The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Onila's apartment.

Sigmund frowned and sat at the table, looking at the messy writing on the paper. After getting the news from Ashley, he came to Ollila's residence immediately.

Opposite him, Onila was depressed, obviously the previous prophecy had brought her a lot of mental pressure.

Abetus fell into eternal night.

The sun no longer rises, and bloodthirsty and cruel beasts roam the streets. They huddle in dark corners, hide among the crowd, and wait for an opportunity to attack anyone who can be attacked.

The ground cracked, the city wall collapsed, and flames covered the entire block. Survivors fled in panic, the Duke's Mansion became ruins, Elam's palace collapsed more than half, piled up corpses everywhere, and the whole city fell into blood and chaos.

Looking at the scribbled words on the paper, Sigmund's fingers slowly tightened. Although his face remained calm, his heart felt heavy.

Past experience told him that all of what Onila predicted would become an unavoidable reality.

"Can you confirm the exact time?" He asked in a low voice.

"No." Onila shook her head first, then seemed to think of something, "It's snowing, and I saw snowflakes covering the entire city."

"It's mid-October now. According to the annual seasonal changes of Abetus, normally, snow falls after entering November, but this year's weather is slightly colder than previous years. If it is faster, it may also be at the end of October." It will snow." Ashley analyzed.

"That means we only have less than 10 days to find out all this and prepare for the coming disaster." Sigmund took a deep breath.

"Do you know the specific reason?" Ashley asked with concern when the two went downstairs.

"I can guess a little." Sigmund handed Ashley the paper on which Ornila narrated the prophecy dream, pointing to a section of it.

"It was a girl about seven or eight years old. Her small figure was deformed by heavy labor. The girl wore only a large burqa, and walked barefoot in a narrow alley in an unreasonable manner. Running fast..."

"He crushed the man's throat with his sharp teeth, chewed his skin, muscles and throat, and swallowed it into his stomach..."

"My eyes are bloodshot, and I let out a low growl when I run..."

Ashley looked at the detailed descriptions one after another, "It's blood thirst, are these ordinary citizens who have received blood treatment?!"

"Very likely." Sigmund nodded.

"Can everyone be identified?"

"No." Sigmund agreed, and then glanced at Ashley. "And it's meaningless to be able to determine their identities, because there are too many of them."

"We can't even announce the news to the outside world." He sighed. It wasn't the wild beasts that made Sigmund troublesome, but the fear that spread because of it.

This is an extraordinary world, and the evil gods wandering in the void have the opportunity to affect everyone. He simply can't imagine, when the fear accumulates and explodes, besides the normal death, how many supernatural events will be born in Abetus?

"Then what should we do?" Ashley was also at a loss.

Putting on his hat and picking up his cane, Sigmund jumped into the carriage, "Go to the Duke's Mansion. If some results are destined to be unchangeable, then we will try our best to minimize the damage."

In the room of the Duke's Mansion, everyone gathered together, and after listening to Sigmund's statement, everyone fell into silence.

"It's just a strange woman's dream, there's no need to be so worried, right?" Alec was the one who spoke.

"That's not a weird woman, it's from the extremely rare Moon Contractor during the First Empire. I didn't expect that there are still people who can inherit this contract." Ruben added.

"There has always been a rumor that they believe that the moon contract can spy on the origin of this world, and the things they observe cannot be changed."

"Whatever you see is immutable."

"It is said that during the period of the First Empire, the prophets of the empire at that time predicted the destruction of the First Empire, but even they themselves could not change the results they saw. The truth of the matter is that they were just observers, not reformers. "

"Then what should we do, do nothing and wait for Abetus to be destroyed?" Alec spread his hands.

"No, we have to work hard to do more around the results, because many times, a certain picture we see does not represent the whole truth. Before that moment comes, we still have many opportunities." Sigmund corrected road.

"What I'm worried about is not the chaos of Abetus, but the role played by the Oracle Church in this process. What is their real purpose?"

"I can guess a little bit about this issue." Appleyard said, "For the Oracle Church, the only obstacle preventing them from annexing Elam is Dressel, so this time, in addition to sending more Beyond the seventh level, their only solution is to let the eighth level descend on Abetus."

"Eighth step!" Everyone was silent.

"Give him to me." Dressel, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

"Are you sure?" Even Appleyard looked surprised.

"If there's only one, I'm sure!" Dressel said with firm eyes.

Hearing his words, everyone gasped, and even Sigmund, who knew Dressel best, looked at his teacher with incomparable surprise.

After the 7th level, every level is very different. Unlike the low-level, you can use some special abilities to make up the gap between each other. Every improvement after the 7th level is a qualitative change in the level of life. This gap is almost irreversible. . Sigmund really couldn't figure out what kind of cards Dressel still held in his hand.

Could it be Louis? He foresaw everything that was happening now, so he made preparations in advance? Or...the so-called treasure he took out from the head of the superior was not only one, but part of it was given to Dressel?

But no one thought Dressel was talking nonsense, because this man walks the talk and never disappoints those who trust him.

"Even if you can fight against an eighth-order, the battle between you can destroy this city." Apleiad continued, "So this battle must be transferred from Abetus."

"Can we make a huge star gate?" Ruben proposed his own idea.

"It's useless, the power of the eighth level can tear the passage to shreds the moment you enter the starry sky gate, and more importantly, if you can't find another place that can accommodate the eighth level, your starry sky gate will not be able to open. Appleyard sighed, "So this method, it won't work."

"Wait a minute." Sigmund raised his hand, "What if I can find a place that can accommodate the eighth order?"

"A fragment of an old world?!"

"Probably." Sigmund thought of the abyss containing the indescribable thing.

"Great, if there is such a place, maybe we can try it." Appleyard clapped his hands happily, "Of course, this is just the worst plan. Before that, we need to find out the church as soon as possible. The method of descending."

"Try to nip this possibility in the bud!"

"I will investigate immediately," Sigmund said.