The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Sigmund jumped into the carriage, and the others stepped into the carriage. The void swallowed the Nightmare carriage and reappeared in a snow-covered city.

Nosferatu.

The night here is still dark, and the whole city is silent, but after a simple glance at Sigmund, he quickly finds out that something is wrong. He can't feel any vitality in this sleeping city.

This is not an eternal night city, but a dead city.

The door of the carriage opened, and other people appeared on the street. Ambrose jumped into the air, a blood-red halo filled the air, and Veramont's body was shining with stars. Then, with the help of the cold wind, he was sent into the Thousands of households.

Casually walking into a nearby dwelling, Sigmund saw women and children hugging and sleeping on the bed, with quiet and peaceful smiles on their faces, as if they had experienced extremely beautiful things in a dream.

But their bodies were as cold as a piece of rotten wood, unable to feel any vitality.

"Everyone is dead."

"It's not that simple." Veramont shook his head after checking, "What they decayed was their flesh, but their spirit may have achieved a certain sense of immortality."

"In a dream?" Sigmund added.

"The plan of the Oracle Church has succeeded." Ambrose fell from the sky. After all, Sigmund had been delayed for too long in another world, which was enough for the Oracle Church to complete their follow-up plan. Nosferatu had expected it before.

"But what about them? Where have all the extraordinary people of the Oracle Church gone?" Imprisoning the Mother of Rebirth is an extremely huge plan. In addition to the emperor and those who must obtain divine power, many high-level extraordinary people are also needed.

"Let's look for it," Maria suggested.

"No, I have a solution." Teresa said suddenly, and she casually sprinkled a piece of gold powder. After the golden powder circled her body for a circle, it spread out at an extremely fast speed, and it didn't take long before it was distributed to Nosferatu every corner of the sky.

The dark sky outlines dots of golden light, and all the lights are connected in series to form a huge golden network.

"What is this?" Sigmund asked curiously.

"Getting inspiration from your satellite blueprint is an upgraded version. I'll tell you the specific principle after I go back, but in terms of search, this thing can be of great help."

Without waiting too long, Teresa gave the answer.

"There is no one, this is a dead city." Teresa's spiritual power weaved an illusory map in midair, and her fingers slid on the map, pointing out several special areas. Sigmund remembered that those The place is where the energy tower was once.

"The power of the entire city was drained and then transferred to other places." Teresa pointed to the center of the city, Sigmund glanced at Villamont, who nodded, and then a wide starry sky gate appeared in front of everyone in front of you.

On the other side of the starry sky gate is an isolated high mountain, on which faint castles and buildings can be seen. Everyone stepped into the starry sky gate and appeared in the center of Nosratus. Veramont jumped into the air and started Check it out here.

"No abnormality." Not long after, he fell from the air and shook his head with a puzzled expression, "The space structure here is extremely stable, and energy is not lost here."

"I see." Sigmund looked at the towering mountain in front of him, and suddenly remembered the scene experienced in the dreams of all the citizens of Nosferatu.

"The power of the entire city is not transferred directly, but through another channel, a channel that does not exist in reality..." Everyone's concern for Nosferatu stems from the city's close connection with the Mother of Rebirth .

"What is that?" Everyone looked at Sigmund suspiciously.

"It's a dream." Sigmund looked up at the huge mountain under the dark sky.

The power that the God Emperor obtained from Rocal was very different from his own. At least he couldn't do such a thing through the nightmare carriage.

"Everyone, follow me." He waved his hand, and the carriage appeared again. At the same time, the chaotic world descended and merged with Nosferatu in front of him.

The world changed, and the other people in the carriage also saw the abnormality of the distant mountains. On the top of the towering mountains, there was an extra crack connecting with the void.

There is an illusion around the gap, appearing and disappearing from time to time, making people even suspect that there is something wrong with their eyes.

Sigmund tightened his grip on the reins, and the nightmare carriage passed through the gap in the void. The next moment, the light shone brightly in front of his eyes. When everyone recovered, they realized that they had appeared in a world covered in blood.

"This is the kingdom of the church and God!" Villamont's eyes widened, and Maria also clenched the weapon in her hand. She had fought a tough battle here and was deeply impressed by it.

"But how did it become like this?" Villamont looked puzzled.

Because of the battle between Sigmund and the Goddess of Dawn, the split dome church caused a chain reaction, completely destroying a large area of ​​buildings near Church Hill. There are looming shreds of meat hidden on the surface.

It feels as if all the buildings have been injected with life and gained vitality.

"This is the power of the Mother Goddess." Ambrose said shakily.

At this moment, at the end of this blood-red space, above the collapsed mountaintop in the distance, a gap opened in the space, and a blood-red, crazily wriggling, twisted piece of flesh appeared in front of everyone. The wriggling body was covered with Wrinkled, with stitching all over the body.

Seeing this figure, Villamont's face changed slightly, and the faces of Maria and Sigmund on one side were also a little ugly.

It was the Goddess of Dawn, the Goddess of Dawn who had been pieced together and resurrected under the power of the Mother of Rebirth. In the mucus-stained eyes of the other party, Sigmund saw a little bit of sanity.

"Let me do it." Villamont exhaled, "This time, let me help her out myself."

At the same time, the surrounding land swelled, and the red flesh pillars parted, and several tall figures of different shapes floated out of it.

"It's the divine power..." Ambrose's eyes were heavy, "They are stronger than before!"

"Continue to move forward Sigmund." Maria's voice was calm, she swung the cloak behind her, and with a crisp sound, the sharp blade was unsheathed and split in two.

She held two blood knives, one long and one short, in her hands, and feeling the aura emanating from the weapons, even Abros, who was her companion, couldn't help but stay away.

On that pair of weapons, she felt the most extreme destruction and killing. The breeze brushed past the sharp blades, and made a small sound, which seemed to be the murmur of countless dead.

Sigmund no longer remembered how many gods had been pastured with Maria's weapon. There were too many gods' blood and resentment left on this weapon, which was much stronger than before.

"Do what you should do, leave it to me." Maria strode forward to meet the four power users.

Sigmund nodded slightly, and finally warned: "Be careful, don't get hurt."

His body disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had crossed the blockade of the four power users. With a forceful move of his hands, the chaotic world descended. Sigmund opened his eyes wide. At the end of his vision, he saw a curled up woman .