The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Nosferatu, eternal night.

In the dark night sky, energy bursts from every corner of the city, and then gathers in the sky, hitting the core of the city.

Sigmund stood in the snow, on his left and right stood Villamont and Maria, and behind him were Abros and her followers.

"Let's start." Sigmund nodded at Villamont. There was a shortage of manpower, but the enemy was in the clear and we were in the dark. Their battle strategy was also very simple. First, they took the opportunity to sneak attack, destroy an energy tower, and kill the ancient guarding it. God, the whole process must be fast, and it should be easy to do by gathering the strength of everyone.

Next, it depends on a little luck. If the ancient god on the opposite side can quickly kill the second one without turning around, then don't count the god emperor guarding the central area. From the obvious point of view, the high-end combat effectiveness of both sides Flat.

Even his own side has a slight advantage. After all, the current Villamont is not what it used to be. Although there is no way to compare with his peak period, he is still much stronger than the ordinary ancient gods.

At this time, Sigmon's previous explosive power had been exhausted in the face of the Sun Judge. Not counting the extra power, he is now roughly the same as Dressel when he was fighting Ertan before.

If you count the funeral blade and Dressel's temporary help, Sigmund's combat effectiveness can also be ranked among the top among the six divine powers of the Oracle Church.

As for Maria, for some reason, Sigmund always felt that she was in a surprisingly good fighting state at this time. Perhaps the recent battle rekindled the hunting instinct hidden in her blood.

"Start with the weakest!" Villamont understood the meaning in Sigmund's eyes. He opened his hands, and the world in front of him was divided into two halves. In the transparent light curtain, an energy tower made of ice and snow appeared in the In front of everyone.

The next moment Sigmund stepped forward, in the dark night sky, the Funeral Blade flashed from his hand, with a slight swing of his arm, the folded sickle bounced off, and the pale bone handle looked extremely dazzling in the night.

His movements seemed to be very slow, his body stretched out, and after a short charge, the sickle came out of his hand.

The wind and snow all over the sky were split, and the waving sickle turned faster and faster, leaving only a circular afterimage in an instant. The rotating sickle was like a rising full moon. When it reached the highest point, Sigmund clasped his hands together, pouring the bestiality in his body into it.

【cut off】

At this moment, he felt the power of the funeral blade.

The weapon slashed out, crushing the energy covering the surface of the ice tower with an unreasonable attitude. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. With the shattering of the defense, the entire ice tower and Nosferatu The link between them was severed.

Amidst the roar, the ground sank, as if an invisible big hand had driven the entire ice tower into the ground from a high altitude.

"It's my turn." Sigmund broke the connection on the surface, and Veramont shot immediately. The cloak behind him shook, and the stars flickered, and then evenly covered the entire sky between the vibrations.

The dark night sky was lit up, and in the condensed starlight, a star tree grew from the sky, and then disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. At the same time, the space where the ice tower was located was torn apart, losing the most critical defense. The tall tower instantly collapsed, and a beautiful woman with blue skin jumped out of the falling ice sculpture.

But before the woman's figure completely flashed, Maria, who had been accumulating energy for a long time, made a decisive move. The bloody knife light covered the entire space, and the energy was compressed, and then slashed from the blue figure. .

laugh!

puff!

The body was shattered, and the woman who had been cut into several sections had no time to reorganize her body, and a figure jumped out of the blood flowing from the wound.

It's Ambrose, she is the eighth level of the filthy contract, named the filthy stone statue, her tall body has become like a sculpture, as soon as she appeared, she frantically sucked the blood of the broken ancient god. At the same time, Sigmund et al. also jointly launched the attack.

This poor ancient god didn't have time to resist, so all the elevators were extracted during the several cycles of rupture and repair.

From the beginning of the battle to the end, only a dozen seconds had passed.

At this time, a huge roar spread throughout Abetus.

"There is still a chance!" Villamont looked excited, and everyone cooperated tacitly, completely catching the opponent by surprise. The most important thing was Sigmon's destruction of the energy tower.

After being hit by his sickle, the rules of the object itself seem to be changed. This kind of ability to direct to the source, Veramont has only seen in those few Primes.

Although the sickle is not as strong as them, it already represents the original rules.

"I don't know where he got this weapon." Villamont secretly sighed. Apart from him, the most surprised people in the field were Abros and his followers.

Not long ago, in order to save themselves, they had launched a sneak attack. Under the leadership of Ai Boluosi and another eighth rank, everyone suffered heavy casualties, and more than half of the resuscitators gathered with great difficulty lost more than half. After a long time, they barely regained their confidence.

But now, in just ten seconds, a high tower collapsed in front of everyone's eyes. Even though it had been verified many times before, they didn't really recognize the identity of Sigmund's savior until now.

Just when everyone was surprised, Villamont had already broken through the space and led everyone to the next tower.

Sigmund shot decisively, and everyone cooperated perfectly. Just when they were about to kill the second ancient god, the light around the tower flickered, and a powerful aura spread. Seeing this scene, Veramont waved the cane in his hand.

【Space Blockade】

He is buying time for everyone.

There was a burst of light in Maria's eyes, and an abnormal blush flashed across her cheeks. Sigmund also suppressed the emotions in his heart, and danced the funeral blade again.

Ping!

The space sealed by Veramont shattered, and with a roar, a huge, ugly face made of spiritual power gathered from the sky.

"Villamont, is that you?!" Accompanied by this voice, a tyrannical atmosphere swept across the audience.

"The number one ancient god Hosimar!" Aibrosi said in a deep voice, "He is called the ancient god of destruction."

Sigmund felt a strong sense of oppression, but before the opponent's body arrived, he felt a power more terrifying than the Sun Judge, and this man obviously knew Veramont.

"Guard your tower!" Just as the body of the ancient god Hosimar was about to appear, a gentle voice spread everywhere, "I will deal with them."

"Obey, Your Majesty!" Hosimar, who was extremely irritable not long ago, became docile in an instant, and the tyrannical aura disappeared, leaving only his mocking voice in the end.

"Villamont, it is your honor to accept His Majesty's purification."

The turbulent energy disappeared, and a tall and thin figure appeared in the sky. You could see the handsome face under the brim of the opponent's hat, but Sigmund in the distance froze in place.

Because he had seen this face before, on the speeding nightmare carriage.

"Carriage, Church Emperor..." Sigmund's heart was beating wildly.

"He...could it be the driver?!"