The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Nosferatu, Eternal Night.

In the dark night sky, energy bursts from all corners of the city, then converge in the sky, hitting the core of the city.

Sigmund stood in the snow, with Veramont and Maria on his left and right, and behind him were Epolos and her followers.

"Let's start." Sigmund nodded to Villamonte. There was a shortage of manpower, but the enemy was in the dark, and their battle strategy was very simple. First, they took the opportunity to sneak attack, destroy an energy tower, and kill the ancient guards. God, the whole process must be fast, and it should be easy to gather the strength of everyone.

The next step is to look at luck. If you can quickly kill the second one while the ancient **** on the opposite side does not turn around, then you don’t need to count the **** emperor who guards the central area. On the bright side, the high-end combat power of both sides will be Flat.

Even his own side has a slight advantage. After all, the current Villamonte is not what it used to be. Although it can't be compared with his peak period, it is still much stronger than the ordinary ancient gods.

At this time, Sigmon's previous explosive power had been used up when facing the Sun Judge. Not counting the extra power, he was now roughly on the same level as Dressel when he fought Eltan before.

If you count the funeral blade and Dressel's temporary help, Sigmon's combat power can also be ranked among the top six divine powers of the Oracle Church.

As for Maria, for some unknown reason, Sigmund always felt that her fighting state was surprisingly good at this time. Perhaps the recent battle had reactivated her hunting instinct hidden in her blood.

"Start with the weakest first!" Veramont read the meaning in Sigmon's eyes. He opened his hands, and the world in front of him was divided into two halves. In the transparent light curtain, the energy tower composed of ice and snow appeared in the in front of everyone.

The next moment Sigmon stepped out, and in the dark night sky, the funeral blade flashed from his hand, his arm swayed gently, the folded sickle bounced off, and the pale bone handle was extremely dazzling in the night.

His movements seemed very slow, his body stretched out, and after a short charge, the sickle came out of his hand.

The wind and snow in the sky were split open, and the waving sickle turned faster and faster. In an instant, only a circular afterimage remained. The spinning sickle was like a rising full moon. When it reached the highest point, Sigmon folded his hands together and poured the animal nature into it.

【Cut off】

At this moment, he felt the power of the funeral blade.

The weapon slashed out, crushing the energy shrouded in the surface of the ice tower in an unreasonable manner. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. The connection between them was severed.

In the roar, the ground sank, and it seemed that an invisible big hand drove the entire ice tower into the ground from a high altitude.

"It's my turn." Sigmund broke the connection on the surface, and Veramont shot immediately, the cloak behind him vibrated, the starlight flickered, and then evenly covered the entire sky between the vibrations.

The dark night sky was lit up. In the condensed starlight, a star tree grew from the sky and then disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. At the same time, the space where the ice tower was located was torn apart, losing the most crucial defense, magnificent. The tower of the pier suddenly cracked, and in the falling ice sculpture, a beautiful woman with blue skin jumped out of it.

But before the woman's figure appeared completely, Maria, who had been on the side for a long time, made a decisive move. The blood-colored knife light covered the entire space, and the energy was compressed, and then slashed from the blue figure. .

laugh!

puff!

The woman whose body was shattered and chopped into several pieces did not have time to reorganize her body, and a figure jumped out of the blood flowing from the wound.

It's Apollos, she is the eighth rank of the filthy contract, called the filthy stone statue, her tall body has become like a sculpture, and as soon as it appears, she will frantically absorb the blood of the ancient **** of shattering. At the same time, Sigmon and others also jointly launched the attack.

The poor ancient **** had no time to resist, and was extracted all the upgrades in several cycles of rupture and repair.

From the beginning of the battle to the end, only ten seconds have passed.

At this time, a huge roar spread throughout Abetus.

"There is still a chance!" Villamonte looked excited, and everyone cooperated tacitly and completely caught the other party by surprise. The most important thing was Sigmon's destruction of the energy tower.

Hit by his scythe, the rules of the object itself seem to be changed, this ability to point directly to the source, Veramont has only seen it in those Primers.

Although the sickle is not as strong as them, it already represents the rules of the source.

"I don't know where he got this weapon from." Villamonte sighed secretly. Apart from him, the most surprised among all the people in the field were Epolos and his followers.

Not long ago, in order to save themselves, they once launched a sneak attack. Under the leadership of Aiboros and another eighth-order, everyone suffered heavy casualties. The resuscitators who finally gathered lost more than half of them. After a long time, they barely regained their confidence.

But now, in just ten seconds, a tower collapsed in front of everyone's eyes. Even though it had been verified many times before, it was only at this moment that they truly recognized the identity of Sigmund's savior.

Just when everyone was surprised, Villamonte had broken through the space and led everyone to the next tower.

Sigmon made a decisive move, and everyone cooperated perfectly. Just when they were about to behead the second ancient god, the light around the tower flickered, and a powerful breath spread. Seeing this scene, Veramont waved the cane in his hand.

【Space blockade】

He is buying time for everyone.

A ray of light erupted in Maria's eyes, and an abnormal blush flashed on her cheeks. Sigmon also suppressed the emotions in his heart and danced the mourning blade again.

Ping!

The space sealed by Veramont shattered, and with a roar, a huge, ugly face made of spiritual power gathered from the sky.

"Veramont, is that you?!" With this voice, a tyrannical aura swept the audience.

"The First Ancient God, Hosima!" said April in a deep voice, "He is called the Ancient God of Destruction."

Sigmon felt a strong sense of oppression~www.readwn.com~ The opponent's body had not yet arrived, but he sensed a more terrifying power than the Sun Judge, and this man obviously knew Veramonte.

"Guard your tower!" Just as the body of the ancient **** of destruction Hosima was about to appear, a gentle voice spread all over the place, "I'll deal with them."

"As ordered, my majesty!" Hosimar, who was extremely irritable not long ago, became docile in an instant, his tyrannical aura disappeared, and in the end, only his mocking voice remained.

"Veramont, it is your honor to accept His Majesty's purification."

The turbulent energy disappeared, and a tall and thin figure appeared in the sky. You could see the handsome face under the brim of the other party's hat, but Sigmon in the distance froze in place.

Because he had seen this face, in the speeding nightmare carriage.

"The carriage, the **** emperor of the church..." Sigmund's heart was beating wildly.

"He... is he the driver?!"