The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

In the blood-red space.

A big tree made of white bones and flesh runs through the entire space. When Mr. Tree, no, when Bellegarde regains consciousness again, the first thing he perceives is pure flesh and blood vitality.

"Well, you finally answered my call, child."

There was no sound, but Bellegarde could sense the message from the entire space.

"Yes, great creator, I beg you to allow me to be reborn under the star tree."

"To this end, I will dedicate all my beliefs, and when I enter the seventh level, I will take the initiative to become the vessel for your arrival."

Bellegarde's body was destroyed by Sigmund long ago, and after responding to the call of the creator, only the pure spirit returned here.

A red thread appeared out of thin air.

In the blink of an eye, a female body appeared in the red space, which was Bellegarde's original appearance.

"The contract is concluded, remember your promise."

"I understand." Bellegarde lowered his head, "but please allow me to complete the thing that must be done before dedicating my body."

"Louis, there are still unfinished things for the teacher."

"That is an extraordinary person who can predict the future. I am afraid that everything that is happening here has already been seen by him."

"After reshaping your physical body, you have the opportunity to make a choice, and then you will be reborn in a cemetery. After rebirth, you will become a brand new independent individual."

"Unless you appear directly in front of his eyes, or get in touch with your previous identity to attract his attention, there is no way for him to spy on you through fate."

"Fate, I remember they prefer to call themselves the moon." Bellegarde was a little puzzled.

"It's very simple, because their power comes from the real destiny, so I'm pretty sure that what happens here will not be seen by them anyway."

The blood-red space vibrated, and the mysterious voice seemed unwilling to explain too much. The next second, Bellegarde's body fell automatically. When it fell to the bottom, it started from the ankle and merged with the surrounding space a little bit.

"Go and choose. There are 32 flesh and blood cemeteries. They will randomly appear in various places. There are always some obsessive people who hope that their dead relatives can be resurrected."

"I am naturally willing to satisfy such believers. You can choose the gender, age, and origin that best meet your requirements."

"Open your eyes again, and you will have a brand new life and... destiny."

"As my favored one, it won't be long before you regain your current strength."

Bellegarde opened her eyes wide and watched her body being swallowed up bit by bit. After rebirth, all the abilities she once possessed will disappear completely, just like what the mysterious voice said.

This will be a fresh start.

"Louis, I'll find you."

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Boom!

Sigmund pulled out the cork, half leaned against the big tree, and poured the red wine in the glass into a bowl-shaped shell.

"Blowing red wine on a bottle is not a pleasing thing. Some things still require a sense of ritual." Naturally, there will be no red wine on the desolate island. This bottle of wine comes from a little stock on the Nightmare carriage.

Sigmund discovered this hidden ability of the carriage a long time ago.

He can bring some items in reality into the carriage, and then get them by summoning the carriage when needed. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is also equivalent to a portable warehouse.

Although he hadn't hoarded supplies in the carriage, some of the ingredients and red wine inside were enough for him to survive in an unmanned environment for a while.

But now there are still many things to be resolved in Liam City. Sigmund didn't want to play the trick of remaining on a deserted island, so he drank wine, went to the sea to catch a few fish, and solved his hunger problem. to the sky.

A series of previous experiences and battles allowed him to fill up all the energy in the hourglass at once.

It may be because the power brought by the awakened state of Amidala's arm does not come from itself, so the absorbed energy is not as much as imagined.

Now Sigmund is faced with two choices, either to absorb all the energy to increase spiritual power or to get the opportunity to refresh the items in the carriage.

After thinking for a long time, Sigmund finally chose to absorb energy.

Amidala's arm is already the best transcendent item he can obtain so far, and the arm's increase in his strength is also extremely obvious, but this part of the strength does not come from itself after all.

The battle on Cross Street not long ago made Sigmund aware of the importance of extraordinary level.

Item support is very important, but one's own strength is the last word.

The level must be improved, but many items are not necessary, and corresponding trade-offs should be made, preferably interspersed.

As soon as he thought about it, the energy in the hourglass decreased rapidly, and at the same time, the spiritual power in his body increased rapidly. After a little trial, he stopped.

Energy absorption can wait until he is out of the predicament in front of him.

Sigmund roughly sensed that after entering the third level, the upper limit of spiritual power growth will increase significantly, if only relying on the passage of time to accumulate slowly.

Then the spiritual power he needs to advance to level 4 will take a lot of time.

Of course, his promotion time is only relative to the previous promotion speed, and it is still many times faster than other extraordinary people.

In addition, in this battle, Sigmund did not gain nothing.

After crushing Mr. Tree's body, the blood mist in his left arm exploded, frantically devouring the flesh and blood essence of Mr. Tree's body.

This is all the flesh and blood vitality contained in a Tier 6 star sage. After absorbing this part of the power, the changes on the surface can hardly be felt, but at a deeper level, Sigmund has the illusion that the sleeping giant is about to be awakened.

Perhaps with enough power accumulated, the third form of Amidala's arm will be revealed.

He spread out his left hand, and there was a wrinkled stone the size of a black peach pit, which was the only remnant left after devouring most of Mr. Tree's flesh and blood.

The surface of the stone is densely packed like a honeycomb-like network structure, and each depression is shining with luster of different colors. The interlacing of light makes this stone give people an illusion like a living thing no matter from which angle it is viewed.

In fact, it was indeed an organ in Mr. Tree's body.

The eyes of the stars.

[The shriveled eyes of the starry sky]: The alienated tissue comes from the brain of the 6th-level starry sky sage, and it is one of the ways for the starry sky sage to peep into the mysterious void of communication.

Today, the eyeball is lifeless and its connection to the void is severed, but in the hands of some powerful alchemists, this extraordinary item may play an unexpected role.

Put the eyeball into a wooden box and bring it to the Nightmare Wagon.

Although there is still a lot of energy left in the hourglass, if he can't figure out where he is now, even if he drives the carriage until the energy is exhausted, he may still face a vast sea.

So if he wanted to get out of the current predicament, he had to think of another way.

At this moment, the tip of the pen trembled slightly. Sigmund knew that someone was contacting him from a distance. Who could it be, little fat Harris?