The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

On the roof of Cainhurst Castle, the cold wind raged, and a tall, frozen figure rose from the throne, a martyr, a guardian of faith and duty.

He's here not to protect the vampire queen between encounters, but to hinder anyone who wants to see the queen through this passage.

The martyr Logarius, I don't know how many years he slept here, and his original appearance could not be seen under the mottled crown, but when he stood up, he was much taller than ordinary humans. with a strong sense of oppression.

He raised the weapon in his hand, and dozens of ice crystal-like blood swords appeared out of nowhere, covering Sigmon's body from all directions.

ding ding dong.

Sigmon approached unhurriedly, and at the same time cut off the blood sword that appeared in front of him, but the next second, the tall figure on the opposite side appeared in front of Sigmon's eyes after a short charge, and the weapon was nowhere to be seen. Fall without warning.

The wind whistled, and his attack and figure seemed to be perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment. Only when Sigmon raised his hand to block, the two weapons collided and there was a sound of metal collision.

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, and the aftermath of the battle spread out, and several gargoyles passing through the sky were frightened and fled far away. In the process, Sigmon also perfectly adapted himself to enter the eighth order. After the skyrocketing power.

Even if there is no additional increase, only relying on the improvement brought by normal promotion, the current Sigmund is far stronger than any eighth-order he has seen before.

Hunters are born to fight.

The power in the body was completely activated, and the blood was filled with light. Maria's weapon exploded with full power in Sigmon's hands. His speed was getting faster and faster. At first, he was only passively defending, but slowly he achieved it completely. The upper hand in battle.

Sigmon, who was completely immersed in the fighting state, forgot the passage of time. After an unknown amount of time, when his body almost instinctively stopped attacking, he was surprised to find that the tall enemy standing opposite had been defeated by him.

Click.

The martyr's weapon broke from his hand, and his body was covered with criss-cross scars. At the last moment of death, the blocker seemed to regain consciousness, and his ugly face showed a little nostalgia, a little trance Look at the weapon in Sigmon's hand.

"This weapon..."

"She's hurt, and I'm going to save her," Sig replied.

"No wonder." The martyr sighed, "When she left, she said she would never return to Cainhurst..."

"It turned out to be for Mary." The martyr sighed, "Then let's end all this completely, end the endless life, and the sin of this castle." He looked at Sigmund.

"I know, you should have this ability."

Sigmon didn't speak, but activated the ability obtained after entering the eighth order, the weapon penetrated the body of the martyr, while killing the opponent, he also kept part of his power in his body forever.

He could clearly feel the intoxication brought by that kind of power.

Fascinating.

But strangely, the death of the other party did not bring any negative impact to Sigmon. Perhaps for the martyr in front of him, death was actually a destination.

I don’t know when, the wind and snow that filled the entire Cainhurst Castle disappeared strangely, and the death of the martyrs did not leave any remains. The surroundings were silent. Behind the originally frozen throne, there was an extra straight line channel.

Sigmund crossed the corridor into a lighted hall.

Just like the furnishings in other rooms in this castle, the decoration here is more luxurious. At the end of the hall, on a high platform covered with a blood-red carpet, a graceful figure sits in the center of the throne.

That should be a beautiful woman, with a slender body, her skin as thick as sebum, pale skin but not morbid, regardless of the face covered by the special helmet, at least in terms of body shape, this woman gave Sigmon a very strong feeling Familiarity.

Like a more mature Maria.

"Visitor, I don't need your submission, but before our throne, please kneel...or leave."

Walking into the hall, Sigmon heard an indifferent and arrogant voice, he did not speak, and went straight to the woman.

"Insolent lowly bloodline..." The woman's voice was full of anger, but halfway through the sentence, she seemed to notice the weapon clenched in Sigmon's hand, and her voice suddenly trembled.

"This weapon... who is it? Where is she?"

Keng!

The blood-red light flashed, and Sigmund stabbed the weapon into the body of the woman in front of him.

"what are you going to do?!"

"I need your blood to save someone." Sig replied expressionlessly, and then started to plunder the power of the blood queen.

"I'm immortal, it doesn't make sense for you to do this." The woman made a hoarse voice, and at this time Sigmund was surprised to find that Maria's weapon could not directly plunder the opponent's energy.

"Where is she? Why doesn't this betrayer dare to come back here?" Queen Annalise let out a resentful swearing sound, Sigmon thought for a while, mobilized the strength of his whole body, and the chaotic world began to erode the surrounding space.

Change is happening now.

As time passed, Annalise, who was originally arrogant, clearly noticed something abnormal. She could feel that the surrounding environment was changing inexplicably, and the power in her body was also draining uncontrollably.

"what did you do to me?!"

Sigmon didn't answer, but accelerated the rate of erosion. Like an avalanche, Annalise's body's strength was drawn out frantically. As time passed, she became weaker and weaker, and her arms were exposed. , fine wrinkles began to appear.

At the same time, the entire hall became rotten and dilapidated, the ornate decorations became obsolete, the walls peeled off, and a strong stench was emitted from the cracked gaps.

The entire castle, like the woman in front of him, seems to be unable to maintain its former glory because of the loss of power.

"Give me, give me!" Annalise struggled, but she seemed to be imprisoned in the chair, unable to move, until finally Sigmund pulled away, glanced mercilessly one last time, and left.

"Give me back ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ give my power..."

The sound in the main hall gradually became inaudible. Sigmon walked out of the palace. The Cainhurst Castle under his feet had become dilapidated, and some buildings that were originally well-preserved even collapsed in a large area.

This aristocratic castle that existed for an unknown number of years was dying at this moment, and at this moment, Sigmund also found another ability after he was promoted to the eighth rank.

The original chaotic world is a reflection of chaotic energy and the inner world of many extraordinary people, but now, the chaotic world seems to have the ability to affect reality.

He went all the way down the road where he came, and saw that the castle went from bright and beautiful to dilapidated, and even many monsters that originally wandered in the castle died madly for unknown reasons.

This castle, the monsters here, are all parasites that are kept in captivity on a huge blood source.

On the edge of the broken bridge, Sigmon jumped into the carriage and stepped into the void.

Next, before awakening Maria, he still needs to make some preparations.