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This time the old man finally listened.

He stopped, raised his head, and looked straight at Penelope and Martha with his cloudy eyes.

moment!

Penelope felt dizzy and then she fell to the ground with a plop, along with Martha who had the same reaction, and fell into a coma.

Seeing this scene, the old man, who had a somewhat charitable face, smiled coldly and continued to walk. He first glanced at Martha and said lightly:

"The prey will eventually return to the hunter's mouth."

After that, he looked at Penelope again, his eyes sweeping from her pretty face to her curvy and sexy body.

"What a shame. If I were a young man, I would never miss this feast."

The old man looked down at his old arms and legs.

After all, the will is there but the strength is not enough.

In order to live a few more years, forget it.

The old man was sighing as he was moved by the scene.

At this moment, while he lowered his head, Penelope, who was unconscious on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes, pulled out a small pistol with her right hand, and pointed it at the old man's chest.

"what?"

The old man didn't mind Penelope's action of drawing the gun, but was more surprised that she woke up.

Of course he didn't know that Penelope had often been attacked by Robb's [Mind Control] in the past, which he called "training mental resistance."

Penelope didn't know much about resistance at the time. After all, compared with the mental work, she was more exhausted physically.

But now...

It turns out that Robb's training method is indeed effective.

It can definitely be said to be well-intentioned.

As a result, Penelope woke up from her coma ahead of schedule, catching the old man off guard.

boom! boom! boom!

Penelope fired several shots without hesitation.

Even so, the old man still sneered:

"Just a pistol... Fuck it!!!"

Before he could finish his words, the old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he no longer posed and started to crawl to avoid the attack, and then he started to curse,

"Witch Hunt Silver Bullet!!! Are you a witch hunter???"

He recognized that the weapon being shot at him was the famous witch-hunting silver bullet.

However, it was too late to dodge.

After the gunshot, two blood flowers bloomed from the old man's body.

In the bloodstain, he looked at the silver bullet firmly embedded inside, with the witch-hunting runes on it emitting light, disrupting the flow of magic power around it.

The old man's expression suddenly turned ugly.

He never imagined that during just one process of recovering his prey, the ordinary woman named Penelope not only woke up early, but also fired a witch-hunting bullet.

I almost capsized completely.

Seeing his body covered in blood and his magic power not working properly, the old man did not dare to delay and quickly stretched out his hand. A fat rabbit nearby jumped over and fell into his hand.

With a snap, he broke its neck and then pulled it again.

The next second, the old man threw away the rabbit's head and looked at the blood flowing out from the broken head.

He began to chant a spell.

With the naked eye, it was visible that the rabbit's fat body was shriveling up, and streams of blood were flowing out and blending into the old man's wound.

After a few breaths, the old man, who had barely suppressed his wounds, stood up again and looked coldly in the direction where Penelope fled.

He decided to teach this ignorant woman a lesson to avenge his hatred.

……

Chapter 254 Dark Wizard

While the old man was busy healing his wounds, Penelope was not idle.

It seemed that the old man had been shot many times in the past. As he rolled over, he had already experiencedly hidden himself behind the dense trees.

This prevented Penelope from continuing to shoot.

Knowing that she was facing another existence that could not be explained by science, she did not force herself, but quickly took out the small mirror she carried with her and called "Robb" three times.

A moment later, Robb's figure appeared in the mirror in response to the call.

Penelope explained the current situation as quickly as possible.

Robb nodded, "I'll stop them here. Penny, take Martha and run in my direction."

Robb stepped out of the mirror and pointed the way.

Penelope didn't delay. She picked up the still unconscious Martha and immediately approached Robb's body.

On the other side, the old man who had regained his strength was about to take action, but Robb stopped him and asked, "What is your relationship with the Dark Mother?"

The old man stopped and looked at Robb who suddenly appeared. He said in a bad tone: "You think a mere projection can stop me?"

He recognized Robb's current state immediately.

"Since you know the Mother of Darkness, then my beloved baby was killed by you?"

"My beloved...baby?"

Robb looked at the old man coldly and thought of a lot of things at once.

"So you raised the Dark Mother?" Robb said, sentencing the old man to death in his heart.

