The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"What is that?" Sigmund asked.

"Guide, it can guide us to a certain place, and use it as a token when necessary." Villamonte replied by groping for the bone key in his hand, and the expression on his face was complicated.

Obviously, although the tomb king moved his hand against him under the **** of fear, in fact, he also swayed and hesitated, but in the end, instinctual fear defeated reason, but before launching the attack, he still defended the enemy. Lamont was left with a solution to the problem.

not only……

Villamonte clenched his fists, the key disappeared in his palm, "I believe in fair trade, although Artova has murdered me, but in the final analysis, I owe him a favor, and I will repay it when necessary. This friendship." As he spoke, he turned to look at Sigmund.

"In addition to guiding us, he also solved another problem."

"what?"

"You." While Veramont replied, he crushed the wooden box in his hands with a little force.

Bang!

The old wooden box shattered, and a mass of familiar energy spilled out. Feeling this energy, Sigmon's face changed slightly, and he immediately understood the animal agitation absorbed in his body.

"His cemetery was deserted, and Artois couldn't find any materials to use, but in fact, he still buried the last material... the body before he was severely damaged by that guy!"

boom!

The crumbling wooden house could not withstand the sudden force, and it shattered with a bang, and the restless energy rose into the sky, spinning in the air and heading straight to the distant hillside.

With the approach of this force, the hillsides covered with grass and wildflowers withered and collapsed instantly, withered vines and rotten trees, and there was a doomsday scene everywhere.

"This is the original appearance of the cemetery." Villamonte sighed and quickly came to the foot of the mountain. The earth shook, the mountain cracked, and a bronze coffin appeared in front of the two of them. Around the coffin, there were countless fine silk threads. Connecting to the void, it seems to be integrated with the whole space.

"If you want to be recognized by the new world, you must abandon your original body. My body has turned into a star tree and will stay in my star world forever, while Atova built her own cemetery..."

The energy hovering in the air was injected into the coffin, the bronze peeled off, the heavy coffin lid was lifted, and a corpse appeared in front of the two of them. It was a tall and handsome man, far from the previous image of the old man.

The man was only half of his body left, with a big hole in his chest. Seeing this scene, Villamonte sighed, "I owe him a lot of money for this **** old guy." As he said that, he glanced back. Sigmund glanced.

"Get ready, it's time to enter the seventh order."

"What are you going to do?" Sigmund was about to tell the Veramont hunter the main points of contract promotion, but Veramont waved his hand, "I've read the book of contracts." After speaking, he walked into the cracked mountain. among.

The earth trembled and the mountains re-folded.

Sigmund suddenly understood Villamonte's mood at this time.

He killed the tomb king Artois, and Artois also caused heavy damage to his body before he died, but strangely, Veramont did not have excessive hatred for the old man, and Sigmund did not Know exactly what has happened between the two over the many epochs in the past.

But as Veramont said, they were all dead, and there were not many people who could survive at the same time. For Veramont, if everyone who knew his name died, then the meaning of his existence was again. what is it then?

What's more, in the final stage of life, Ato is obviously very abnormal, although there is no possibility of losing control after entering the seventh order, this does not mean that the mental oppression will disappear, just transformed into another kind of Form, becoming more insidious and more difficult to resist.

Sigmund suddenly recalled that before the two entered the cemetery of Artois, on the top of the mountain covered with snow, the tomb king had told Villamont that this was the last time we met.

Sigmund originally thought that such an answer was out of impatience and disgust, but the reality is that Artois has probably persisted in his cemetery for many years, and this person who is afraid of death can only live in a cemetery. Desolate places await death.

He may have longed to see a familiar person before he dies, but it's more of a fear, because he knows all too well what a maddening choice a dying person would make.

Whether it's to please the invisible, or to turn a former friend into a collection in your cemetery to continue your life.

But even so, he was on the verge of insanity and left Villamont with a solution before making the final call.

Sigmon didn't wait too long, and he didn't know what Veramont did in the closed mountain, but it didn't take long for him to feel the pure, completely different beast nature he had absorbed in the past. energy.

More pure, higher energy level!

The body trembled slightly, which was the instinctual hunger and thirst of the transformed body, and the corresponding greed that emerged from consciousness.

For him, the seventh order will be an earth-shaking evolution.

laugh!

All the pores of his body were opened, madly absorbing the energy escaping from the mountain, and the body of the superior was constantly transformed, and in Sigmon's consciousness, the hourglass was quickly filled, and the crazy energy eroded the hourglass. , the energy in the body has been raised to the limit at some point.

Just when he subconsciously wanted to convert the energy to summon the carriage, a voice sounded from his ear.

"what are you going to do?"

"Isn't this what you've been craving..."

"Become a beast and embrace madness!"

The brain became drowsy, and in the trance, Sigmon suddenly caught something, and in the chaos, his mind flashed a moment of clarity.

"That voice... that speaking voice..."

"That's my voice!"

"But how is that possible?!" He suddenly realized something, a kind of fear emerged in his consciousness, and he remembered all the information obtained in the contract book.

"Give it up... Leave everything to me." The echoing voice bewitched Sigmon, "Responsibilities, secrets, why do you have to carry so much?"

"Women, I like every one of them, they're all mine, what are you hesitating about? Do you hate Charlotte? Don't you like Rebecca?"

"By the way~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and Maria, just thinking about conquering powerful women is exciting!"

"Let it all go to hell, we are all beasts, isn't it natural to follow our instincts?"

The body became lighter and lighter, and Sigmund felt his consciousness detached from his body, in contrast to an unprecedented relaxation.

He "saw" Villamonte walking out of the mountain with a gray face and coming straight to him.

"Successful? This place is about to be destroyed, let's get out of here."

"Leave? Where do you want to take me?" Sigmund said when he saw himself.

"Whatever, but I've had enough of my life. From now on, I'm going to be my true self."

"What did you say?!" Villamonte's face suddenly changed.