The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

After hearing Sigmon's words, Villamont hesitated for a moment, "That is the core area of ​​the Church God Kingdom, I can't get there directly..."

"Then teleport to the nearest place." Sigmon looked at Villamont seriously, "Then, type in."

"Only by us?"

"I have to go, Villamont," he said, taking out a brilliant red crystal, "I have it, and you have fulfilled your promise, you owe me nothing now, but I beg You can help me one last time and take me there."

"Then leave the rest to me."

Veramont looked at the dazzling original blood, a trace of struggle appeared on his face, "I..."

"Here's something for you, you just need to take me there and show me a way, and the rest will help me solve Elan's blood plague."

Villamont mechanically accepted the original blood given by Sigmon, and he waited for this day for many years, "But here, the battle here is not over yet, if we leave..."

The Dragon Hunting Knights defeated the Conquest Knights head-on. Although the Conquest Knights were defeated, Brolin, as the head of the regiment, was still fighting tenaciously. In addition, the remaining three teams still maintained their combat effectiveness.

Especially the saints led by Gloria, they have the strongest overall strength, and they did not participate too much in the previous battles, and the Penance, although they lost some people in the battle with Maria at the beginning, But overall it still has a strong combat effectiveness.

As for Teresa, although she has gained the upper hand, it is obviously very difficult to keep everyone here.

Sigmund frowned, he raised his hand, and a sickle with a strange shape appeared in his hand.

"Then kill them first!"

Before he finished speaking, he came to Milk, the leader of the Ascetic Order. At the same time, Veramont also mobilized his power. The saints have different abilities, and it is very troublesome to cooperate. It is most suitable for him to come forward to divide and control.

On the whole, although Sigmund and others have an advantage in absolute combat power, the three opposite forces have formed a whole, which makes it difficult for them to break through in a short time.

"Fight for the goddess!" Milk, the leader of the ascetic order, stood in the middle of the crowd. He folded his hands and touched his shoulders with his fingertips. An illusory golden figure walked out of his body. Behind him, all the ascetic monks posed performed the same action.

The voices of the crowd were muffled, and traces of blood were seeping from the gray robes. Their bodies seemed to be suffering from great trauma, but the expressions on their faces were devout and quiet.

Those illusory golden figures gathered together, and in an instant, the auras of all the ascetic monks were connected, and in the sky above the entire team, a tall figure with a sun mark on his forehead appeared out of thin air.

"Accept the verdict!" Everyone moved in unison, and at the same time, the illusory light and shadow in the sky also responded. At this moment, with the strength of everyone gathered, the overall combat effectiveness of the entire team has far exceeded the normal one. eighth order.

"Sigmund, your battle armor!" Marek's concerned voice came from next to his ear. The Knights of War had been defeated, and Brolin led the remaining knights to tenaciously resist the attack of the members of the Knights of the Dragon Hunter. Lake took a few steps back, hiding among the crowd, and passed on the news to Sigmund.

He knew very well that Sigmund's strength was brought about by the combination of many factors. When he mentioned the dragon hunting armor, he naturally planned to get rid of it, and then increase Sigmund's power to the limit.

"No." Sigmund replied softly.

"Now, I'm already at the seventh level."

"You have integrated the power of the teacher?" This was the first thought that appeared in Marek's mind. When he said this, he did not blame Sigmund, because now Elan has been cornered .

"No." While saying this, Sigmund raised the funeral blade in his hand!

The moment he swung his weapon, a manic aura representing the most primitive energy was released from him.

Bang bang bang!

Everyone's hearts were beating wildly. At this moment, they seemed to see a beast that existed since the beginning of the world opened its huge mouth and let out its initial neighing.

"This is the power of the seventh order!" Apleiad, who was fighting not far away, sighed with emotion. Seeing the young figure wielding a scythe, Apleiad was in a daze before his eyes, and a familiar picture appeared in his mind. faces.

"Dressel, your choice is indeed correct." At this moment, he was very glad that Sigmund had chosen to be a hunter instead of a contract creator.

With Sigmund's talent in creating contracts, his future achievements will definitely surpass Teresa's, but Elan has no time. Compared with a high-level creator of contracts, what they need is someone who can support them. pillars of the nation's backbone.

【cut off】

The power in his body was poured into the funeral blade. When Sigmund's weapon swung down, Milk, who had gathered all the strength of everyone, felt a tremor inexplicably, as if he had sensed his emotions. The huge figure in midair, Let out a roar.

But the next second, when the weapon fell, Milk felt that an extremely important thing in his body was cut off.

After a while, noisy voices poured into his ears. He heard the sound of blood splattering and the pain of his companions behind him. He opened his eyes hard, and he saw the horror and surprise coming from all directions.

"What happened?!" There was only one last thought left in his mind, and the next second, the endless darkness completely engulfed him.

In reality, what happened on Sigmund's side made everyone subconsciously stop what they were doing, because everyone saw the collapse of the entire penance.

Just one blow disintegrated this powerful organization that had existed in the mysterious church for many years. With Milk's death, the huge phantom in the sky shattered, and powerful power was fed back to every ascetic monk present.

The strength of the ascetic monks will also cause more terrible disasters when they collapse.

"This kind of power..." Appleyard's voice trembled. He thought of Dressel who had fought against Ertan that day. While he was surprised by Sigmon's record, he also felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Kaka!

There were vertical and horizontal bloodstains on Sigmund's face. It felt as if his whole body had suffered a backlash from some kind of huge force. This was the price one had to bear for manipulating beast nature. The traces disappeared completely, and Sigmund waved his sickle and looked to the other side of the battlefield.

"A terrible hunter's contract!" Villamont sighed. He didn't know what had happened in the last month, but the young man in front of him had been completely reborn.

This is a real strong man who can influence the course of history.