The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Church of the Kingdom of God.

The judge of the sun stood in the grand hall, the golden mask on his face reflected a cold sheen, and after a long silence, his emotionless voice sounded in the hall.

"Execute the plan and spread the blood plague."

"Great judge, our plan is not yet fully prepared. If we start it now, it is likely to have an impact on the future plan to descend into the world. In addition, all the filth that we have scattered in Elam will die because of this. Nearly ten years of All arrangements will come to nothing."

"Go and execute, they must be distracted, as long as all the forces can be gathered together, we can sweep Elam through the frontal battlefield, and then trap them all in Abetus!"

"As you wish!"

There was a response from below, and the hall soon returned to silence.

I don't know how long it took, a suppressed breath flashed away, the Sun Judge took off the mask on his face, squeezed it lightly, and it shattered. A shriveled finger sticks out from the edge of his cheek, as if trying to climb out of the black hole.

"It's not yet time, I can't leave here yet..."

After a violent gasp, the hall returned to silence again.

At the same time, in the various cities of Elam, mutations are quietly happening.

Liam City.

Herman is an ordinary chef in a restaurant. On an ordinary morning, after he got out of the warm bed and prepared a hearty breakfast for his family, he came to his restaurant near the harbor early.

Recently, the situation in the whole of Elland has been very unstable, and rumors of war are spreading everywhere, but relatively speaking, Liam City is close to the south of Elland, and through trade with the southern seas, life here is still Considered stable.

"Good morning, Herman." The neighbor greeted friendly.

"Good morning!"

Herman raised his hand, he was enjoying his current life, but suddenly, he seemed to hear a strange sound, and his body froze in place. There was even a momentary pause in his heart.

"Man, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" the person next to him asked with concern.

"Maybe I didn't sleep well last night." Herman mumbled.

"Haha, you are such an enviable guy. If I had such a beautiful wife, I would definitely be like you... I don't have a good rest." The people around him laughed, but Herman didn't say anything about it. Without any reaction, he entered the room with a blank expression.

No one noticed that when he turned his back to the crowd, the expression on Herman's face had completely changed.

He entered the workshop, changed his clothes, and came to the chopping board with a blank face, then rolled up his sleeves and skillfully shaved off the flesh on his arms.

Each piece of meat was just right, and there was no blood splattering. When Herman stopped, only a thin layer of flesh was left on his arm, and the rest was neatly placed on the plate by him.

The pale-faced Herman dropped his sleeves, then put the meat on the plate into the boiling water with a blank expression, and made a soup with a good taste and flavor as usual.

The bell at the door rang softly, and some guests entered the restaurant. Herman skillfully prepared breakfast and served the free thick soup to every customer.

After a busy day, Herman dragged his exhausted body back home. He didn't respond to his wife's suggestion and fell asleep. The wife didn't say anything. He patiently coaxed the two children to sleep, and then burned a The pot of water, patiently wiped her body, and sprayed a little perfume that Herman gave her on the wedding anniversary.

Then climbed into bed.

The night outside the window was hazy, and the atmosphere in the room quickly became ambiguous. In the sound of rustling, the young wife approached Herman and stretched out her palm.

Then, she noticed a little warmth, and smelled some fishy wetness in her nose. Through the gap in the curtain, the woman saw bright red hands.

Her pupils dilated and her chest heaved up and down, but before she could let out a scream, the man beside her sat up and stretched out her fleshy arms to wrap her head tightly.

Click.

Herman twisted his wife's neck.

Click.

Herman bit his wife's throat.

The only sound left in the room was the swallowing of the beast.

The next morning, Herman prepared breakfast as usual, and the children were very happy, because today's breakfast was extra rich, with a lot of meat, and they ate extra happily, but they didn't notice the extra red in their pupils.

Similar scenes were staged in many cities in Elam, among these people were doctors, teachers, lawyers, and ordinary workers and craftsmen.

There have been a few sporadic attacks in cities where one side of the conflict bit the other, but it was all too commonplace to go unnoticed.

Like the calm before a storm, something is accumulating in people's bodies, waiting for the day to explode.

…………

Abetus.

"Miss Rila, the weather is cold and the wind on the top of the boat is too strong, be careful." The captain's concerned voice came from the deck.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just stay there for a while and take a look at the city." Rila tightened the scarf around her neck and replied with squinting eyes against the wind.

The captain didn't say anything and left quietly.

In recent days, everyone encountered other ships on the way back, learned some news sporadically, and pieced together everything that happened in the port of Glaris that day.

War, attack, rescue.

Everyone understood that the reason why they were able to return to the land of Elam alive was because of this girl and his... powerful and mysterious friend.

Because of this, everyone's attitude towards Rila has also quietly changed, and there is a little more awe.

"This is really a great city!" Rila sighed with emotion. This was the first time he and she came to Abetus. The weather in November was cold and the temperature at sea was very low, but Rila did not leave, but Stand on the bow until the cargo ship docks.

After entering the port, she encountered many problems, as Sigmon said before parting, because of the war, even after refurbishment, equipped with food and fresh water, Rila's cargo ship could not return through the west coast. Liam City.

Nowadays, all shipments must be coordinated before they can be sent to designated locations. There is no way, Rila can only find a note left by Sigmon, intending to follow the above address to find a person named Thomas to help.

After the crew was temporarily settled, Rila left the busy and congested port, entered Abetus, paid for a carriage, and after giving the specific address, Rila noticed that it was originally because of her dress and accent. The somewhat contemptuous coachman changed his previous attitude and became a lot more polite and attentive~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This made Rila realize that Mr. Thomas was probably from a prominent family, and he was considered a well-known person. figure.

Even after the hardships, Abetus was still prosperous. Along the way, Rila opened the car window a crack and felt the breath of the city.

But just as the vehicle passed a certain street corner, the corner of her eye swept across the corner of her eye, but Rila saw a familiar face.

"Wait, stop!" she shouted in a hurry, and before the carriage stopped, she quickly rushed out of the car.

"Could it be my illusion?" After looking around for a week without finding the familiar figure, Rila's eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

But at this moment, a slightly familiar voice came from behind her.

"Are you looking for me?"

Rilla turned her head sharply and exclaimed, "Lawrence!"