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Jason only felt that he was either immortal or a cursed soul.

Under the force of a shot from the Hunting God Rifle, it no longer had the might it once had.

With a loud bang, it was like a piece of porcelain that had been broken to the limit finally couldn't bear it anymore and shattered completely.

In the end, Jason only had time to let out the only roar since his debut before the golden light of the hunter's rifle bullet descended upon him, and his entire body was shattered in an instant, never to be resurrected like before.

This is the hunting rifle.

The other "Hell" is the highest achievement of supernatural research and one of their biggest trump cards to start a world revolution.

As the temporary owner of the Hunting Gun, Milton was shocked by what was happening.

Not to mention other people.

"That's awesome!" Zoe looked at the hunting rifle in Milton's hand with surprise.

She had never imagined that a gun could be so powerful.

Madison, who had a similar expression, was in a state of even greater shock: "No wonder Robb asked me to bring this gun back as well."

Just when everyone at the scene was shocked by the power of the Hunting God Rifle.

The accountants, who had been prepared for this, reacted instantly.

"It's now!!!"

They had been lurking nearby long before Milton opened fire.

Just to make sure everything is safe, and to be careful with the hunting rifle in Milton's hand.

They deliberately chose Jason as their victim, and chose to attack when the hunting rifle ran out of bullets and when everyone else was shocked and relaxed.

Two black lines shot towards Milton at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Madison, who had been prepared for the consequences, was the first to react.

"careful!"

She hurriedly reminded.

But it was too late.

The accountant is inherently stronger than Milton.

With the two joining forces, Milton, who was in a trance, couldn't resist at all.

As soon as they met, the arm holding the hunting rifle was torn off cleanly by an accountant.

The other accountant's five fingers flashed with cold light and stabbed Milton's head fiercely, determined to kill him completely.

Seize the gun, kill, and retreat.

Seeing that the two accountants were planning carefully and the whole plan was about to be completed in one go, the witches wanted to stop it but it was too late.

No one noticed.

Robb the Walker, who had finished clearing the jungle, had quietly arrived at Stillwater Prison.

“It’s quite lively.”

While still outside, Robb noticed a golden light that made him feel cold erupting in Stillwater Prison.

When they moved into the prison, they saw the wreckage and corpses scattered all over the floor, the miserable witch, and those extraordinary unexpected guests.

Robb understood.

During the time when I was away, many wonderful stories happened here.

Fortunately, I didn’t end up alone and finally made it to the end.

Robb looked at Milton, who was in danger from the sneak attack of two accountants, and snapped his fingers.

despair!

Everything stops at this moment.

Chapter 441 Welcome to My Country

Milton's unwillingness and anger, the joy of an accountant after snatching the gun, and the excitement and joy of another accountant who was about to kill the target.

At this moment, they are all vividly presented in front of everyone.

"Robb!"

Zoe, Madison, and Sarah, who were the first to react, turned around in surprise and saw that the person they had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Robb smiled and nodded to them, then stretched out his hand and asked the accountant to grab the hunting rifle that made him feel frightened. He took it in his hand.

There was no time to take a closer look. His brows slightly frowned, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in an instant.

Boom boom boom...

A series of fierce fighting sounds continued to ring out in the darkness.

After a few minutes, everything calmed down.

Robb dragged Max's body back to the witch.

"He is Robb?"

Unlike the two accountants who were still imprisoned, Milton, who had just returned to normal, looked at Robb, who was walking leisurely towards him, holding a large toy in his hand rather than a terrifying murderer, and his pupils shrank slightly.

This was the first time he had met Robb in person.

Although I had learned about Rob from Stephanie and Madison beforehand.

But it is far less shocking and profound than when the other party appears now.

Robb threw Max, who was temporarily unable to move, to the ground, and noticed that Stephanie and Celine, old acquaintances who had not been seen for a long time, were unconscious, and asked:

"What's going on with Stephanie and Celine?"

Without waiting for Zoe to answer, Daphne quickly explained the whole thing with an anxious look on her face.

At first, they could use physical means or even mind control to wake up sleeping people.

But as time goes on, this method becomes less and less effective.

