Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

As if she didn't understand, Fiona looked at the cigarette butt and said to herself: "Mary, who holds a grudge, is not dead yet. The witch hunter's hand holding the gun is still warm after the victory. I must still be there. Otherwise, cast The protective spell in this house will dissipate, and so many malicious wolves outside will rush in and devour all the people here."

"Of course, you can choose the next Supreme Witch early, so I can rest assured." Fiona said this, her eyes scanning at Zoe, the unconscious Queenie, and even Cordelia.

Robb, who had been watching, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Cordelia's hand tightened as she held the blind stick.

She quickly objected: "The time is too short, and the young witches have not even fully grasped their own abilities, let alone passed the test of the seven formations. That is sending them to death!"

Fiona shook her head: "That's it for now. Even if these girls awaken the ability to resurrect the dead, they can't save Nan. She was killed by a cursed silver bullet, and it is difficult for the witch's ability to work on her. "

"Let's all have a good sleep. As for Nan, find a good cemetery for her tomorrow."

Fiona waved her hand, and after saying that, she couldn't hide her exhaustion and went upstairs.

After she was gone, Madison walked forward, looked at Queenie and Nan lying side by side, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that being fat would have such benefits. Queenie is so lucky. It's a pity that Nan doesn't know the next door Will that sweet mother-in-law be sad if she finds out?"

"Say less, Madison!" Zoe, who had a very sad face, glared at Madison dissatisfiedly and said.

Madison shrugged.

It's just her nature.

Although she regretted the sacrifice of her companion, she couldn't be as sad as Zoe.

To a certain extent, she is indeed very similar to Fiona in that she loves herself more.

"Cordelia, are there any potions for healing wounds and removing scars? I need some here too."

Madison walked up to Cordelia, looked at her right sleeve covered in blood and her limp arm, and asked.

Cordelia picked up the bottles and jars nearby, smelled them and handed them to Madison.

"Can this really remove scars without leaving any traces?"

"Believe in the power of magic."

Madison took it.

"Let me do it."

Seeing that she had difficulty with one of her hands, Robb walked over and took the potion. He first cut off the tattered sleeve with scissors, revealing Madison's slender arm that he was very familiar with in the past, but now has a hideous scar. He took out the potion. Apply carefully.

The corners of Madison's mouth turned up slightly, rarely showing real warmth.

Zoe didn't see any of this.

When she came to Nan's body, she suddenly felt an urge. Remembering what she had seen in the spell book about the ability to resurrect the dead, she suddenly said, "I want to try it."

"What to try?" Madison answered without looking back.

"Resurrection from the dead." Although Cordelia was blind, she was very prepared for her guess.

Robb frowned slightly: "Even if Zoe can use the ability to resurrect the dead, Fiona just said that Nan who was killed by the witch-hunting silver bullet basically cannot be saved. In addition..."

At this point, Robb suddenly looked up and looked around, and changed his words: "Go out and talk, it's a bit boring here."

"how……"

Before Zoe, who looked confused, could finish her words, Madison, who had taken care of the wound, grabbed her and dragged her out while whispering in her ear:

"Idiot, you don't understand the concept of walls having ears. If a little white flower like you were put in Hollywood, he would be swallowed up to the bone."

Behind him, Robb helped Cordelia out slowly.

When the four of them arrived at the rear courtyard, Robb said, "Nan can be saved."

"What?" Cordelia looked shocked.

Zoe looked happy and said: "Robb, do you have any good ideas?"

Compared to her own forceful actions, she believed more in her boyfriend who had brought her many surprises these days.

"Remember Misty we met in the swamp?" Robb said.

Madison frowned: "That weird swamp witch?"

"I understand!" Zoe suddenly realized, "Misty is born with the ability to resurrect the dead. She can even resurrect herself, let alone Nan."

Robb nodded: "With the same ability to resurrect the dead, Misty is obviously stronger. A normal witch can't resurrect Nan, but she can certainly do it."

"Wait! Who are you talking about? Swamp Witch? Misty? Is that Misty Day? Isn't she dead?" Cordelia asked repeatedly.

There are not many witches nowadays. After hearing a few people mention that Misty has the ability to resurrect, the only one she can think of is Misty Day, who was burned alive by fanatic believers some time ago.

Zoe explained quickly.

Cordelia was very happy after hearing this and nodded: "Very good! Since Robb knows where she lives, invite her here tomorrow morning. No! Wait first..."

At this point, Cordelia's expression became very serious.

Although she couldn't see it, she still made a gesture of looking around everyone, and then said straight to the point: "My mother does not want to leave the position of the Supreme Witch."

Robb nodded in agreement.

Zoe and Madison, who had already known some truths from Robb, were not too surprised.

Madison even curled his lips and pointed it out directly: "Isn't this something obvious? Who would want to die if they have extremely strong power and enjoy the highest power and wealth in the world? Even Bill Gates and his gang can't do it Let alone Fiona. If they can survive, I think anyone will resort to any means."

