The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

At this time, the red neck can't make an effective defense. At the critical moment, a transparent guardian spirit appears out of thin air. This is a powerful ability of the spiritual teacher. Strong damage.

But the bullet fired by Sigmund was blessed with the power of the ancient gods, so it became extraordinarily terrifying. The red-necked guardian spirit only slightly blocked it, and was easily torn apart.

Then the blood-red bullet pierced through the head.

Click! Boom!

Half of the red neck's skull was blown off, brain matter and blood splattered everywhere, but he only swayed but did not fall down.

The edge of the nightmare is the most chaotic place in the depths of a person's consciousness, which is equivalent to the realization of the chaotic value. The things here do not have the normal concept of life and death.

In the words of the Chinese people, it is more related to the demons and obsessions. If the thoughts are not clear, even if they are temporarily eliminated, they will be resurrected again in the days to come.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for an extraordinary person on the verge of collapse to return to normal, because these people have no way to fight against the madness in their consciousness through their own willpower and mental resistance.

Only Sigmund, he can use the nightmare carriage to enter the edge of the extraordinary's nightmare, and then use the simplest and most brutal means...

bang bang!

Two bursts, double barrels, fired the last 4 bullets with special power, and blasted into the red-necked brain.

When the gunfire ended, only a bald thick neck remained in front of Sigmund's eyes.

The upper part is evenly painted on the surrounding ground.

"Since psychological counseling is useless, let's solve it violently."

Sigmund originally planned to relieve the stubbornness and persistence in the red-necked heart through speech therapy, but in the end the conversation failed, and everything was resolved with the gun in his hand.

poof.

The headless body fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood on the ground moved at an extremely slow speed, which meant that Sigmund only eased the collapse of the red neck, and as time went by, he was very likely to go crazy again .

But it doesn't matter, Sigmund said that he can clean it regularly, and simply move his fingers to gain a level 5 combat power. Why not do it?

But the core problem has not been solved, the struggle of faith, the redneck needs to be completely reinvented.

Without the support of spiritual will, cracks began to appear on the walls and ground of the church, and the picture in front of him collapsed the next moment. Just when Sigmund was about to exit the edge of the nightmare, he jumped into the carriage and entered the deep dream of the red neck.

The sky was gray and dawn was approaching.

Accompanied by the sound of the bell, small figures in white robes walked into the church one by one.

On the high platform, a middle-aged man in a red clergyman's robe opened the book in his hand, while the hymn class on one side chanted loudly, and the surrounding candles were burning, everything seemed quiet and peaceful.

"Praise the goddess!" The priests prayed for every child who participated in the ceremony. They sang the greatness and brilliance of the goddess over and over again.

Among the crowd, a boy with a thick neck was especially serious.

At this time, the first ray of morning light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the light penetrated the glass of the church dome and shone on the statue of the goddess of dawn.

Seeing this scene, everyone gave devout praise.

No one noticed that Sigmund's figure quietly appeared beside the thick-necked boy.

"What did you see?" he asked softly.

"That's the holy light of the Goddess of Dawn, praise the Goddess." The boy looked ahead, letting the warm and slightly scorching light hurt his eyes.

"No, you're wrong." Sigmund squatted behind the boy.

"Open your eyes, observe carefully, forget about the statue, forget about the goddess, and follow the light to explore the source of this warmth..." Sigmund guided.

"Yes...it's sunshine, that's the sun!" the boy said hesitantly.

"Yes, you are right, that is the sun."

"So?" he continued.

The boy regained his composure, and the warm light penetrated his eyes and penetrated directly into his heart.

"Praise the sun!"

The next moment, the picture in front of him was torn apart, and when he came back to his senses, there was a faint sound of waves in his ears, and Sigmund saw the red neck sitting on the ground.

His body trembled, the red neck lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, the expression on his face seemed to be a different person.

"You...I...Captain?"

"What did you do to me?" My own memories flowed in my mind, clumsy, chaotic, life like a fool, walking dead, and bits and pieces related to the past.

I just met today, but for some reason, I have an inexplicable intimacy with the bald man in front of me, as if his voice was engraved in my mind a long time ago.

"What should I call you, red-necked Top or the mysterious fifth-order spiritual teacher?" Sigmund asked with a smile.

"I have already left the church, and my reputation within Akkad is comparable to the famous blasphemer Bellegarde, and now...the name is no longer necessary." Redneck shook his head and sighed.

"In this case, let's change to a new name."

"Alright, do you have any suggestions?" Redneck asked.

"Solar, the person who once had this name, is a brave man who did not give up the light in his heart after the world fell into darkness, and pursued his own sun." Sigmund replied.

"Follow your own sun?!" There was an inexplicable light beating in the eyes, and the red neck clenched his fists fiercely, "This is really a good name, thank you Captain, from now on there will be no Trump, only Solar!"

"Why didn't I think about it, why did I always struggle with the teachings of the Oracle Church? The sun gave us light, gave us hope, helped us dispel the darkness, and took away the cold..."

"I see, Captain, although I don't know how you can get me out of this out of control state, but you are like a ray of light shooting into my heart..."

"You are my sun!"

Looking at the excited red neck... No, it was Solal, Sigmund could only squeeze out a stick-like smile, "No, you are wrong, don't worship someone, if so, it is the same as the oracle What is the difference between churches?"

Sigmund replied pretendingly.

"What we believe in should be more noble things. The specific path needs to be gradually improved by you, but you need to remember a core idea..."

The red neck looked serious.

"Praise the sun!"

Hearing this sentence, Solal felt his scalp tingle, he felt that this sentence had exhausted all his ideals and wishes, "Yes, Captain, you are right!"

Boom!

Solar stood up, pushed open the wooden door of the captain's cabin, and strode to the deck.

His legs are close together and straight, his arms are straight and symmetrically pointing upwards to his shoulders, his fingers are close together, palms facing outwards, fingertips pointing to the sky diagonally upwards.

The power belonging to the fifth-level spiritual teacher enveloped the entire War God. He raised his head and recited the belief in his heart aloud.

"Praise the sun!"

Feeling the terrifying fluctuations in spiritual power, everyone stopped what they were doing, and their eyes widened as they felt the terrifying pressure from the red-necked body.

"what happened?"

"I was a fool when I went in, why did I become... a fifth-order when I came out?"

At this moment, everyone, including Robert, looked at Sigmund with unconcealable longing.

What the hell did the captain do to this fool?