The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

On the item list of the nightmare carriage, a strangely shaped sickle was quietly placed.

The blade of the scythe was dark and curved as a whole, reflecting a faint blue light at the sharp edge, and it was pale white from the extension of the hilt down, like a bony handle, when the weapon appeared in Sigmon's hands. When the corresponding information is displayed at the same time.

Funeral Blade

The strange weapon held by the first hunter, this masterpiece is the most valuable of all weapons. The blade is made of the legendary blue quartz in the sky. Killing is an art, and hunting is a farewell elegy. The prey killed by this weapon can rest in peace forever.

[Severing]: What can be cut off is not only life and death, but also bonds.

【Funeral】: The dead rest in peace, and the living are eternal.

This is a giant sickle with an overall length of more than two meters. The handle seems to be cast from the bones of unknown animals, and clenching the hands together will create a strange sense of connection.

click!

Shaking his arm slightly, the handle of the scythe starts to bend from the middle, and then transforms into a strange close-up weapon. There are not many introductions to this weapon, and it has only two attributes, but Sigmon's vision has long since changed. In the past, when he held this weapon, he felt an unprecedented power.

That's not an illusion, but an increase hidden in the weapon, especially when the animal nature accumulated in his body is activated, he can keenly perceive the trembling of the blade, as if these weapons come to life in an instant, eager for blood, eager to kill.

Severing and funeral are the only two abilities. The introduction is a little vague, but Sigmon can somewhat guess the inclination of these two abilities. The next moment, he pushed aside the carriage and appeared in the driving position of the carriage.

At this time, the changes in the outside world have ended.

The abandoned courtyard disappeared, and he felt as if he was in the lake. The blood-red energy gathered in one place, forming a thumb-sized blood spar in mid-air.

The ultimate red, people dare not look directly.

He waved his hand, and the blood of the source containing pure energy fell into his hands. At the same time, a strong greed rose in his heart. As long as he could devour the blood of the source, Sigmon felt that he could even devour the blood of the source. Cross the final stage of the seventh order and push open the door of the eighth order.

But after taking a deep breath, his eyes became clear, and he quickly threw this greed out of his mind, not to mention the agreement with Veramont, more importantly, the blood plague of Elan can only be solved by the blood of the source .

Putting this source blood into the nightmare carriage, it is a pity that Sigmon couldn't see any illusions in the process. At this time, the surrounding environment began to change, and he felt that his body was being pulled. Seems to be pulled into another world.

Whoa!

The water was rippling, Sigmon's body rose into the sky, he rolled over and landed on the shore, and then he saw the vast land. The plants that appeared in front of him were extremely tall, but they had obviously suffered human damage. The horizon seems to have been torn open.

But before Sigmon could thoroughly check the surrounding environment, a strong wind hit behind him, he turned around quickly, and then saw a behemoth that looked like an insect.

That thing was more than 20 meters long, its front feet were as sharp as knives, and its whole body exuded the madness unique to predators, and what was even more terrifying was the aura emanating from this strange creature.

This is a primitive ancient god!

But at this time, Sigmon was no longer what it used to be. He swayed his right hand slightly, and the folded funeral blade bounced off. He took half a step forward, his center of gravity sank slightly, and the sickle he held upside down was in the air. Draw an arc in the middle, and then block the path that the monster chopped down.

laugh!

There was no imaginary collision sound. At the moment when the sickle collided with the monster's sharp forefoot, Sigmon felt a strange force burst out, and then the monster's sharp armor instantly disintegrated under Sigmon's block. .

He obviously only made a simple block, but when the collision was over, the monster's front foot had been completely cut off!

"What a sharp weapon!" Sigmund was secretly shocked.

He had watched Maria fight against the primitive ancient gods before, and had some understanding of the defense of this creature. However, with a glance out of the corner of his eyes, he quickly realized that the mourning blade showed not only more than sharp.

This is cut off!

Hiss!

The primordial ancient **** let out a roar, not because of pain, but because a certain part of its body seemed to disappear completely with the falling forefoot.

Boom!

The ground shook, a furry head protruded from the top of the distant hill, the waves on the other side of the lake surged, and a behemoth leaped out of the water, just a few breaths, and a few strange-shaped creatures sent Sigmund around. surrounded.

The battle is imminent.

The environment in front of him made Sigmon vaguely guess something. These primitive ancient gods looked terrifying, but after experiencing the tragic battle in the death cycle space, this situation was already considered by Sigmon. nothing.

Although it was the first time to use it, this weapon was exceptionally easy to use. It seemed to sense Sigmon's thoughts and cooperated with his every offensive gesture like a living creature.

But at this moment, in the distant sky, a silver light and shadow flashed, and then a familiar figure appeared in front of Sigmon. Seeing the appearance of Pope Glorious, Sigmon knew that his guess was correct...

He is now behind the banned red door.

But what's going on? Why is the world behind the door connected to the circulation space where the blood of origin is stored?

When Pope Glorious appeared, the roaring monsters stopped one after another, and then gathered around Pope Glorious. At this time, Pope Glorious had dark eyes, and behind him, dragged a nearly three-meter long Thin tail, the clothes on his body are in tatters, and the bulge on his spine can be vaguely seen.

It felt like his tail had swallowed his entire spine and slid straight into the back of his head.

"You... the one outside the door, why did you come out from there?" Pope Glorious opened his mouth, and his speech was not very smooth at first, but after speaking a whole sentence, he completely mastered the tone.

"Who are you?" Sigmund asked ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and then he heard a series of strange tongue-in-cheek syllables, and then the controlled radiant Pope seemed to realize something and transformed it into a common language.

"In your language, you can call me Patis."

"What is this place, and why are you here?" Sigmund continued to ask without bothering about the other party's name.

"This is the fragment of the last era when it collapsed, and it is our last hometown." Patis controlled the Radiant Pope to look at Sigmon, "Did you take away the original blood of the Mother of Rebirth?"

"Are you going to take it back?" Sigmon clenched the weapon in his hand.

"No, of course not, that was imprisonment, took that thing, I thank you that it was too late."

"Can you tell me what's going on?" Sigmon didn't relax. "Also, what happened to the destruction of the last world?"

This was the biggest doubt in his mind.