The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

At this time, the red neck can't make an effective defense. At a critical moment, a transparent guardian spirit appears out of thin air. This is a powerful ability of the spiritual teacher. It can create a spirit body with active guardian ability to offset the damage caused to itself. Strong damage.

But the bullet fired by Sigmon was blessed by the power of the ancient gods, so it became extremely terrifying. The guardian spirit of the red neck was only slightly blocked, and it was easily torn apart.

Then the blood-red bullet pierced through the head.

click! Bang!

Half of the skull of the red neck was blown away, and blood splashed everywhere in the brain, but he just swayed but did not fall down because of it.

The edge of the nightmare is the most chaotic place in the depths of a person's consciousness, which is equivalent to the embodiment of chaos value. There is no normal concept of life and death in the things here.

In the words of Chinese people, it is more connected with inner demons and obsessions. If the thoughts are not mastered, even if they are temporarily eliminated, they will be resurrected again in the days to come.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for superhumans who are on the verge of collapse to return to normal, because these people have absolutely no way to fight the madness in their consciousness through their own willpower and mental resistance.

Only Sigmund, he can enter the edge of the nightmare of the superhuman through the nightmare carriage, and then use the most simple and rude means...

Boom!

Two bursts, double barrels, fired the last 4 bullets of special power, all of which slammed into Red Neck's brain.

When the gunshots ended, all that appeared in front of Sigmon was a bald, thick neck.

The top part is evenly spread over the surrounding ground.

"Since psychological counseling is useless, let's solve it violently."

Sigmon originally planned to relieve the stubbornness and persistence in Red Neck's heart through speech therapy, but in the end the conversation failed, and everything was solved by the gun in his hand.

puff.

The headless body fell to the ground, and the minced flesh and blood on the ground moved at an extremely slow speed, which meant that Sigmon only eased the collapse of the red neck. With the passage of time, he was very likely to go crazy again. .

But it doesn't matter, Sigmon said that he can clean up regularly, and he can gain a Tier 5 combat power with a simple move of his finger, so why not do it?

But the core issue has not been resolved, the struggle of faith, the red neck needs to be overhauled.

Without the support of spiritual will, cracks began to appear in the walls and ground of the church, and the next moment the picture in front of him collapsed, and just as Sigmon was about to exit the edge of the nightmare, he jumped on the carriage and entered the deep dream of red neck.

The sky was dark and dawn was coming.

Accompanied by the sound of the bell, little figures in white robes walked into the church.

A middle-aged man wearing a red cleric robe on the high platform opened the book in his hand, the choir on one side recited loudly, and the candles around were burning, everything seemed quiet and peaceful.

"Praise the goddess!" The clergy prayed for every child who participated in the ceremony, and they sang the goddess's greatness and brilliance over and over again.

In the crowd, a boy with a thick neck was especially serious.

At this time, the first ray of morning light appeared in the sky, and the light penetrated the glass of the church dome and shone on the statue of the Goddess of Morning Sun.

Seeing this scene, everyone gave their sincere praise.

No one noticed that Sigmund's figure appeared silently beside the thick-necked boy.

"What did you see?" he asked softly.

"That is the holy light of the goddess of dawn, praise the goddess." The boy looked ahead, letting the warm and slightly scorching light sting his eyes.

"No, you are wrong." Sigmund crouched behind the boy.

"Open your eyes, observe carefully, forget the statue, forget the goddess, and follow the light to explore the source of this warmth..." Sigmon guided.

"Yes... it's the sun, that's the sun!" the boy said hesitantly.

"Yes, you're right, that's the sun."

"So what?" he continued.

The boy calmed down, and the warm light penetrated through his eyes and went straight to the bottom of his heart.

"Praise the sun!"

In the next instant, the picture in front of him was torn to shreds, and when he regained his senses, there was a faint sound of waves in his ears, and Sigmon saw the red neck sitting on the ground.

His body trembled, and the red neck lowered his head. When he raised his head again, the expression on his face seemed to be a different person.

"You... I... Captain?"

"What did you do to me?" Memories of my own flowed in my mind, clumsy, chaotic, like a fool, a walking dead life, and bits and pieces related to the past.

I only met today, but for some unknown reason, I have an inexplicable intimacy with the bald man in front of me, as if his voice had been engraved in my mind a long time ago.

"What should I call you, red-necked Tepp or a mysterious fifth-order spiritual mentor?" Sigmon asked with a smile.

"I have left the church, and my reputation within Akkad is comparable to that of the famous Blasphemer Bellegarde, and now... there is no need for this name to exist." Redneck shook his head and sighed.

"In that case, let's change a new name."

"Alright, do you have any suggestions?" Red Neck asked.

"Solar, who once had this name, is a brave man who never gave up the light in his heart and pursued his own sun even after the world fell into darkness." Sigmund replied.

"Following your own sun?!" There was an inexplicable ray of light in his eyes, and the red neck clenched his fists fiercely, "This is such a good name, thank you captain, from now on there will be no Tepp, only Solar!"

"Why didn't I think of it, why did I always get entangled in the teachings of the Oracle Church in the past? The sun gave us light, gave us hope, helped us dispel the darkness and take away the cold..."

"I get it, Captain, and while I don't know how you got me out of my runaway state, you're like a ray of light shining into my heart..."

"You are my sun!"

Looking at the excited red neck... No, it's Solar, Sigmon can only squeeze out a magic stick-like smile, "No, you are wrong, don't worship someone, if so, then and the oracle What's the difference between the church?"

Sigmund pretended to answer.

"What we believe in should be more noble things. The specific path still needs you to gradually improve, but you need to remember a core idea..."

The red neck looked serious.

"Praise the sun!"

Hearing this sentence, Solar felt his scalp numb, and he felt that this sentence expressed all his ideals and wishes, "Yes, Captain, you are right!"

Bang!

Solar stood up~www.readwn.com~ pushed open the wooden door of the captain's cabin and strode to the deck.

He stretched his legs together and straight, his arms straight and symmetrically pointing diagonally above his shoulders, his five fingers together, his palms facing outwards, and his fingertips pointing diagonally above the sky.

The power belonging to the fifth-order spiritual teacher enveloped the entire God of War. He raised his head and recited the faith in his heart aloud.

"Praise the sun!"

Feeling the terrifying fluctuations of spiritual power, everyone stopped their work and widened their eyes to feel the terrifying pressure from the red neck.

"what happened?"

"I was a fool when I went in, how did it come out... rank 5?"

At this moment, everyone, including Robert, looked at Sigmon with an undisguised desire.

What the **** did the captain do to this fool?