The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The sun and the moon shine together, the collision of darkness and light.

As soon as he came up, Sigmon fell into a disadvantage, and opposite him, the Sun Judge remained calm and calm.

"He is not one of those ancient gods that have changed. His power here is complete." Villamonte reminded in a hurry in the passage, his momentum was rising, and Sigmon couldn't care to respond at this time, but even if He tried his best, even if the space of his death cycle increased wildly, but in the final analysis, Sigmon at this time was only a seventh-order.

As for the Sun Judge in front of him, he showed the combat power of the eighth-order. According to Villamonte, when the Sun Judge stood here, the energy reserve he could mobilize was very likely to be infinitely close to the ninth order.

Healing of the sun, the increase of the holy light, the solidification of the spirit, the body and the spirit, the Sun Judge has no shortcomings, Veramont is right, at least here, this is an almost invincible enemy.

If Sigmon's own strength alone, even with the special nature of the mourning blade, he would not be able to defeat the Sun Judge, but before launching the attack, Sigmon was already prepared.

The power was injected into the right hand, and the familiar aura spread. The eyes of the secret lines hidden in the flesh and blood shimmered, and the power sleeping in it was activated. Then, an illusory figure appeared beside Sigmon.

It's Dressel.

"You are already at the seventh rank, Sigmund." Dressel's illusory body clenched the scythe. "Let's fight together."

The kind voice echoed in his ears, and at this moment, Sigmund felt a new power injected into his body.

Before he entered the seventh rank, every use of the power of the Eye of Secret Pattern was a kind of consumption, but now, when he stood at the same height as Dressel, he was qualified to officially use this power.

So in an instant, Sigmon's body was equivalent to superimposing all the power of a sad beast out of thin air, and before his death, Dressel at that time was infinitely close to the eighth order.

boom!

The power is like a torrent, the full moon is in the sky, and the darkness engulfs the light at a very fast speed, but this is not the end. With the help of Drexel's illusory body to control the mourning blade, Sigmon's hands are released.

His pupils were bright and dark, the horse's hoofs were crisp, the chaotic world descended, and an enchanting figure appeared.

Witch Blair.

deep sea.

beast.

And many chaotic bodies that have struggled for countless years in the circle of death.

"It's not just a rescue... it's a revenge."

In that chaotic world, Sigmon experienced a long fight, but unlike the past, those who were struggling in the death cycle were relieved when they really died at the hands of Sigmon.

"It's time to fight back!"

Sigmon's hands clenched the scythe again, and he activated two abilities unique to the Burial Blade.

【Funeral】

【Cut off】

"What is this?!" Veramont, who was in the space passage, sighed with emotion. He could not see the coming of the chaotic world, but he could feel many familiar breaths. At this time, Sigmund broke out. The power has completely exceeded a normal category.

That's not the power of one person.

but a city.

The light behind the Sun Judge was dazzling, but the darkness swept through everything with unparalleled momentum. In the end, the sun was chopped to pieces, and the magnificent palace was broken. The bright full moon slowly rose.

Boom!

The accident that broke out here spread to the entire Church Hill. Compared with the damage caused by Sigmund not long ago, the collapse of the temple at this time brought a devastating blow.

The towering mountain began to collapse from the inside, like a domino being pushed down, and the collapse began to spread to the entire kingdom of God at an extremely fast speed.

How close the connection is at the beginning, then how terrible the damage will be when disaster strikes.

Destruction is only momentary.

At this time, in the core area of ​​the battle, the Sun Judge's body was chopped to pieces under Sigmon's attack, and the only intact metal mask was ejected and landed not far in front of Sigmon.

On the back of the mask, Sigmund saw a familiar bloodstain, and he suddenly understood why the afterimage of the Reborn Mother reminded him to go to the Sun Judge to find the way into Nosferatu.

He bent down to pick up the mask on the ground and put it away.

When he stood up, the damaged hall and the broken body of the Sun Judge seemed to be trying to recover.

But there is a strange power lingering in the whole space, that power hinders the recovery of the Sun Judge, and seems to want to push him into the abyss of death step by step.

This is funeral.

"Ah... ho..."

Painful screams came from every corner of the damaged hall. It felt as if this hall was the real body. With the shattering of the Sun Judge's body and the hall, the hidden, real body was about to be exposed. .

"Let's go!" urged Villamonte.

At this time, the body of the Sun Judge was put together. Without the mask, he revealed an empty face, and a pair of thin and slender palms stuck out and stuck at the edge of the empty face. A woman with a delicate face squeezed out of it.

"What is this?!"

The woman's maggot-like body made Sigmon feel uncomfortable for a while. Only half of her face remained human-like, and the rest of her face looked like maggots magnified dozens or hundreds of times, dragged out while crawling on the ground. A piece of mucus.

"Oh, Veramont, my dear Veramont, look at your eyes, have you forgotten me?" The woman laughed exaggeratedly, "Didn't you say that I am the most beautiful person you have ever met in several epochs? A beautiful woman?"

"So now, are you still willing to hug me and kiss me?"

Seeing this woman, Veramont's face was ashen, and he spit out a word in a difficult voice.

"sun……"

Sigmon's face changed slightly, he remembered the words Veramont and the Tomb King had said when they were fighting, "Is she the Goddess of Dawn?"

"That's right."

"I thought...you said that the Goddess of Dawn was a fiction, created by the sun that was killed. I thought the **** emperor of the church was..."

"I think so too~www.readwn.com~ Veramont's eyes are dull.

"Don't you know?" The judge of the sun, or the maggot-like goddess of the morning light mocked, "You are just cowardly and dare not resist him, how ridiculous, if this body hadn't been broken, I might never have appeared one day. ."

"Haha, the so-called goddess of the morning sun... I really want those believers to see what I look like now." The woman's body squirmed, and the ugly, fluffy body cracked, and yellow-green liquid oozes out.

"It's great, I can finally die now!" After the last sentence, the woman's body burst open, the ground trembled, and the entire space collapsed completely.

"Let's go," Sigmund said to Villamonte, taking one last glance at the collapsed hall before leaving.

"From today, the dawn of the Oracle Church will never come."

Above him, the darkness is forever, and the full moon is in the sky.