Daphne can only seek help from the powerful Robb.

"Dream...Freddy...Nightmare on Elm Street." Robb stroked his chin. "No wonder there's been this constant chirping in my ears since I came here."

With his current strength, if he didn't want to, no matter how hard Freddy tried, he couldn't pull him into the dream.

But entering on your own initiative is another matter.

"Wake me up in a minute."

After Robb finished explaining everything to the women, he closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly under the guidance of his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an abandoned factory filled with steam, flames, and steel.

Not far away, evil laughter and Stephanie's obvious cursing were heard.

A cat-and-mouse chase is underway, but the mouse keeps resisting.

"What a...bad taste."

Robb lifted his right foot, took a hundred-meter step, and arrived at the scene of the incident.

Dreamland is Freddy's home turf.

But it doesn't mean that I have no power to resist.

Self-belief is the decisive factor in the battle in dreams.

Just like many ordinary people who rely on their strong willpower to escape Freddy's pursuit.

Robb firmly believed that his power remained.

Naturally, he can exert his power in dreams.

Otherwise, how could Jason in the dream defeat Freddy in the battle between Freddy and Jason?

Stephanie, who was carrying the badly injured Celine on her back with many scratches and burns on her body, was gritting her teeth and resisting without begging for mercy. Suddenly, she noticed the person in front of her and said in surprise:

"Robb!"

She had imagined countless times the scene of meeting Robb again.

Never thought I'd be here, but it's not bad.

Seeing Robb, who was like a god descending from heaven and was as reliable and powerful as she remembered, Stephanie immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Still as wild and capable as ever!" Robb smiled and teased Stephanie, who was like a female warrior.

Without waiting for Stephanie to respond.

Freddy chuckled and said excitedly, "Oh, oh, another fresh prey. It seems that your relationship is extraordinary. Great! Let's play a new game! How about the name... Truth or Dare for Couples?"

Robb turned around and looked at Freddy, who was wearing a striped sweater, a black hat, and a steel claw on his right hand. He commented calmly, "Not so good. Just like your outfit, the name you chose has no taste at all."

It was the first time that his taste was directly questioned. Freddy waved the steel claws in his right hand, and the corners of his mouth, which were covered with burns, curled strangely, threateningly: "Kid, it's not a pleasant thing to make me angry. You know, this is my home court."

Robb: "Home? I don't think so. When I get here, this is my home."

Hearing this, Freddy burst into laughter as if he had heard a huge joke: "Hahaha! This is the funniest joke I have heard in decades. Haha... eh???"

Freddy was laughing disdainfully.

suddenly!

He found himself dizzy.

The familiar abandoned factories are disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Instead, there is a vast plain.

"What...what's going on?"

Freddy's laughter stopped abruptly.

As the master of dreams, he has always actively changed scenes and has never encountered a situation where dreams changed automatically.

Freddy stared blankly at everything in front of him.

The vast plain should have been all green.

But now it is completely infected by the strange blood of rich red, black and dark green.

The owner of these strange bloods was now lying coldly on the plain.

Evil spirits, murderers, deformed people, zombies, Bigfoot, bat dragons, wizards, and even demons, etc.

All kinds of spiritual bodies, which were extremely powerful in life, were now lifeless. The blood they flowed infected the entire grassland, and the corpses covered the entire plain.

Seeing this scene, Freddy, who was usually fearless, showed a rare look of panic on his ugly face.

Suddenly, sensing something, he looked up with trembling body.

The ghostly flesh and blood are the carpet, the bones are the stairs, and the residual souls are the accompaniment.

As Freddy looked, a blood-red throne made up of ghostly corpses stood high in the sky.

The newcomer, Robb, was now sitting lazily on the throne, with his chin supported by one hand, looking down at Freddy, and announced indifferently:

"Welcome to...my kingdom."

……

Chapter 442 Revenge

The real world, Stillwater Prison.

A minute later, as agreed, Zoe woke Robb.

The moment Robb opened his eyes, his hand suddenly pulled in the air.

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Freddy, who was skinny, trembling with fear, and looked as if he was frightened silly, was pulled out.