The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"It's the Duke, the Duke is back!" Seeing Dressel appear, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.

Although Dressel looked bruised and bruised, one must know that he was facing an eighth-level ancient god alone. It was a blessing to be able to come back under such circumstances, and it was only normal to suffer a little injury. More importantly, does Dressel's appearance here mean that he has won the battle against that eighth-order?

"Teacher!" Sigmund also showed joy, but in contrast, it was the panic on the faces of Ferdinand and Ugo. The two looked at each other, and they didn't know what props they used. A beam of light pierced through, together with them. Disappeared in the Arena of Ancestors together with several priests around.

Swish!

Before leaving, Dressel waved his hand, and a scream came from the beam of light. When everything disappeared, two split corpses fell down in midair.

"How is your injury?" Appleyard took the initiative to greet him.

"There is a little trouble, but it won't kill me." Dressel smiled, "Let's go down, the battle is not over yet."

Appleyard took back the Arena of Ancestors, and everyone fell on the edge of the ruins of the palace, where Marek was leading people to rescue the guards and servants who were crushed in the ruins.

"Ertan is not dead." The Duke said, "He is an extremely powerful ancient god. The battle between the two of us destroyed that place. He can't stay in the real world for too long. He should have returned to the church by this time Kingdom of God, but I think that it won’t be long before he will descend here again through a ceremony.”

"How long do we have to prepare?" Appleyard said solemnly.

"Maybe an hour, but no more than a day at the latest."

"Is there any way to prevent his coming?" Charlotte came to Sigmund at some point.

"For so many years, the Oracle Church has never stopped transforming Abetus. In fact, they have adopted two sets of plans, the secret world and the real world. We closed the door to the secret world, but we can do nothing about the real world."

"Unless...unless we can kill all the people infected with bloodthirsty disease! But that is impossible, because there are too many of these people. Before we can finish killing them, the city may have been destroyed. "

"What's even more frightening is that if we really do that, the bloodshed and killings are likely to lead to even more terrifying changes, which will push the city to another extreme." Sigmund added.

"Everyone, go down and prepare." Dressel said suddenly, "What you have to do is to find a way to clear up the blood thirst as soon as possible, or you can screen out those infected people from the crowd. The existence of these people has changed Ah Betus' environment solves this problem, although it can't stop Ertan, it can stop the other eighth steps."

"As for Ertan, leave him to me." Dressel said firmly.

"Are you sure, Dressel?" Appleyard looked serious, "We have no way out."

"Don't worry, when have I let you down?" The Duke smiled, "You should know that I was at my strongest when I was in Abetus." His expression was relaxed, but for some reason, Sig Meng sees the heaviness that Dressel hides...

His heart sank violently.

Fighting against the ancient gods with a mortal body must pay a price.

The snow in the sky was still falling, and these snowflakes came from nowhere. Even though Newcomen and others blasted the clouds in the sky, the snow fell more and more.

The sun had risen at some point, but the entire city was shrouded in haze, making it impossible to feel a trace of temperature.

"Sigmon, come with me." Part of the injury on the Duke's body recovered, the gap on his chest healed, and the broken arm also grew back.

"Do I need to do anything to prepare?" Sigmund asked.

"No need." Dressel took Sigmund to the ruins of the duke's mansion, "have breakfast with me."

"Breakfast? Now?!" Sigmund looked surprised, but when he looked up at the expression in Dressel's eyes, he instantly understood something.

The entire Duke's Mansion had been completely destroyed in the battle between Dressel and Ertan, and he waved away the collapsed house. Dressel took Sigmund back to the original study in the Duke's Mansion.

The ground trembled, and a force cleaned up the surrounding sundries from the inside out, exposing the steel floor carved with runes. The ground sank slowly, and the two came to a room with wooden doors all over the wall.

Walking to one of the gates leading to the Royal Palace of Elam, Dressel put his palm on the gate, and after a while, all the gold on the gate faded away, revealing the original background color.

It looked like an ordinary ordinary wooden door.

"come in."

Pushing the door and entering, Sigmund was slightly taken aback when he saw the scene in front of him.

It was too familiar, and the display that only appeared in memory made him mistakenly think that he had returned to that world again, "This is Louis' secret room, and I will often stay here after he leaves." The Duke gave an appropriate explain.

"Sit down and eat."

Sigmund didn't speak. He found his seat skillfully. After sitting down, he didn't even need to turn around and pull out a pair of chopsticks. When he raised his head again, he saw the duke's half-smile.

"Sure enough." He just smiled and didn't say anything more. He threw away the tattered coat, changed his clothes, washed his hands, and sat opposite Sigmund.

"What's for breakfast?"

At this moment, the curtain made of hanging beads rolled, and a petite figure stepped out of it. Hearing the sound, Sigmund turned his head sideways, and then saw a woman backing away with her back to her body.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

He still remembered that when he used to take things out of the kitchen, he used his back to open the curtain and back out bit by bit, but besides being funny, he couldn't help but make a joke to Dressel, "I didn't expect that, you have been hiding people in your own room, no wonder the outside world doesn't have any gossip about you."

Dressel didn't explain, and a faint look of disappointment flashed in his eyes. At this time, the woman walked up to the two of them with food. Sigmund raised his head and saw the food on the plate.

Steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk.

"Louis likes to eat these things very much, and he also tried to promote these foods, but in the end he failed, because the people in Abetus are obviously not interested in these things." Dressel said, "But I Instead, I really like the food.”

Sigmund didn't speak. These few foods that were commonplace made him feel very friendly at this moment. He took the plate casually, then raised his head casually, and saw the woman's face clearly.

In the next second, his movements suddenly froze in place.

He saw a face without features.

"This is a very important person to me." Dressel's voice was full of melancholy, "but I can't remember what she looks like anyway."

Hearing this sentence, Sigmund's heart shrank suddenly.