The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

A new round of fighting has begun.

Sigmund's strength has steadily increased, and he can still barely cope with the situation in front of him, but Veramont's strength has declined, and his physical recovery has obviously been unable to keep up with the speed of the trauma. When the second cycle ends, his body is full of fatigue , What's more terrible is that Veramont's spirit also began to appear abnormal.

"Did you live a comfortable life for too long, making you unable to adapt to high-intensity battles?" Sigmund half-joked. After two consecutive melees, the two had accumulated some friendship in the battles, and more importantly It was Sigmund who got Veramont's approval through his own strength.

At least in this environment, his seventh-level hunter was obviously stronger than the eighth-level Veramont.

"It's not about the battle, it's about the environment here... the atmosphere that pervades the entire space." After finally gaining a breath, Villamont quickly recovered from his injuries, and at the same time, he did not give up his observation of the surrounding space.

"I have checked every inch of space here. Believe me, among all people, no one understands space better than me. Even if I can't connect with the starry sky, most of my abilities are still there. I'm sure. There is no place to hide in this space..."

"In other words... the original blood is not here."

"I'm afraid so." Villamont nodded.

"Then how do you explain these people's strange conditions and death cycle?" Sigmund asked.

"I don't know." Villamont stood up, took a short breath, and he recovered from his injuries, "Returning to the topic just now, I said that this is a trap, but the biggest problem is not with Blair and others, but with Blair and others. It’s this space, the influence that’s been exerting on me all the time.”

"Now I finally understand why they have become like that. Even if there is no external interference, my spirit will be polluted after staying here for a long time, and this is what makes me puzzled."

"I can't find the original blood, but the influence exerted by that thing still exists. Fighting is not enough to break my spirit, but if it continues, one day, my spirit will be completely polluted. At that time, I will lose myself and be resurrected here infinitely in a distorted state."

"It may be for this reason that Blair chose to commit suicide before he was completely polluted. From their point of view, killing me is really a kindness."

While the two were talking, the tide in the sky swept in, and the third round of death cycle started.

"Let's see who can last longer!" Villamont let out a breath, and took the initiative to greet him, and Sigmon followed closely behind.

During the battle with the Tomb King, Veramont was cursed before death, and has not recovered until now. Now, his strength has been depleted, and he is already very strong to be able to persist until now.

As for Sigmund, he is a complete exception.

Fighting, fighting, in this environment, if there is no way to curb the chaos value, it is difficult not to be affected by the spirit, and after the end of the third cycle, Veramont's breath decays very badly, it is foreseeable that at most If he insisted on two more cycles, he would be unsustainable.

The sea water that fell from the sky swept away everyone in the city, leaving not even a trace of blood. Seeing this scene, Sigmund's heart moved, and a thought suddenly popped up.

"Is there a possibility...the original blood did not gather together, but was scattered in countless copies and stored in everyone's body? It is for this reason that all people can be resurrected here infinitely, and every time When the cycle is over, the blood from the corpse will be taken away."

Villamont's eyes lit up, "Good guess."

"So how can we extract everyone's blood?" While waiting, Sigmund fell into deep thought. At this moment, Sigmund felt that some kind of power hidden in his body had completely calmed down. He understood that this meant that he had completely controlled the blood. The power of the seventh level.

Although they are both beasts, Dressel moved forward with difficulty, lost his best friend, lost a certain extremely precious memory, and struggled alone, so in the end, he became a sad beast.

Then Sigmund, while he completely mastered the seventh-level power, he also found the power with his own special attributes.

confusion.

After figuring it all out, a flash of insight flashed in his mind. Along with the surging seawater in the sky, before the fourth cycle came, the nightmare carriage appeared out of thin air without Sigmund calling.

The horseshoes were crisp, and when the tall, pitch-black nightmare carriage surrounded by black smoke appeared in front of Veramont, this strong man who claimed to have mastered the power of space to the limit was completely speechless.

"What is this?" Of course he understood that what appeared in front of him was not a simple extraordinary item, which could break through the power of the rebirth mother, which was beyond his cognition.

"Who are you?" He looked at Sigmund with a strange look.

"Villamont, you have to get out of here."

In the past, the Nightmare Carriage could only come, but not go, but now, when Sigmund completely gained a foothold at the seventh level, the power of the Nightmare Carriage has also been improved.

"What did you say?"

"I can send you out of here. With your current state, you can't last two cycles."

"how about you?"

"I have to stay. I can't find the original blood. Alan will die a lot of people."

"What are you going to do?"

"I already have some ideas." Sigmund smiled, "Don't worry." He patted the carriage beside him, "I can still escape if I can't beat it, but I won't leave until it's absolutely necessary."

Villamont had complicated eyes.

"I owe you my life."

"Then help me guard that city before I go back."

"I promise you." Villamont promised.

At this moment, the compartment of the Nightmare carriage opened, and a figure jumped out, "What's going on?" Maria asked.

"Something happened." The tide hit, and the fourth cycle was about to come. Sigmund quickly explained, "Leave together, leave this place to me."

"I can stay and help you." Maria popped out the weapon in her hand.

"No, it's more convenient for me to do what I'm going to do next."

Seeing that the sea water was about to fall, Sigmund quickly sent Maria and Villamont to the carriage. He walked to the carriage, patted the head of the black horse, and then spit out a word.

"Abetus."

The next moment the carriage started, an illusory figure appeared on the steering seat, and then the nightmare carriage stepped into the void and disappeared before Sigmund's eyes.

But at this time, the sea water fell and the sky was turned upside down.

After an unknown amount of time, the scene in front of him changed. This time, he did not appear on the busy street, but in the warm compartment of the Nightmare carriage.

The two of Maria had already been sent back to Abetus by him. The carriage of the Nightmare carriage was warm and clean. Sigmund stretched tiredly and saw everything in chaos outside through the window.

But even though his carriage was parked by the side of the road, everyone in the city turned a blind eye to him.

He sat comfortably on the sofa, took out a bottle of good wine from his collection, took a big gulp, burped, lay down and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already entered his own chaotic world.

At this time, in his chaotic world, the whole city has undergone great changes.