The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The surrounding vegetation withered, the square became dilapidated, and bloody feathers were scattered on the ground. The figure with his back facing him was kneeling on the ground at this moment, his body was shaking, and his mouth seemed to be tearing something?

The clean and white church became mottled, large stains and cracks appeared on the surface of the wall, and blood-red finger-thick vines appeared in the gaps.

Dangdang.

The dull bell rang non-stop, and the sound penetrated the eardrum and pierced deep into the brain, making people feel agitated.

Sigmund walked forward, and the figure kneeling on the ground didn't seem to hear the movement behind him until Sigmund brushed past him.

At this moment, that figure suddenly sprang up like a beast, its mandibles were extremely wide open, and its protruding eyeballs were full of madness.

Boom!

With a random kick, the collarbone shattered, and the beast-like figure flew nearly ten meters away and fell to the ground without life. The next second, the opponent's body turned into a wisp of black smoke, and was pulled into the depths of the church while spinning. .

Walking forward, Sigmund came to the door of the gray-black corrupt church, the steps were covered with fallen leaves, and the passage behind the main entrance seemed to lead to the underground abyss.

The horseshoes were brisk, and the two horses pulled the carriage to Sigmund's side, took out the weapon from the carriage and carried it with him.

This is the edge of a red-necked nightmare, which is equivalent to a weird spiritual world. Normally, Sigmund's weapon cannot appear as a spiritual carrier.

But with the nightmare carriage as a transformation, Sigmund can actually make his own weapon appear on the edge of other people's nightmares.

With a gun in his left hand and a bat in his right, he walked into the black passage.

There were muffled murmurs in the ear, and the passage was not completely dark, and there were rows of exquisite murals hanging on the wall next to it.

He saw the birth of a child, was baptized in a country that believed in the Goddess of Dawn, grew up and studied, and then became a priest logically.

That child grew up, completed the enlightenment, and became an extraordinary person. As his strength improved, he began to gradually come into contact with... the truth of the world.

The darkness before the morning light is so pure, and there are too many evils hidden in the places where the morning light cannot shine.

Faith collapsed. Faced with all this, a devout believer examines his heart for the first time, and two roads appear in front of him.

It is an unconditional belief.

Still sober and crazy.

He chose the third way, completely closed his heart, and let his body live like a walking dead before he thought about this issue clearly.

Seeing all this, Sigmund also guessed the cause of the matter.

Before this, he had been exposed to many incidents of extraordinary out-of-control, Benet's hysteria, Albert's struggle from inner desire, and Pablo, who was eroded by evil forces.

But the person in front of him was different from them.

He is sane and insane.

Because his loss of control was not due to the accumulation of his own negative emotions, but the ray of light that he had always believed in chasing was extinguished.

That's a breakdown of faith.

Passing through the long dark corridor, what appeared in front of Sigmund was a standard church of the Goddess of Dawn. A man in a tattered red robe knelt on the ground. No, that was not a red robe, but one stained red with blood. White clothes.

And the chaotic whispers that Sigmund heard before came from the man in front of him.

He knelt down on the ground, his back was exposed, and he raised his hands. With the sound of friction, the bone whip slapped his back, and blood and flesh splattered, exposing the white bones.

Exhale and inhale.

The injury on his back was slowly consolidating, and then the next round of slapping came, and the man was always in extreme pain.

Beside him on the floor was a large pile of long whips made of various materials, densely packed into a large group, and the number was astonishing.

In front of the man stood a stone statue of the Goddess of Dawn. Like an ordinary church, the face of the Goddess of Dawn was blurred, but the place where the eyes were originally was pierced, and there was muddy blood oozing out of it.

"Dawn, Faith, Light..."

The man muttered in a low voice, his voice was sometimes happy and sometimes painful, but most of it was confused.

The Oracle Church in this world is completely different from the religious organization in Sigmund's previous memory.

In the final analysis, this is a powerful extraordinary organization, and extraordinary means trampling and destroying the rules. What they believe in is not some lofty idea, but a... God.

God is real in this world.

As if he heard footsteps behind him, the man stopped torturing himself, and he turned around slowly, revealing a strange face.

His face was full of madness, but his eyes were as calm as a lake.

Redneck Trump.

Who would have thought that it was himself who caused the red neck to go out of control.

"Who are you? Why did you appear in my world?"

"Get out, get out, I'm not ready, I'm not ready to spread the glory of the goddess..."

"You can't." Sigmund sighed.

"No, it's because my heart is not calm enough, I haven't figured it out yet!" He tapped his head vigorously, and a half-broken candlestick appeared in the red-necked hand. He pushed hard, and the sharp point on the candlestick pierced Temple, nailed deep into the brain.

"I need to calm down, get out, don't bother me!"

"Since you have realized the mistakes of the church, why don't you correct them? Should you believe in the gods given to you by others, or the gods in your heart?" Sigmund asked word by word while standing in front of the red neck .

"I told you, get out!" Redneck was stunned for a moment, but then the last gleam of clarity in his eyes completely disappeared. His body suddenly swelled to a height of three meters, and the blood-colored robe behind him turned into a membrane.

After shaking slightly, the blood beads on it hit Sigmund like a bullet.

Sigmund took half a step back, and at the same time as the hardening was completed, he flicked his right hand lightly, and the cane transformed into a long whip shape, clinging to the ground and circling behind the red neck. At the same time, he raised his left hand, and spiritual power poured into the Among the rose patterns.

Zhanlan Rose roared angrily, and the bullet infused with spiritual power tore through the defense of Redneck's body, making two deep holes in his chest.

pain! Pain!

He let out a scream, and at the same time, there were intensive impact sounds on the surface of Sigmund's body.

Woo!

The red neck screamed strangely, and raised his hand to pat Sigmund, but before Sigmund could react, there was a sharp pain in his body, and his whole body was sent flying by the violent force.

"What's going on, his attack... No, it's not his attack, it's my perception that's wrong."

【Shackles of Perception】

Put a mental shackle on the target to reduce its perception of the outside world, including but not limited to hearing, vision, smell and anticipation of danger.

"Yeah, this guy's loss of control is completely different from other people's. Calmness and madness coexist, so most of the spirit teacher's abilities can be used normally."

"It's really difficult!"

While thinking, due to the slowness of perception and misleading of the senses, Sigmund made another misjudgment and was continuously slapped on the body by the attacks of the red neck.

The hardened defense on the surface of the body has reached the verge of collapse.

"In this case, I can only try to make you really go crazy."

【ignite】

Suddenly the mental shackles disappeared, and the red-necked body froze in place. He struggled to release a dispel on himself, and at this time Sigmund had completed charging.

The power of the ancient gods was activated, and the scarlet blood mist poured into the blue rose pattern.

Boom!

Like a cannon out of the chamber, a bloody bullet shot into the red-necked forehead!