The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Boom!

The defensive barrier of the White Rose Church made an ear-piercing roar, and the church and the surrounding ground seemed to sink a little under the impact, but it only lasted for a while, the thunder and lightning raged, and the big axe in the dragon-hunting armor smashed out again.

Bang!

The defensive barrier shattered in response, the dome of the White Rose Church cracked a large hole, and the dragon-hunting armor, like a demon god, fell into the crowd.

The weapon in his hand swept across, and his whole body spun very fast. The assembled knights were unable to fight back against the attack of the dragon-hunting armor. In the center of the basilica of the church, a flower of death bloomed.

"Who is it?!" The archbishop's face changed wildly. As a saint, he also mastered some 7th-order power, and his body was instantly blurred, but before he could join the battle, he was at the edge of the crack in the church dome. , the black smoke condensed, and Sigmund's black knight revealed his figure.

At this time, Sigmund had already stepped into the seventh rank, and under his insane piles, the black knight had been elevated to an unimaginable level. The ordinary seventh rank was by no means an opponent of the current black knight.

And if the Trinity combines the power of itself, the black knight and the dragon-hunting armor, Sigmon at this time can already be invincible at the seventh order.

The archbishop stepped forward, but the next second, a huge sense of oppression fell from the sky.

boom!

The black knight instantly ignited the chaos value of everyone in the audience, and in an instant, all the superhumans except the archbishop fell into the brink of madness.

In the gap of the black knight's armor, black smoke like strands covered the audience, and under the cover of black smoke, the superhuman who had fallen into madness completely lost control.

As for the saint-level archbishop, he didn't even last three rounds under the black knight's iron fist.

The ethereal body shattered, the black knight clenched the archbishop's neck, and Sigmund fell from the gap and walked in front of the archbishop.

"You... Who are you?" The archbishop struggled hard. He felt that an invisible force penetrated into his brain in the knight in black armor, imprisoning all of his spirits.

With a flexible grasp of the chaos value, after the level has been raised, Sigmon has been able to do many things that were unimaginable before through the chaos value, just like now, in a state of high chaos, he can even influence a saint.

"I'm from Elland," Sigmund replied.

"It turned out to be you... Dressel's student!" A trace of panic flashed in the Archbishop's eyes, "How dare you leave Elan, haha, arrogant guy, you will die in the north!"

"Who knows what's going to happen in the future?" Sigmund smiled nonchalantly, "But at least one thing is certain, you won't be able to see what happens."

...

Dore's Palace.

King Dorei sat on the throne with a pale face. Not long ago, news came from the port direction that a powerful superhuman appeared, sunk all the warships near the port of Glaris, and destroyed the nearby shipbuilding and arsenal. traced.

"Isn't it clear yet?!" He growled sharply. Dolei suffered heavy losses, but he didn't know anything about the attacker's identity, origin and specific strength level. This kind of unknown and powerlessness made him feel fear.

At this moment, there were messy footsteps outside, and then the door was knocked open.

"Your Majesty, it's not good! Something happened, the Cathedral of the White Rose... was destroyed!"

"What?!" The king stood up abruptly.

"Not only the Cathedral of the White Rose, but other churches in Glaris were attacked, the church was destroyed, and the statue of the Goddess of Dawn was pulled down... Some people saw the archbishop being dragged away by someone's neck."

"Some people saw a tall and handsome young man in the ruins of the church. Some people said that it was a monster over three meters tall. Others said that it was a knight with black smoke lingering on his body."

"I know who he is!" A voice suddenly came from the room, and then a phantom appeared beside the king.

"Who is it? Can you fight him?" King Dore asked in a panic.

Appearing beside the king was a tall and thin man. The man's whole body was wrapped in grey cloth strips four fingers wide, revealing only a pair of stern eyes.

"Although I don't know what that armor is, but according to the description, that kind of black smoke-like figure like a knight... If I guessed correctly, it should be the black knight of the sixth rank of the hunter contract."

"Tier 6?!" The king let out a sigh of relief after hearing the man's words, "The same class as yours, so you can kill him?"

"I don't want to deceive your majesty, I can't, this is someone I can't kill."

"Aren't you the most powerful assassins in the world? Why can't an assassin kill a superhuman at the same level?"

"Because we are different." The man smiled bitterly, "The black knight is a special branch of the hunter contract at level 6. As far as I know, only a few people in this world have gone through this road, and this road The pioneer is the Duke Dressel!"

"If the rumor from not long ago is true, if the duke really has the ability to kill an ancient god, then his students, who share the same power heritage as him, cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes."

The man's voice was heavy, "Although he is a sixth-order, he may be able to compete with an ordinary seventh-order, otherwise it will be impossible to defeat the White Rose Archbishop."

Hearing his words, the room suddenly fell into a strange silence. King Dore looked around in horror. He felt as if a pair of big hands would appear by his side at any time, clenching his throat.

"Who are you? I didn't expect to meet someone who knows the Black Knight in Glaris." Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded.

Wei Wei was stunned, and then everyone noticed that there was a handsome young man in the room at some point.

Snapped.

The tall and thin man stepped forward to block King Dore.

"Guard!" the king's cry broke, sounding like a tom cat about to be gelded.

"Shut up!" The man snorted irritably. He had an inexplicable premonition that this was his last battle.

"Who are you?" He asked cautiously, looking for opportunities to attack.

"My name is Sigmund, the Duke Dressel you mentioned just now, he is my teacher, then you..." Sigmund replied, halfway through his words, he suddenly noticed a strange engraving on the dagger in the man's hand texture.

A series of pictures flashed in his mind, he thought of the symbols he saw on the corpses around the ruins of the First Empire, and thought of Dressel's description of a certain piece of history, and his eyes could not help showing a glimpse.

"It turns out that you are from that famous assassin organization."

"When I was young, I once fought with Dressel, and I was lucky to survive." The man stared at Sigmund and replied, "It was also at that time that I knew the horror of the Black Knight."

"Then you should know that the same luck will not happen again." Sigmund stared into the man's eyes, and beside him, the tall figure of the black knight appeared out of thin air.