The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Because they were preparing to attack the southern waters of Elam at night, most of the military ships near the naval base gathered in the north of the island. At this time, the sea beasts attacked the ships everywhere, and the panicked military ships chose to flee in the direction of the southern city of Elam.

Following this trend, these raging sea beasts may end up destroying most ships, but most of them will also be close to coastal cities.

The merchant fishing boats in the past, without the protection of warships, would have no power to fight back against these sea beasts. Noticing this, Sigmon took a few steps and rose into the air.

The transparent cyclone exploded under the feet, and the body moved quickly at a low altitude under the push, and it didn't take long to catch up with the raging monster.

Luckily, after using the execution ability, Sigmon gained the ability to move the whirlwind from Sabic.

This ability can also be used for low-altitude flight, in addition to increasing movement speed during normal use.

The direct help to combat effectiveness is not great, but it makes up for Sigmon's current shortcoming.

Eight arms and legs swept across the sea, and the hard tentacles could easily pierce the hull. The body of the octopus-shaped monster swelled a bit more than when it was in the cave, and a distorted stance was formed around the body. The sea beasts that approached would be infected and become Extremely cranky.

Suspended in mid-air, Sigmon noticed that the monster's skull was twisted, and he could even see a blurry face at the top, reminiscent of the scene he saw in the edge of the nightmare, and a flash of light in his mind seemed to understand something. .

The main consciousness of Lieutenant General Pablo may have been hidden in the head of this monster, if so...

"Then I still have a chance to get the answer from him!"

Thinking of this, Sigmon stepped on the cyclone and swooped down, sensing the small fly in the sky, and raised his thick arms and feet to slap at Sigmon.

Even with Hardening and the Arm of Amidala, Sigmon didn't want to be hit by such a behemoth. He saw the opportunity and transformed his cane into a long whip shape, pierced one of the monster's arms, and moved his body sideways. Dodge the attack and then land on the monster.

The surface of the monster's body was covered with a layer of transparent mucus. Sigmon stepped on it but had nowhere to bear it. He stabbed the harpoon in his left hand, fixed his body slightly, and then threw out the long whip in his right hand again.

Repeating this, several ups and downs came to the top of the monster's head.

Getting closer, Sigmon could see it more clearly. There was indeed a small face on the monster's head, which at first glance was somewhat similar to Lieutenant General Pablo.

The nightmare carriage appeared out of thin air, the bell was crisp, and the scene in front of him changed drastically. Sigmon pulled a tyrannical consciousness into the dream space.

In the blue sky and the sea, what appeared in front of him was a rickety figure covered with fish scales, animal hair, and pustules. It was Pablo who was out of control.

"Sure enough!" Sigmund was overjoyed, and when he saw Pablo, he summoned the carriage again, got into the carriage skillfully, and pulled the reins.

There was a flesh and blood passage in front of him, and the horse's hooves stepped lightly. Sigmon drove the carriage into the brink of Pablo's nightmare.

The burning sky, and the splendid brilliance in front of him, this familiar scene reminded Sigmon of a certain experience in the memory palace.

"here is……"

Clap la la, there was the sound of sea water hitting the shore, and the burning sky and splendid brilliance disappeared. Turning his head, Sigmon saw a large gray building.

fishing village.

A dilapidated fishing village where houses are partly made of wood and partly of clay mixed with broken shells.

Large or small, the shells of different colors are like a sarcoma of different shapes on the wall. From a distance, the densely packed piece reminds people of the bulging meat buns on the body of the out-of-control person. People are uncomfortable.

Sigmon understood that what he had intervened in was the spiritual world belonging to that extraordinary creature, and the village in front of him was the edge of Pablo's nightmare.

Walking in the direction of the village, the beach under my feet was soft, but after walking a few steps, a turbid liquid seeped out of the sand. The stench black liquid reached my ankles. Living creatures in general.

Just as Sigmon was about to activate his ability to take off into the air, the smelly liquid seeped into the sand again, and his feet became dry again, and there was no liquid left on his ankles.

Entering the fishing village, an inexplicable mental pressure rose from his heart. Looking around, Sigmon couldn't see half a figure, but for some reason, every house in the fishing village, every invisible nook and cranny, seemed to be hidden. with a prying eye.

Anxious in his heart, Sigmon even had the urge to completely destroy everything in front of him.

Walking forward for a distance, he still couldn't find any living creature in the fishing village, but at this moment, a strange whining sound suddenly came from his ear, in addition to that, there were also subtle tearing and chewing. .

"It's so annoying...don't take it any longer."

After walking a few steps, through a narrow alley, Sigmon saw a hunched figure facing him.

The man lowered his head, his gray-white hair covered most of his body like roots, and his arms were surprisingly thin, almost only a layer of shriveled and wrinkled skin was left, and his dark fingernails were digging on his body.

Sometimes he peeled off a scale, sometimes a piece of hide covered with animal hair, and more often he would pull out thin flesh worms from the pores.

slap.

slap.

Rubbing the thumb and index finger, the flesh worm's body was crushed, leaving a black-red liquid on his palm.

Sigmon stopped, the superficial dream represented imagination and absurdity, and the deep dream reflected a person's memory and reality.

So what about here?

Seemingly aware of Sigmund's arrival, the eccentric suddenly stopped the movements of his hands, and then slowly raised his head, his gray hair was parted from both sides, and he revealed his face.

A void.

His cheeks were like a hollowed-out watermelon, with no facial features and no flesh, and stamen-like whiskers wriggled in the hollows in the sunken area.

Among them, a large cluster of beards swayed probingly ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ seemed to be observing Sigmund.

"It's so uncomfortable." The hoarse voice sounded, without a mouth, and the transmission of the voice completely depended on the friction of the twisted beards, "Prince Louis, curiosity hurt me, I shouldn't watch it, I shouldn't watch it!"

"It's eating my flesh, save me, who can save me?!"

"Ah...it starts again, it starts again."

The body was twisted, and the strange man slammed his hands into the hollow skull, and those wriggling flesh beards suddenly became sharp as steel needles, and then swallowed all the skinny body of the strange man.

Only a hollow skull remained in the air.

At this time, an aura that did not belong to Bablo was released from the hollow skull. Stimulated by this aura, Sigmon's left arm was torn apart, and Amidala's arm actively entered an awakening state.

That feeling was as if the sleeping ancient **** noticed the gaze from the superior.