Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

Stepping into the secret realm, the weather suddenly turned dark, as if it had turned from early morning to dusk.

A foul smell rushed towards him. The smell reminded Luke of an ogre hut in the jungle, as if it was fermented by corpses that had been piled up for an unknown number of days.

Luke followed the smell, deviated from the road, and explored the woods on the west side.

Not far away, he was keen enough to discover a hidden steep slope. He slowly went down the steep slope. At the bottom of the steep slope was a large pit with a radius of several tens of meters. The pit was filled with animal carcasses and skeletons. Some of them could be seen. They are still fresh, but some have rotted and deteriorated. Maggots are crawling on them, occasionally lowering their heads to feast on the corpses, using their mouthparts to gnaw on the rotten proteins.

Luke stepped on the soft dirt, feeling the clammy mud soak through his boots. His nose was filled with a dull damp smell, along with the smell of rotten protein.

He could barely hear his own breathing, only the frantic buzzing of insects around him.

The sound of his arrival seemed to startle the flying mosquitoes. They buzzed and dispersed in a flurry, like a dim yellow wind passing over the face, turning into a shadow that blocked the sky.

Luke covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and kept waving the other hand to drive them away. The raven standing on his shoulder opened its broad wings in time, fanning out a strong gust of wind, blowing away the mosquitoes.

The mosquitoes adapted to the visitor and gradually regained their composure. Luke slowed down and explored the depths along the periphery of the pothole.

After crossing the corpse pit, the jungle became normal and calm again. Until he walked through the jungle and returned to the path, nothing unusual happened again.

Luke returned to the asphalt road, rubbed his feet hard on the edge of the road, rubbed off the mud attached to the soles of his feet, and walked towards the town at the end of the road.

A dilapidated signboard stands at the intersection of the town, and the slogan "Ambrose Town Welcomes You" can barely be seen through the damaged fonts.

He used his spiritual power to command Harpie on his shoulder to fly into the sky, patrol and alert, sorted out his equipment, and stepped into the town.

The air here is extremely quiet, with only the gentle breeze blowing through the branches, making a faint rustling sound. His footsteps were particularly clear on the empty road, seeming to break the silence.

The walls on both sides of the road were covered with posters from the "Ambrose Town Beauty Pageant" crookedly. At the end of the road was a pure white church.

He continued walking forward, but still didn't see anyone, as if the entire town had been abandoned by humans.

Luke walked towards the white church, passed through the rusty iron fence, and climbed up the four or five steps. Luke stood on the side of the door and pushed half of the door open. He did not enter directly, but first Jump and dodge quickly.

For a long time, there was no movement in the church. Luke, who had been battling with the air for a long time, walked quietly to the open door and peeked in with half of his face exposed.

The circular rose window occupies 1/4 of the wall space, making the interior of the church, which should be well-lit, look dark and gloomy.

There were only a few people sitting in the front row of the church. On the altar, a gentle-faced priest stood as if he was saying something.

Luke just took a second look and immediately realized something was wrong.

It was too quiet inside the church, and the priests and believers all remained in the same posture, motionless, as if frozen.

Luke stepped into the church, using his spiritual power to enhance his five senses and guard against possible sudden attacks.

He walked to the depths of the church and looked up and down at the believers and priests. Although they looked like humans from a distance, their skin was all waxy when seen up close. They turned out to be wax statues.

There is a coffin under the altar, and there is also a wax figure in the coffin.

He stepped forward slowly, about to explore the truth.

Standing next to the coffin was a wax figure wearing a windbreaker, with a trace of a living thing suddenly showing in his eyes.

The door of the church automatically closed without any wind, making a loud "bang" sound.

The originally not very bright environment of the church suddenly became even darker.

Luke was startled by the sudden change. He turned around with his gun and aimed at the door, but saw no sign of anyone.

He hid behind a pillar on one side, preparing to deal with the sudden change of enemies.

The church was silent. Suddenly, Luke heard a faint rustling sound next to him.

He turned to look, and saw a wax figure standing up quietly next to him, trying to get closer in the darkness.

Luke's body tensed instantly, he turned around quickly with the gun, and pulled the trigger. The wax figure not far away was torn apart by the huge impact of the lead bullet. A ray of energy appeared and was absorbed by the ability seedling, becoming the nutrient for Luke's evolution. .

This shot was like poking a hornet's nest. The wax figures in the church all turned their heads and stared at Luke fiercely. Their mouths opened to a strange width, as if they were roaring silently, and then they swarmed up and ran towards him.

Luke took a general glance and found that after getting rid of one wax figure, there were at least ten more in the church. He supported himself with one hand, climbed over the two rows of benches in one breath, and kept a safe distance from the wax figures running towards him.

The Winchester in his hand fired continuously, destroying the three wax figures closest to him one by one.

The remaining wax figures seemed to have no human thoughts. After tripping over a bench, they raised their pale heads, grinned and roared silently, and quickly climbed toward Luke with their limbs on the ground.

Luke retreated and observed, and hid on the other side of the church. The densely packed benches in the room became an excellent stumbling block, helping Luke hinder the wax figure man's pursuit.

The two wax figures climbed out of the shelter of the bench and entered Winchester's shooting range.

Luke's shooting ability that he has been honing has been given room to display. In this way, at close range, he does not need to aim. He raises the gun and triggers it twice, and accurately shoots the head, making the two wax figures collapse to the ground, turning it into experience.

After clearing away the six wax figures, the situation in the church became much clearer. At a glance, there were still five wax figures left.

Luke didn't have time to load more bullets, so he held the gun upside down and took aim at the wax figure who was charging the fastest among them. Winchester's thick gun butt fell heavily with the light of thunder and fire.

The erupting thunder and fire seemed to ignite the wax statue. Its facial features melted instantly and it fell to the ground twitching.

The other four wax figures also arrived one after another.

A wax figure arm came towards Luke, and he dodged it. At the same time, he quickly locked onto the enemy on the right and rushed forward, hitting the wax figure's head with the gun butt in his hand.

The thunder and fire stirred up, and the wax statue melted.

Luke's ability seemed to be innately restraining these wax figures. After being hit by the psychic thunder fire, the flames seemed to directly burn the original energy of the wax figures. Just an ordinary direct hit caused them to fall to the ground completely, although they looked still. Not eliminated, but has completely lost its ability to move.

The first wax figure that was knocked down and melted by thunder and fire suddenly solidified after a brief struggle, lost its activity, and turned into ordinary wax figure fragments. The ability seedling quietly gained some experience.