The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"You still need a weapon now." Leaving the broken starry sky secret realm, the two returned to Abetus. At this time, the sun in Abetus had just risen, and the whole city ushered in a brand new atmosphere in the morning light.

"There is no body or form, and if you can't touch him, you can never hurt him." Villamont reminded.

Sigmund nodded. The God Emperor can borrow the power of Nosferatu, and the destructive power is beyond doubt, but Sigmund believes that although he is not as good as the other party now, after hunting some gods, his power It must be improved to an unbelievable level.

The only obstacle is the strange state of the opponent. The funeral blade has been damaged in the previous battle, so a new weapon is needed before the final battle.

A weapon like a funeral blade.

This made Sigmund think of the world full of chaotic killings and blood, Maria's hometown, and now it's time to go to that world to take a look.

Only one night has passed, but after the news of Sigmund's promotion to the eighth rank was spread, everyone was still excited. More importantly, he can now borrow the body of the superior, just like the existence in the abyss, Empower others.

This can increase the fighting power of everyone in a short period of time. After a simple busy, Sigmund left the palace, entered the streets of Abetus, and walked to an inconspicuous wooden door.

Boom boom boom.

He knocked on the door, but he stood in front of the door for a long time without getting a response. After waiting patiently for a while, Sigmund knew that at this time of day, Maria would be wandering in the market of Abetus, She didn't need to buy anything, she just simply enjoyed the atmosphere surrounded by life.

But as long as he knocks on the door, it won't take long for Maria, who has been sensed, to return.

But this time, Sigmund stopped in front of the door for a long time.

The expression on his face changed slightly, and he reached out and pushed towards the wooden door in front of him.

A faint light flashed through the door, and the next moment Sigmund passed through the wooden door, crossed the space and entered the room on the top floor of the lighthouse, and then he saw Maria sitting on the back of the chair with her head hanging slightly, and...

Weapons dropped on the ground.

For a hunter like Maria, weapons are more important than life, so seeing this scene, Sigmund stepped in front of Maria.

He stretched out his right hand, grabbed Maria's chin, and straightened the girl's beautiful head. Maria's face was pale and her eyes were closed tightly, like a tired girl in a deep sleep.

At this time, although Maria was wearing a hunter outfit, she did not have the usual sharpness, and her whole body exuded an innate aristocratic atmosphere.

"The corpse should rest in peace..." Sigmund made a joke in a difficult voice. This was the first time the two met. When he disturbed Maria's long sleep, the girl in front of him gave a warning.

It was a similar scene, the same characters, but at this moment Maria closed her eyes tightly, letting Sigmund hold her cheek without any reaction.

With a slight trembling in his heart, Sigmund stretched out his other hand and put it on Maria's shoulder. The spiritual power in his body surged. After a while, his heart sank to the bottom.

It was cold and dead silent.

when is it

When fighting Gregory, when killing each other? Or when confronting the Sun Judge in the Kingdom of God in the Church, or in Nosferatu...

At this time, Sigmund discovered that even though he wanted to escape from the battle wholeheartedly, Maria had actively or passively participated in several fierce battles since he met him and was kidnapped into the chariot by himself.

He delivered a cryptic message, and it wasn't long before Villamont entered the room.

"please."

Veramont nodded, and came to Maria's side, a little bit of starlight gathered, penetrating Maria's body.

"How is she?" Sigmund asked eagerly. The repeated accidents and battles made him ignore Maria's condition for a while.

"She burned herself and fought to the last moment."

"What do you mean?" Sigmund asked.

"It's only now that I know what's special about her. She is different from us. As long as there is power in her blood, she will never die. Said, every battle is desperate."

"More importantly, due to unknown reasons, she has been consuming her own vitality and has never replenished any extra strength. The longer time passes, the weaker she becomes..."

"Now, with her strength exhausted, she has fallen into an eternal sleep."

"Will there be a time to wake up?"

"As I said, there is no permanent death for her. As long as she waits long enough, she will slowly absorb her strength, and there will always be a day when she wakes up." Villamont said.

"I see." Sigmund nodded.

Maria's race is special, their power comes from blood, and fighting is the most direct way to supplement it, but unfortunately, Maria, who has experienced too many hardships and bloody killings, has long been tired of this process.

She is instinctively resisting the capture of blood. She gained eternal life because of blood, but she also resists the filth bestowed by blood. She used to just want to exhaust her physical strength silently and die as cleanly as possible.

Only later, under the guidance of Sigmund, Maria regained the hope of living and the reason to fight, but she still stubbornly insisted on doing things that seemed ridiculous to others, until the last drop of blood was shed, and the last trace of life was exhausted. strength.

"I know how to save her." Sigmund raised his head, looked through the mottled light and shadow in the tower, and looked at the top of the clock tower.

"Ordinary blood is meaningless. Her body resists this kind of transformation. No matter how many people you kill, you won't be able to do it." Villamont reminded.

As an ancient god who has lived for many ages, he has done many cruel things. At this time, he reminded Sigmund not because of kindness and morality, but because he didn't want Sigmund to waste time doing useless work.

"I understand." Sigmund looked calm. Although some questions sound cruel, sometimes the weight between life and life cannot be measured simply by quantity.

"She needs the original blood, like the reborn mother who can contain all things, or... has the same origin as her."

"What are you going to do?" asked Villamont.

"I'm going to a place where there are the weapons you mentioned and the blood that can save Maria." The cloak behind him trembled, and Sigmund transformed into a hunter costume similar to Maria's. He bent down and picked it up. Maria dropped the weapon on the ground.

The weapon quivered, as if eager for the fight to save its master.

"Do you want me to help? Although I have lost the secret realm of the starry sky, I can still be regarded as a powerful eighth-order." Villamont said.

"Help me look after this city." Sigmund straightened the three-cornered hunting hat on his head.

"I'm going to the hometown of hunters."