The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Rumble!

The defensive barrier of the White Rose Church made a piercing roar, and the church and the surrounding ground seemed to sink a little under the impact, but it only persisted for a moment, the thunder and lightning raged, and the big ax in the hand of the dragon hunting armor struck out again.

Boom!

The defensive barrier shattered in response, and a large hole was cracked in the dome of the White Rose Church, and the figure of the dragon hunting armor, like a demon god, fell into the crowd.

The weapon in his hand swept across, and his whole body spun at a high speed. The gathered warrior knights were helpless in the face of the attack from the dragon hunting armor. The armor on their bodies was smashed like paper. In the center of the main hall of the church, a flower of death bloomed.

"Who is it?!" The archbishop's face changed wildly. As a saint, he also mastered a part of the power of the seventh level, and his body instantly blurred. , the black smoke condensed, and Sigmund's black knight revealed his figure.

At this time, Sigmund had stepped into the seventh level, and under his frenzied accumulation, the Black Knight had been raised to an unimaginable level. The ordinary seventh level was by no means the opponent of the current Black Knight.

And if the Trinity combines the power of itself, the black knight and the dragon hunting armor, at this time Sigmund can already reach the seventh level of invincibility.

The archbishop stepped forward, but in the next second, a huge sense of oppression descended from the sky.

boom!

The black knight instantly ignited the chaos value of everyone in the audience, and in an instant, all extraordinary people except the archbishop fell into the brink of madness.

In the gaps in the black knight's armor, like strands of black smoke covered the entire venue. Under the envelope of black smoke, the already mad Transcendent completely lost control.

As for the saint-level archbishop, he didn't even last three rounds under the black knight's iron fist.

The virtual body shattered, the black knight held the archbishop's neck tightly, and Sigmund fell from the gap and walked in front of the archbishop.

"You... who are you?" The archbishop struggled hard. He felt an invisible force penetrated into his brain from the knight in black armor, imprisoning his entire spirit.

With a flexible grasp of the chaos value, after leveling up, Sigmund can already do many unimaginable things through the chaos value, just like now, in a state of high chaos, he can even affect a saint.

"I am from Elam," Sigmund replied.

"So it's you... Dressel's student!" The archbishop's eyes flashed with horror, "You dare to leave Elan, haha, you arrogant guy, you will die in the north!"

"Who knows what will happen in the future?" Sigmund smiled nonchalantly, "But at least one thing is certain, no matter what happens, you will never see it again."

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Dore's Palace.

King Dolei sat on the throne with a pale face. Not long ago, news came from the direction of the port that a powerful transcendent appeared, sank all the warships near the port of Galaris, and destroyed the nearby shipbuilding and arsenal. tracked.

"Haven't you found out yet?!" He roared sharply. Dolei suffered heavy losses, but he knew nothing about the attacker's identity, origin, and specific level of strength. This sense of unknownness and powerlessness made him feel fear.

At this moment, there was the sound of messy footsteps outside, and then the door was knocked open.

"Your Majesty, it's bad! Something happened, the White Rose Cathedral... was destroyed!"

"What?!" The king stood up abruptly.

"Not only the White Rose Cathedral, but other churches in Glaris were attacked. The church was destroyed, and the statue of the Goddess of Dawn was torn down... Someone saw the archbishop being dragged away by the neck."

"Someone saw a tall and handsome young man in the ruins of the church. Some said it was a monster over three meters tall. Others said it was a knight with black smoke around his body."

"I know who he is!" A voice suddenly came from the room, and then a phantom appeared beside the king.

"Who is it? Can you fight him?" King Dore asked in a panic.

Appearing next to the king was a tall and thin man. The man's whole body was wrapped in a four-finger-wide gray cloth strip, only a pair of stern eyes were exposed.

"Although I don't know what the armor is, but according to the description, that black smoke-like knight-like figure... If I guessed correctly, it should be a black knight of the sixth level of the hunter's contract."

"Sixth rank?!" Hearing what the man said, the king heaved a sigh of relief, "It's the same rank as yours, so you can kill him?"

"I don't want to lie to your Majesty, I can't do it, this is someone I can't kill."

"Aren't you the most powerful assassins in the world? Why can't an assassin kill a superhuman of the same level?"

"Because we are different." The man smiled wryly, "The black knight is a special branch of the hunter's contract at the sixth level. As far as I know, only a few people in this world have walked this path, and this path The pioneer of the world is the Duke Dressel!"

"If the rumor not long ago is true, if that duke really has the ability to kill an ancient god, then his students, who have the same power inheritance as him, cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes."

The man's voice was heavy, "Although he is level 6, he may be able to compete against the ordinary level 7, otherwise it would be impossible to defeat Archbishop White Rose."

After hearing his words, the room suddenly fell into a strange silence. King Dolei looked around in horror, and he felt as if a pair of big hands would appear beside him at any moment, grasping his throat tightly.

"Who are you? I didn't expect to meet someone who understands the Black Knight in Galaris." Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded.

Slightly dazed, everyone noticed that there was a handsome young man in the room at some point.

Snapped.

The tall and thin man took a step forward and stood in front of King Dore.

"Guards!" the king shouted, crackling like a tomcat about to be gelded.

"Shut up!" The man snorted irritably, he had an inexplicable premonition that this was his last battle.

"Who are you?" He asked carefully while looking for an opportunity to attack.

"My name is Sigmund, the Duke Dressel you mentioned just now, he is my teacher, then you..." Sigmund replied, halfway through speaking, he suddenly noticed a carving on the dagger in the man's hand Weird texture.

A series of images flashed through his mind. He thought of the symbols he saw on the corpses outside the ruins of the First Empire, and Dressel's description of a certain period of history.

"So you are from that famous assassin organization."

"When I was young, I once fought against Dressel, and I was lucky to survive." The man stared at Sigmund and replied, "It was also at that time that I knew the horror of the Black Knight."

"Then you should be clear that the same luck will not happen a second time." Sigmund stared into the man's eyes, and beside him, the tall figure of the black knight appeared out of thin air.