"Sure enough, you are the murderer who killed my baby." The old man said in the same cold voice.

"Kill your projection first, then your real body. And that woman, that kid. This is what happens when you meddle in other people's business."

The old man became murderous and stopped talking nonsense. He waved his hand and black smoke emerged from his body, transforming into extremely dark vengeful spirits, who rushed towards Robb with vicious looks on their faces.

"Dark magic!" Robb opened his spiritual vision, looked at everything, and said word by word.

Every vengeful spirit that attacked was brutally killed by the old man in their previous lives. Because their resentment lingered, they were created into vengeful spirits by him.

Robb had read about this in the books at the Witch Academy.

Because it is too harmful to nature, it was listed as a taboo by the witchcraft community very early on and wizards were not allowed to learn it.

I didn't expect to meet such a dark wizard here.

I don’t know if he is one of the dark wizards that the witchcraft group is hunting for a bounty.

With the rapid development of information communication technology.

The wizarding world, which keeps pace with the times, has long been sharing what it has with others.

Regardless of whether they are using evil witchcraft to cruelly harm others, or betraying the wizarding organization and killing their own kind, each wizarding group will want each other and offer a reward.

As the leader of the entire wizarding world, Cordelia has dealt with similar matters before.

Thinking of this, Robb looked at the old man.

At this time, the old man who heard Robb's words about "dark magic" laughed out loud and said:

"hypocritical!"

"It's all murder, bullets, swords, and many other witchcrafts are not evil, but my witchcraft is evil?"

"The United States has started so many conflicts and wars around the world, causing tens of millions of people to become homeless or die. Isn't this much more evil than me? How come the vast majority of people still think that they are fighting for freedom and democracy and that this is a just outcome?"

Robb disagreed with the others, but when the old man talked about the United States, he had to give a thumbs up.

What the old guy said is very insightful, and he sees it more clearly than most Americans who have received a happy education.

But Robb still wanted to kill him.

Although both are murders, killing with a single knife and killing after intentionally and cruelly torturing someone for a long time are two completely different concepts.

Even more critical is the choice of the target of murder.

Robb had only one answer for the old man's choice of target, the innocent child.

kill!

Boom~~~

A raging wave of fire rose up out of nowhere as Robb glanced at it, and it fell forward, covering all the vengeful spirits that were attacking with black smoke.

The wind was blowing coldly and the fire was boiling.

Black and fire intertwined rapidly.

The old man's expression changed quickly.

He quickly gave the order.

The resentful spirits, which were much fewer and weaker than before, quickly scattered.

Robb ignored the evil spirits.

He looked at the old man, with flames rolling in front of him, and he charged towards the other party like a dragon.

puff.

Like a balloon being popped, the old man's figure suddenly disappeared.

All that remains is an illusion.

The real him had already arrived at the other side, and at his feet, many birds and beasts had gathered.

From the old man's lips came a note which was difficult to describe in words.

next second!

All the birds and animals around exploded with bangs.

All the flesh and blood were strangely fixed in mid-air at this moment, and as the old man stretched out his hand and pointed, it pierced the sky as sharply as a bullet.

The force was so strong that many of them penetrated the fire waves and shot straight towards Robb.

Robb, who had only put part of his strength into this, did not dare to take it head-on.

He looked towards the old man's position, and his eyes moved just before the flesh and blood bullet approached.

Phantom movement!

Whoosh!

Robb appeared next to the old man, taking advantage of his age, and punched him hard.

The old man's face changed drastically and he hurriedly used his backup plan.

Brush it~

His tattered coat suddenly bulged, turning him into a fat man in an instant.

Robb punched it open and easily broke through the coat. Before he could go deeper, a violent gust of air exploded, and the old man flew backwards like a flying monkey.

In the end, only a tattered coat was left.

Robb was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the old man could dodge his sudden attack.

The old man who finally landed on the other side said to Robb with a grim expression:

"Damn Salem Wizard!"

Through these moves, he recognized Robb's identity.

What puzzled him was when such a person appeared among the Salem wizards.

"Who are you? Why haven't I heard of you before?" the old man asked solemnly.