The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Because they were planning to attack the southern waters of Elam at night, most of the military ships near the naval base gathered in the north of the island. At this time, the sea beasts rioted and attacked the ships, and the panicked military ships all chose to flee in the direction of the southern city of Elam.

According to this trend, these violent sea beasts may eventually destroy most of the ships, but most of them will also be close to the coastal cities.

The passing merchant and fishing boats, without the protection of warships, would have no power to fight back against these sea beasts. Noticing this, Sigmund took a few steps and rose into the air.

The transparent cyclone exploded under his feet, his body moved quickly at low altitude under the push, and it didn't take long to catch up with the raging monster.

With luck, after using the execution ability, Sigmund gained the ability to move the whirlwind from Sabic.

This ability can be used for low-altitude flight in addition to increasing movement speed during normal use.

It doesn't directly help combat effectiveness, but it makes up for one of Sigmund's current shortcomings.

Eight arms and legs swept across the sea, and the hard tentacles could easily penetrate the hull. The body of the octopus-like monster swelled a bit more than when it was in the cave, forming a distorted position around the body, and any sea beasts that approached would be infected and become Very irritable.

Suspended in mid-air, Sigmund noticed that the monster's head was distorted, and a blurry face could even be seen on the top. Reminiscent of the scene he saw in the edge of the nightmare, he seemed to understand something in a flash of inspiration. .

Lieutenant General Barbro's main consciousness may have been hidden in the monster's head, if that's the case...

"Then I still have a chance to get an answer from him!"

Thinking of this, Sigmund swooped down on the cyclone, noticing the little fly in the sky, and raised his thick arms and legs to slap Sigmund.

Even with the hardened Arm of Amidala, Sigmund didn't want to be hit by such a behemoth. He saw the opportunity, transformed his cane into a long whip form, pierced one of the monster's arms, and moved his body laterally Dodge the attack and then land on the monster.

The surface of the monster's body was covered with a layer of transparent mucus, and Sigmund couldn't bear any force when he stepped on it. He stabbed out the harpoon held in his left hand, fixed his figure slightly, and then threw out the long whip in his right hand again.

After repeating this, several ups and downs came to the top of the monster.

Getting closer, Sigmund could see it more clearly. A face the size of a wheel appeared on the monster's head. At first glance, it looked somewhat similar to Lieutenant General Barbro.

The nightmare carriage appeared out of thin air, the bell rang crisply, and the scene in front of him changed drastically. Sigmund pulled a tyrannical consciousness into the dream space.

In the blue sky and the sea, what appeared in front of him was a crooked figure covered with fish scales, animal hair, and pustules. It was Pablo who was out of control.

"Sure enough!" Sigmund was overjoyed. When he saw Pablo, he summoned the carriage again, got on the carriage skillfully, and pulled the reins.

A passage of flesh and blood appeared in front of his eyes, and the horse's hooves stepped lightly. Sigmund drove the carriage into the edge of Pablo's nightmare.

The burning sky, the brilliant brilliance in front of his eyes, this familiar scene reminded Sigmund of his own experience in the memory palace.

"here it is……"

Crashing, the sound of the sea hitting the shore came from his ears, and the burning sky and the brilliant brilliance all disappeared. Turning his head, Sigmund saw a large area of ​​dark buildings.

fishing village.

A dilapidated fishing village, the houses here are built partly from timber and partly from clay mixed with broken shells.

Big or small, shells of different colors are like a sarcoma of different shapes on the wall. From a distance, they are densely packed, which reminds people of the raised meat buns on the body of the out-of-control person. People feel unwell.

Sigmund understood that what he had previously intervened in belonged to the spiritual world of that extraordinary creature, and the village in front of him was the edge of Pablo's nightmare.

Stepping towards the direction of the village, the sand under his feet was soft, but within a few steps, a turbid liquid oozed out of the sand. The stinky black liquid reached his ankles, and the stench was pungent. Wandering in it, the water waves oscillated, and the liquid was like Living things in general.

Just when Sigmund was about to launch his ability to fly into the air, the stench of liquid seeped into the sand again, and his feet became dry again, and there was no liquid left on his ankles.

Entering the fishing village, an inexplicable mental pressure rose from his heart. Looking around, Sigmund could not see half a person, but for some reason, every house in the fishing village, every invisible corner and crevice, seemed to be hidden. with a prying eye.

Feeling restless, Sigmund even had the urge to completely destroy everything in front of him.

After walking forward for a certain distance, he still couldn't find any living creatures in the fishing village, but at this moment, there was a strange whining sound in his ears, besides which there were subtle tearing and chewing .

"It's so annoying...don't grow any longer."

After walking a few steps quickly, through a narrow alley, Sigmund saw a hunchbacked figure facing him.

The man lowered his head, his gray hair covered most of his body like roots, his arms were surprisingly thin, almost only a layer of shriveled and wrinkled skin remained, and his dark nails were digging at his body.

Sometimes he would peel off a scale, sometimes he would tear off a piece of skin covered with animal hair, and more often he would pull out thin flesh worms from the pores.

Paji.

Paji.

The thumb rubbed against the index finger, and the meat worm's body was crushed, leaving a black-red liquid on his palm.

Sigmund stopped in his tracks. The superficial dream represents fantasy and absurdity, while the deep dream reflects a person's memory and reality.

So what about here?

As if aware of Sigmund's arrival, the weirdo suddenly stopped what he was doing, and then slowly raised his head, his gray hair parted from both sides, revealing his face.

A void.

His cheeks are like a watermelon that has been hollowed out by someone, without facial features or flesh, and in the hollow of the sunken area, there are stamen-like flesh whiskers.

A large cluster of fleshy whiskers swayed protrudingly, as if observing Sigmund.

"It's so uncomfortable." A hoarse voice sounded, without a mouth, and the transmission of the voice was entirely dependent on the friction of the twisted whiskers, "Prince Louis, it's curiosity that killed me. I shouldn't have watched it, I shouldn't have watched it!"

"It's eating my flesh, save me, who can save me?!"

"Ah... it's starting again, it's starting again."

The body twisted, and the weird man thrust his hands into the hollow skull, and those wriggling tendrils suddenly became as sharp as steel needles, and then swallowed the strange man's thin body completely.

There was only an empty skull left in the air.

At this time, a breath that did not belong to Barbro was released from the hollow skull. Stimulated by this breath, Sigmund's left arm was torn, and the arm of Amidala entered the awakening state.

That feeling was like a sleeping ancient god, aware of the gaze from a superior.