Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

abyss. . .

The previous scarecrow was a mutation caused by a breath of the abyss. This waxmelt demon also came from the abyss, and an ominous omen arose in Luke's heart.

But there is no point in thinking about things that are too far away now. The business is to get rid of the abyss minions in front of you first.

Wax Melt Demon parked the old pickup truck at the entrance of the wax museum, opened the cargo compartment behind the pickup truck, took out the two wild deer that were tightly sealed with solid wax, and placed them in front of the door.

Luke took advantage of him to bend down and rushed out of the bushes. The distance between the two sides was less than 10 meters. He continuously pulled the trigger and launched his best righteous ambush!

You can always trust a shotgun!

Luke emptied the Winchester's magazine in one go for the first time against the same enemy.

Violent lead bullets poured out from the shotgun, and the non-stop shooting caused the projectiles to hit the Waxmelt Demon's head, chest, and abdomen like waves, beating it into a sieve within a few seconds.

The Waxmelt Demon was knocked to the ground and was no longer human.

The ability seedling had not yet reacted, and Luke was about to step forward to use psychic flames to finish off the attack, when he heard the sound of crashing and running in the wax museum approaching.

A wax puppet broke the door and ran out, stepped on the steps at the door, and rolled all the way to the wax demon.

The remaining dozen wax figures followed closely, some standing upright, some crawling, leaping high, and jumping onto the wax melting demon.

Soon, the Wax Melt Demon's body was completely covered by the wax puppet.

Immediately afterwards, these wax figures began to melt rapidly, and bubbles of different sizes began to appear and disappear on the melted wax oil, like boiling water.

After a while, the wax oil and the wax melted demon from these wax puppets condensed into a whole.

The Waxmelt Demon slowly climbed up. The large amount of wax oil blended in, making him lose his human appearance. He reached a height of about two and a half meters. He looked like a mud slime walking upright. It gave off bursts of putrid stench, roughly Eight twisted tentacles extend from the cylindrical body, and a blood-red eye is embedded in the center of the cylinder.

Luke was cautious not to close the distance and use psychic attacks, and used this time to refill Winchester's bullets.

You can keep trusting the shotgun!

Luke aimed at the eye in the center of the Waxmelt Demon's chest, held the trigger without letting go, pulled the handguard back to eject the shell, pushed the handguard forward to fire, and with the speed of his hand, which had been single for more than ten years, all six lead bullets were fired within two seconds. .

Through the slight black smoke, Luke saw that the Wax Melt Demon raised its tentacles to cover its eyes at the moment of the shooting. After the lead bullet hit its body, it seemed to have entered a layer of sticky liquid, and its power quickly disappeared. Slowly being swallowed up by the body of the wax melting demon.

At this moment, there seemed to be an urgent voice ringing in his ears.

"We failed to penetrate the enemy's armor."

Dry!

I know that modern mass-produced products have no soul and have to rely on the craftsmanship left by our ancestors.

Luke complained while holding the shotgun upside down. The barrel of the gun that had just been activated for two rounds was a little hot to the touch, but it was okay under the protection of psychic energy.

He kicked the ground with his right leg and rushed towards the wax melting demon with a lunge.

The tentacles of the Waxmelt Demon were flying around, waving randomly without any plan, but there were enough of them to protect the body tightly, and there was still room for two tentacles to pop out and hit Luke.

Luke dodged one tentacle, swung his gun to block another tentacle, increased his psychic input, and fired thunder. Where the flame struck, the tentacle instantly softened, broke into two pieces, curled up and fell to the ground, breaking into several hard pieces.

Luke was overjoyed, the attribute restraint was still there, and he was able to hit this wave.

The wax melt demon seemed to be angered, the scarlet eyes on its chest flickered, and a burst of dark black light emitted from the pupils, covering the surrounding space.

The light was slightly shrouded, and Luke felt that his body became a little heavier, and the operation of his psychic energy became slower and more laborious.

In the center of the dim light, the body of the wax melting demon squirmed. The wounds on its body began to heal quickly, and its tentacles also grew out again, but it seemed to have lost a little weight. It was probably because the wax oil tissue in other parts of the body was converted into tentacles.

It is the skill of the Waxmelt Demon [Desecration].

The fully recovered Waxmelt Demon was at ease in such an environment, waving its tentacles to attack Luke.

Luke suddenly retreated, trying to escape from the influence of [Desecration Technique] first, but the Waxmelt Demon's attack followed closely, leaving only two tentacles to cautiously protect the eyes on his chest, while the remaining six skilled hands danced very fast, taking turns to whip.

Luke waved the Winchester to block the tentacle's swing. The Wax Melt Demon learned a lot after suffering a loss. As soon as the tentacles touched it, they all attacked Luke's body. He was definitely not the same as Winchester. catch.

Although the Waxmelt Demon took the initiative to give up many good opportunities because it was afraid of Winchester's thunder, but under the airtight tentacles, Luke's blocking quickly became stretched.

The Waxmelt Demon spotted the opportunity when Luke's swipe to block had exhausted its strength. Two tentacles circled around the shotgun, one left and one right, and struck hard on his back and thighs.

Especially the blow on the back. If he didn't have the [Rough Skin and Thick Flesh] skill dropped from the ogre, which weakened the bludgeoning damage from the tentacles and increased the injury resistance, he would have vomited blood on the spot.

Even so, there was a faint smell of rust in his mouth and nose, as if he had suffered some internal injuries. His thighs were also in pain from the tentacles' whipping, and he was walking with a slight limp.

Seeing that Luke was having trouble moving, a hint of cunning flashed in the wax melt demon's scarlet eyes.

It took a heavy blow from Luke, and at the cost of one tentacle falling again, it suddenly approached Luke, and its whole body was instantly vaporized.

[Gasified form]

The gas cloud column it transformed completely enveloped Luke. A fishy smell accompanied by the smooth touch of wax particles penetrated directly into Luke's nostrils and mouth. A nauseating feeling instantly rushed to the top of his head. Luke opened his mouth wide, But he just retched and spit out streams of water.

He used his spiritual energy to calm down, shut up, held his breath, and rushed out, but his legs were slightly injured, his movement speed was impaired, and he was firmly locked by the gas cloud pillar.

The smelly and greasy feeling became stronger and stronger, his body began to tremble, and it became more difficult to move.

He poured a large amount of spiritual energy into Winchester, and the raging flames and thunder began to expand and extend, but it only melted the wax oil in contact with it, and the damage to the wax melt demon was minimal.

The wax particles formed by [Gaseous Form] seemed to be alive. Even if Luke held his breath, they still dug into his body persistently, as if they wanted to fill his entire body and turn him into a wax figure.

Luke held the Winchester upright in front of his head, fired out bursting flames, temporarily emptied the wax particles from his mouth and nose, and took a few deep breaths of oxygen.

However, the wax particles in the cloud pillar are everywhere and cannot enter the mouth and nose, so they adhere to the skin one after another, as if he is wearing a thick, tight and close-fitting gel coat, covering him with a waxy shell. Transform him into what Leonard and the others were before.