The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The sun and the moon shine, the collision of darkness and light.

As soon as Sigmund came up, he fell into a disadvantage, but opposite him, the judge of the sun remained calm and calm.

"He's not one of those mutated ancient gods. His power here is complete." Villamont hurriedly reminded in the passage, his momentum rising steadily. At this time, Sigmund couldn't care less about responding, but even He tried his best, even if his death cycle was crazily improved, but in the final analysis, Sigmund at this time was only at the seventh level.

As for the Sun Judge in front of him, he showed eighth-level combat power, but according to Veramont, when the Sun Judge stands here, the energy reserve he can mobilize is very likely to be infinitely close to the ninth level.

The healing of the sun, the increase of the holy light, the solidification of the spirit, the body spirit, and the sun judge have no shortcomings. Veramont is right, at least here, this is an almost invincible enemy.

If only relying on Sigmund's own strength, even with the particularity of the funeral blade, he would not be able to defeat the Sun Judge, but before launching the attack, Sigmund had already made preparations.

Power was injected into the right hand, the familiar breath spread, the secret eye hidden in the flesh and blood shimmered, and the power sleeping in it was activated. Immediately afterwards, an illusory figure appeared beside Sigmund.

It's Dressel.

"You are already at the seventh level, Sigmund." Dressel's illusory body clenched the scythe tightly, "Let's fight together."

The friendly voice echoed in his ears. At this moment, Sigmund felt a new strength injected into his body.

Before he entered the seventh level, every time he used the power of the secret eye was a waste, but now, when he stood at the same height as Dressel, he had the qualification to officially use this power.

So in an instant, Sigmund's body was equivalent to superimposing all the power of a sad beast out of thin air, and before death, Dressel at that time was infinitely close to the eighth level.

boom!

The power is like a torrent, the full moon is in the sky, the darkness engulfs the light at an extremely fast speed, but this is still not the end, with Dressel's phantom body helping to manipulate the funeral blade, Sigmund's hands are released.

His pupils brightened and then darkened, his horseshoes were crisp, a chaotic world descended, and a voluptuous figure appeared.

Witch Blair.

deep sea.

beast.

And many chaotic bodies that have struggled for countless years in the death cycle space while being imprisoned.

"It's not just a rescue... it's a revenge."

In that chaotic world, Sigmund experienced a long fight, but unlike before, those guys who were struggling in the death cycle, when they really died in Sigmund's hands, they looked relieved.

"It's time to fight back!"

Sigmund's hands gripped the scythe again, and then he activated the two unique abilities of the funeral blade.

【Funeral】

【cut off】

"What is this?!" Villamont, who was in the space channel, let out a sigh of emotion. He couldn't see the chaotic world coming, but he could feel many familiar breaths. At this time, Sigmund's explosion Strength has completely exceeded a normal category.

That's not the power of one person.

but a city.

The light behind the sun judge was bright, but the darkness swept everything with an unrivaled momentum. In the end, the sun was cut into pieces, and the magnificent palace was broken. Amidst the shaking of the earth, from the ruined palace, a round of The bright full moon rises slowly.

Rumble!

The accident that broke out here spread to the entire Church Hill. Compared with the damage caused by Sigmund not long ago, the split of the temple at this time brought a devastating blow.

The towering mountain began to collapse from the inside, as if a domino had been pushed down, and the collapse began to spread to the entire Kingdom of God at an extremely fast speed.

How close the connection is at the beginning, how terrible the loss will be when disaster strikes.

Destruction is only a matter of an instant.

At this time, in the core area of ​​the battle, the Sun Judge's body was chopped into pieces under Sigmund's attack, and the only intact metal mask was bounced off, landing not far in front of Sigmund.

On the back of the mask, Sigmund saw a familiar trace of blood. At this moment, he suddenly understood why the afterimage of the Mother of Rebirth reminded him to go to the Sun Judge to find the way into Nosferatu.

He bent down and picked up the mask on the ground and put it away.

When he stood up, the damaged hall and Sun Judge's broken body seemed to be trying to recover.

But there is a strange force lingering in the whole space, that force hinders the recovery of the sun judge, and seems to want to push him into the abyss of death step by step.

This is a funeral.

"Ah... ho..."

Painful screams came from every corner of the damaged hall. It felt as if this hall was the main body. With the shattering of the Sun Judge's body and the main hall, the hidden, real main body was about to be exposed. .

"Let's go!" Villamont urged.

At this time, the corpses of the Sun Judge were pieced together. Without the mask, he revealed an empty face, with a pair of skinny and slender palms protruding from the edge of the face, and then, a long tail, top A woman with half a delicate face squeezed out of it.

"What is this?!"

The maggot-like body of the woman made Sigmund feel uncomfortable. Only half of her face remained human, and the rest of her face looked like maggots magnified tens or hundreds of times. When crawling on the ground, they dragged out A piece of slime.

"Oh, Veramont, my dear Veramont, look at your eyes, have you forgotten me?" The woman laughed exaggeratedly, "Didn't you say that I am the most beautiful person you have met in several epochs?" A beautiful woman?"

"So now, are you still willing to hug me and kiss me?"

Seeing this woman, Villamont's face turned ashen, and he uttered a word in a difficult voice.

"sun……"

Sigmund's face changed slightly, and he remembered what Veramont had said during the battle with the Tomb King, "Is she the Goddess of Dawn?"

"That's right."

"I thought... you said that the Goddess of Dawn was fictional, created by the sun that was killed, and I thought the God Emperor of the church was..."

"I think so too." Villamont stared blankly.

"Don't you know?" The Sun Judge, or the maggot-like Goddess of Dawn, taunted, "You are just cowardly and dare not resist him, how ridiculous, if it weren't for this broken body, I might never appear one day .”

"Haha, the so-called Goddess of Dawn... I really want those believers to see what I look like now." The woman's body squirmed, and the ugly body covered with fluff split open, oozing a yellow-green liquid.

"It's great, I can finally die now!" After saying the last sentence, the woman's body exploded, the ground trembled, and the entire space collapsed completely.

"Let's go," Sigmund said to Villamont, taking one last glance at the crumbling hall before leaving.

"From today, the dawn of the Oracle Church will never come."

Above his head, there is eternal darkness, and the full moon is in the sky.