The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Fallen Contractors are born assassins, but they are not the best guards." Sigmund's eyes crossed the man standing in front of him and looked at King Dorei who was huddled on the throne.

"Don't be nervous, I'm an Elamite, and I sent a formal and friendly interview to Dore as a knight of protection of the country. Don't worry, Elam is a civilized country, and I am also a reasonable person, I just want to ask Why was Elan's foreign embassy in Dore destroyed, and why did you launch warships to attack the merchant ships that were about to leave?"

"It is the order of the Oracle Church, we have no choice!" King Dore screamed, the harbour, the Church of the White Rose were destroyed, and the arrival of Sigmund, this series of events broke the disguise of His Majesty the King.

"Very good." Sigmund nodded, "I believe that you are also victims."

"Yes, that's it." After hearing Sigmon's words, King Dore's expression softened a little, but the next moment his expression froze on his face.

"I believe you are innocent, but unfortunately, we still died, many people died..." Sigmund squinted, and the light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the whole room seemed to fall into a state of stillness, and the time here seemed to be extended indefinitely. At the same time, in the void behind Sigmon, a bandaged man with strange runes written all over his body. The figure appeared out of nowhere.

With the movement of the figure, the rune written on the bandage quickly dissipated, but for some reason, his body could move freely in this almost static space.

"I'm sorry, this is my responsibility, protecting the king is my creed!" The bandage broke and the runes burned, and the man stabbed the weapon in his hand. At this moment, he burned all his beliefs, energy and life!

But at the moment when the weapon in his hand was about to stab Sigmon's neck, suddenly, a series of crushing sounds came from the frozen space. Under the man's unbelievable gaze, Sigmon turned around. Raise your hand.

The tip of the index finger touched the tip of the dagger.

A golden light appeared on the surface of his body, the power imprisoned on him was torn apart, and with a roar, the entire room returned to normal.

Kaka!

The man's body stopped in place, the dagger in his hand began to shatter from the tip, and the cracks on the weapon passed through his wrists, shoulders, and spread all over his body.

"Why?" Sigmund sighed softly. The man was determined to die at the moment of the attack. No matter whether it was successful or not, an attack that poured all the essence of life could kill him.

"I just want to try." The bandage on the surface of the body fell off, and the man's face turned gray. "Try the gap between me and Dressel, and the black knight."

"Pity……"

Sigmund was silent for a while. Dressel was an epoch-making genius. With what he knew about that man, as long as he stepped into the sixth rank to become a black knight, no one at the same rank would be able to escape from him.

So it is clear that Dressel and the man in front of him used to know each other. He defeated this man without killing him, but many years later, this man was still dead at the hands of another black knight.

"You're already amazing." Sigmund gave the man one last look. "Including you, there should be more than ten Tier 6s and more than two Tier 7s who died in my hands."

He turned and walked towards the shivering King Dorei.

"So it is." The man's eyes were dim, shattered like a stone statue, and turned into a cloud of dust.

"What are you going to do?" King Dore screamed. "If you kill me, the hatred between the two nations will not be resolved..."

"Why should I kill you?" Sigmund stood in front of King Dore, "You made it very clear just now that you are also a victim, and the church forced you to do so, so the real perpetrator is the Oracle Church, they is my enemy."

"That's right, that's it." King Dore nodded frantically.

"Then you shouldn't continue to coerce the people of Elam and start a war against Elam, right?" Sigmund asked with a smile.

"Of course, of course not!" The king nodded quickly.

"Would you mind doing me a little favor?"

"You said." King Dorei looked attentive.

Sigmon didn't speak. In the corridor behind him, there was a sound of heavy footsteps, and then the dragon hunting armor over three meters tall penetrated the wall and strode in.

In the palm of the Dragon Hunting Armor, he held the powerless White Rose Archbishop.

"What are you going to do?" King Doree looked terrified.

"It's very simple, help me kill him." Sig said blankly.

King Dore glanced at the archbishop, who was still breathing, and took a deep breath.

"what?!"

"How can I……"

"It's simple." Sigmund smiled and shoved a short knife into King Dore's hands. He didn't say anything threatening, and even had a gentle smile on his face, but for some reason, his every move made King Dorei's hair stood on end.

"You can't do that."

"Obviously, I can." Sigmon's eyes were cold. "The moment you gave the order to attack, you should have thought about what happened today and accepted any result calmly." A hand was placed on King Dore's shoulder.

"Or you can make a bet that if you don't do anything, I'll kill you?"

"Ah!" King Dorei roared, the blue veins on his face burst out, and then he stabbed the weapon in his hand into the throat of the White Rose Archbishop.

Chi Chi Chi!

He slashed frantically until he cut off the Archbishop's entire head from his body.

"Very good." Sigmund nodded with satisfaction, "This White Rose Archbishop is probably the worst saint to die."

"I did it, I did it according to your order, don't kill me." King Dorei threw the dagger in his hand.

"Don't worry~www.readwn.com~ I won't kill you, but if a saint dies, will the upper echelons of the church let you go? Or, even if they are willing to believe that you are innocent, they are willing to forgive you for doing so. Do you really believe it yourself?"

"I..." King Dore opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Sigmund put his hand on King Dore's eyebrows, left something in his brain, turned and left the palace.

Sigmon was lucky. The White Rose Archbishop happened to gather Dolei's power in the Church of Oracle and was wiped out by him. Next, he would continue to go north to destroy another power of the Church of Oracle in the Northern Continent. .

This time, he came suddenly, and all the forces were unprepared, but after the news of Dore was passed on, in Baghtia on the northern plateau, the Oracle Church should gather strength and set traps.

But Sigmon was not afraid of this, and he had also made adequate preparations for the trip north this time. As for the cowardly King Dore, Sigmon had already planted the seeds of chaos in his brain.