every 0.1 increase will consume 20 shelter points.

Including the previously retained ones, there are a total of 160 shelter points, most of which Robb allocated to physique.

Feeling the new power born in his increasingly perfect body under the system's point addition, Robb clenched his fists excitedly.

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

"I didn't expect that the addition of points to physique would also have a healing effect."

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

Although his own recovery speed is better than that of ordinary people, it is definitely not this fast.

It is obviously the credit of the points added.

"It seems that I have to reserve some shelter points in the future, so that if I am injured, I can recover faster."

Thinking so in his heart, Robb looked at the two corpses on the ground again.

One was the old witch's, and the other was the black man's.

After learning from the old witch's quick response, Robb, who knew that the black man's presence would affect his preemptive action, was not interested in carrying another corpse.

However, he still had to consider the convenience of passing through the flesh and blood wall and slowing down the attack of the black arm.

Robb thought about it, went back to pick up the dagger and beheaded the black man next to him.

I don't know when I became so calm.

Holding the bloody head, Robb, who didn't even dare to watch the killing of chickens before, suddenly thought.

Soon, he shook his head.

There is 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 came to the flesh and blood wall with his head.

As before, a corridor leading to the inside appeared.

In this case, just carry your head and move forward.