The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Sigmund's breathing stagnated slightly, and he felt undisguised vigilance from Maria's heavy tone. This was the first time he had seen a similar expression on Maria's face.

"God walking?!" Sigmund's heart jumped, he raised his head and looked at the other person's appearance seriously. With just one glance, he saw that it was a man and not the Lawrence he knew.

"What an unexpected surprise." Villamonte looked at Maria with interest, and the two of Sigism stepped into the living room. The teleportation passage in mid-air was closed, and the room returned to normal.

Sigmon looked around for a week and saw Thomas, who was extremely restrained, and Rila, who was dazed, "Thomas, take Rila down to rest, there is no need for anyone to serve here."

"Wait a minute." Veramont said suddenly, "A pot of coffee, add a little sugar, thank you." Veramont's tone was calm, as if he was the master here.

"Can you change your face?" Sigmund glanced at Villamonte, "I know you're not Lawrence, and it's hard for me to keep calm with this face."

"To be honest, it was the easiest thing for us to change our appearance, but something happened to my body, and I can only maintain this face at the moment."

Changing appearances and teleporting channels are basically the unique abilities of the Star Contractor, which made Sigmon start some associations. He did not ask, but slowly sat opposite the man.

"I'm Sigmund, and this is my friend Maria. Thomas said you'll find me again if you have something to do, so I should at least know your true identity before we get into the topic."

"Of course, it makes sense."

The man nodded, "I am Villamonte, this is my name, and few people know this name. Those who believe in me are more accustomed to calling me the creator."

Creator.

Sigmund's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly remembered the first time he met Belgard when he returned to Abetus from the sea. At that time, Belgard had become Belgar, and the merchants on the ship were talking to him. During the introduction, a strange evil **** organization was mentioned.

He also checked some information afterwards. He thought that the creator was just a heretic **** who bewitched ordinary people, but combined with the transformation of Bellegarde, he quickly realized that this so-called creator is not simple, and its own strength is absolutely beyond. Level seven.

But today, when the man who claimed to be the creator appeared in front of his eyes, Sigmon realized how wrong his previous guess was. He obviously did not detect any fluctuations in power from the other party, but the vastness of the sky was like a starry sky. The feeling of the sea is overwhelming but the person can't breathe.

"I've come to ask for your help," Villamonte continued.

"I can't think of anything I can do to help you, after all, you look so much better than me."

"No, you still don't understand the essence of the superhuman. No one can be omniscient and omnipotent. We all try our best to do our best in our respective fields, and now, I need the help of a Tier 7 hunter." He looked at Sig blindfolded.

"Dressel was originally the best choice, but unfortunately he died, and the original you was too far from my request. If I didn't know something recently that made me change my opinion of you, Then there should be no such meeting today. You are not yet a real seventh-order, but it is not much worse, you only need a little help, and you can pass."

"Why do you think I'd be willing to help?"

"To be honest, I'm very good at persuading people." Villamonte said while glancing at Maria, "But I'm a reasonable person, and I don't want to be **** others, so I'll give you a promise that you have to promise me. The reason for this, and besides... this is considered a courtesy exchange."

"What's the meaning?"

"You occupy the secret world hidden in Abetus, and it looks like you have sealed the door, but what about the gatekeeper? Don't you wonder where the gatekeeper went?"

"It's you?!" Many clues were connected in his mind, and Sigmon instantly understood something. "Where did you send Belgard to enter?"

"I just help the believers fulfill some of their wishes, and then achieve my purpose by the way. We each get what we need, which is fair." Villamonte replied.

"The gatekeeper is very powerful. He occupied a body named Bishop Lawrence. I devoured him and drove him away. Otherwise, if you want to occupy that secret world, you will have to pay some price. From this point of view, I It should be a big help for you."

Sigmon nodded, he did not reject the other party's statement, because the benefits they got were obvious.

"And this is just one of them. More importantly, helping me is helping yourself." At this time, Thomas cautiously walked into the room, put a pot of coffee in front of Villamonte, and carefully added it to the cup. Sugar filled with coffee, Thomas quickly left the room.

"In the era we lived in, there was no such deliciousness." Villamonte sighed with emotion, "It was really a bad memory, and only those fools would think that the old times were beautiful, but in my opinion, even if it is God also needs to keep up with the times, because new times bring new rules."

"Only by adapting to the rules can you become a new **** in the new era."

"You are an ancient god?!" Although there had been speculation, Sigmon was still a little surprised, because this was an ancient **** who could walk freely.

"Ancient God? That's just a general term, but I'm different from them, because in our era, the ancient gods you call us are also ruled by us, and we are the masters above everything!"

Veramont sat up straight.

"Old Dominator?!" Sigmund blurted out with a strange expression.

"I like the name~www.wuxiamtl.com~Villamonte thinks about it with a look of approval.

Well, Sigmon has been powerless to complain.

"That is to say, you and the Goddess of Dawn of the Oracle Church are of the same level?" He continued.

"Goddess of Dawn? That's a fictional **** that doesn't exist at all." Veramont said surprisingly, although Sigmon had already guessed about the result, he was still surprised after hearing the real answer.

"Since the Goddess of Dawn is a fiction, who is hiding behind the Oracle Church and controlling all this?"

Villamonte was silent for a while, "I can't tell you his name, I can only say that he was born in the first era like the Mother of Rebirth, and what I asked you to help find this time is the one who was born again. The blood of the mother's origin."

"This blood can solve my problems, and at the same time, it can save millions of lives in this country. I think this reason should be enough."