"No! That's not the case!" Cordelia, who was a little surprised by everyone's behavior, retorted, "Not everyone will resort to any means. Every supreme witch in the past, for the sake of the continuation and safety of the witch coven, they will take the initiative as they age. Pass everything on to the next generation. They are all great people who deserve respect."

Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Witchcraft Council

"They did make a great decision. But Fiona wouldn't, would she?" Madison spread her hands.

"That's right." Cordelia nodded heavily, "So, the historical leader and current Supreme Witch has become the biggest threat to the witch group today."

"In order to protect your safety, as well as Misty and Nan, Fiona must not know about the upcoming resurrection ceremony. She must leave here. For this reason, we must notify the council immediately, and then..."

After discovering Fiona's sinister intentions through her eyes, Cordelia, who is completely opposite to her mother's character, has made a decision. At this moment, she comes clean with Robb, Zoe, and Madison who are in the same camp.

Robb pondered as he listened to Cordelia's plan.

…

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Fiona lay down as soon as she entered the room and did not move for a long time.

She was really tired.

Not only because of his old age, but also because of the influence of the mana in his body being continuously withdrawn.

Especially tonight, she clearly felt the power being sucked away faster and faster.

A certain witch that made her jealous, full of youth and vitality, was greedily devouring everything that belonged to her.

If not, how could he have been unable to defeat the Voodoo Queen, who was getting weaker every year, and was even chased by witch hunters to escape.

If I were still in my prime, if my body still maintained health and vitality...

Fiona grabbed her head and clenched her fists involuntarily when she saw a bunch of dry hair falling between her fingers.

Clang.

A sound sounded in the room.

Fiona ignored it.

Then, another louder voice sounded.

Fiona finally looked up.

I saw a chair that had been placed well fell to the ground.

Under Fiona's gaze, a corner of the table suddenly broke.

It was as if someone had struck it with a knife.

Fiona sniffed and laughed at herself: "What? Do even evil spirits dare to challenge me now?"

No one responded.

The door to the room creaked open.

"Okay. Then I'll go see who has such courage."

Fiona sneered a few times, stood up, and walked out of the room unsteadily.

Under the guidance of an unknown being, she came to Cordelia's room, which was also the room where she had lived when she was in school, and pushed the door open.

Looking at the empty environment inside except for the furniture.

She thought for a while, covered her eyes with her palms, and chanted the mysterious spell.

When she removed her palm and opened her eyes again, she saw a middle-aged man in a suit greeting her with a smile in front of her.

"An evil spirit caught between reality and hell, unable to escape?" Fiona looked at the person in front of her in confusion, "Why haven't I noticed you before?"

The middle-aged man explained in a hoarse voice: "Because the magic is so powerful that if you are about to die, you can naturally find out more information about the deceased."

"Thank you for reminding me that I'm about to die." Fiona chuckled and said, "Do you need me to help you out first?"

"No need for now." The middle-aged man looked at Fiona affectionately and said, "Compared to leaving this place that has bound me for so many years, I would rather spend more time with you in the next time."

"Oh?"

Fiona's face was full of surprise and surprise.

After her appearance faded, no man expressed his love to her for a long time.

Fiona became interested: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The middle-aged man said: "People outside call me the Ax Killer, but you can call me Danny. As for appearing here, it is the credit of your ancestors witches."

"The famous ax murderer in New Orleans? The one who likes jazz?"

"Yes. But there is one person I like more than Jazz right now. That's you, Fiona!"

The Ax Murderer told Fiona all about him with adoration.

To put it bluntly, it is the experience of a ghost who can never leave this room watching Fiona, who has lived here since she was very young, grow up bit by bit.

After witnessing her for so many years, he became deeply infatuated with her, and Fiona would not change at all even as she grew older.

Fiona didn't expect that there would be someone who admired her so passionately.

"Very good."

Looking at the ax murderer in front of her, a smile appeared on her face.

…

The next morning.

Cordelia, Robb, Zoe and Madison were sitting together when Fiona, in a good mood and radiant, came downstairs.

"You guys got up very early." After Fiona greeted a few people in a good mood, she then ordered towards the kitchen, "Delphi, prepare twice as much breakfast for me. I have a good appetite today."

Delphi made no response.

Fiona frowned slightly and shouted again: "Delphi?"

"No need to shout, Delphi is not here." Cordelia stood up with a blind stick and said, "Today is a crucial moment for the witch group. Neither she nor Spalding is suitable to be here. "

"Critical moment? What do you mean?" Fiona asked doubtfully.

Just as she finished speaking, a wave of mana sounded.

Suddenly, three uninvited guests appeared behind her.

Fiona looked back, her eyes suddenly condensed and she said, "What a... rare visitor!"

"Long time no see, Fiona."

The leader, Myrtle, who was also very familiar to Robb and Zoe, greeted Fiona with a smile.

Fiona's eyes flashed coldly, she quickly adjusted her mood, and replied with a mocking look on her face:

"Myrtle Snow, look at you, you are getting more and more fashionable. It's a pity that no one is paying attention to you."

Ignoring Myrtle's somewhat ugly face, Fiona looked at the short man in a suit and top hat to Myrtle's left, and said with a smile,

"Quentin, you nasty old faggot."