The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon - Vol 3 Chapter 28

Abetus.

The Nightmare carriage appeared over the city, but Sigmund left here after a short pause. This time, he went to Nosferatu. Because it was a secret operation, he only planned to take Epolos with him.

Set up the followers of Epolo. As for Maria, she was also worn out too much in the previous battle, and Sigmund personally sent her back behind the wooden door.

In the room behind the door, the mottled sunlight reflected on the floor through the gaps in the glass. Before there was too much communication, Sigmon left the room in a hurry, but what he didn’t know was that not long after he left, Maria’s The body suddenly collapsed like broken porcelain.

It took a long time for her to piece herself together again, and then staggered to the chair placed in the center of the room, leaned back on the chair tiredly, placed the weapon in her hand on her lap, and Maria lowered her head. head, and slowly closed his eyes.

Behind him, the bell of the Star Clock Tower rang.

Dangdang.

The weapon on his lap slipped to the floor, but the owner of the weapon never had the strength to pick it up again.

“It’s good to end like this.” Maria whispered, and let out a long breath.

At the same time, Sigmund, who was slightly groomed, did not return to the palace. He took one last look at the city in the sky, then clenched the reins and stepped into the void. For the nightmare carriage, it was like Nosferatu. Where this species has been before, no additional guidance is needed.

The Nightmare carriage merged into it, and when it reappeared, it had already arrived at Nosferatu, which was swept away by the wind and snow.

The whole city was dark, and snowflakes swept across the city. On the city, the energy of the four towers converged. Sigmon’s previous sneak attack only delayed the plan of the Oracle Church, and they were still transforming the remaining four blocks.

In fact, if it wasn’t for Villamont’s problem, Sigmund was planning to fight a guerrilla war, and if he was lucky enough, he might be able to destroy 1 or 2 more energy towers.

“Let’s get started.” Sigmon looked up and saw that there were no night watchmen around. The two walked into a nearby house and found a bedroom at random, while April swiftly climbed into bed.

“What else do you need me to do?” She folded her hands on her lower abdomen.

“You don’t need to do anything.” Sigmon quickly set up the room. He first sprayed some special perfume in every corner, and then smeared some on Epolos’s hair and neck, trying his best to let the aroma spread Ai Boros. Poros was wrapped all over.

“Before you fall asleep, you can try to construct some scenes with me, which may help our plan.” At the end, Sigmon added later.

“I will.” Apollos smiled and closed her eyes. After a while, her last voice came from the bed, “If I don’t wake up again, don’t leave me here.”

“I will.”

Sigmon stood beside the window, a figure with a lantern appeared on the snow-covered street, and soon, the even breathing of Apollos came from behind him, and before the lights of the night watchman came over, Sigmon disappeared in the original place. Land, when it reappeared, it was already on the nightmare carriage.

After waiting patiently for a while, he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes, his body sank, and then he woke up suddenly, opened the door, the world outside had changed, and when he got into the carriage, he felt the sound coming from far away. call.

“Sure enough!”

Excited in his heart, Sigmon raised his whip. During the running process, he felt a strong resistance. I don’t know how long it took, as if he had passed through an invisible barrier, his body was pulled by a force, and there was a gasping sound in his ears. .

In the confusion, he felt as if he was being suppressed by a heavy object, so heavy that he could not resist. This time, the dreaming process was extremely long.

Then he opened his eyes and saw a beautiful face covered in sweat.

“Ok……”

In this strange world, Sigmund felt as if he had lost all his power, so he did not resist, and let the master of the dream do what he did. At this time, the original vivid dream seemed to freeze.

Sigmon manipulated his body, as if breaking the shackles of ice. He pushed the people around him, turned over, jumped off the bed, and took a few steps forward. There was already an extra set of clothes on Sigmon’s naked body. Open the window and look at the city below.

The scene in front of him is intertwined and messy, like a person’s chaotic dream. Sigmon knows that at this time he is in the separate dream of Ables, and then he needs to leave the personal dream and enter the whole city. Master dream!

Gently snapped his fingers, the nightmare carriage floated in mid-air, jumped on the carriage and grabbed the reins, Sigmon quickly found the junction of the dreams.

“Success or failure is here!” He drove the carriage through the bluestone path, and the thick fog engulfed the carriage, but in the next second, the thick fog surrounding him disappeared, and Sigmon saw the light above his head, behind him, no On the wide bluestone path, there are several figures coming and going.

“Success!”

What appeared before his eyes was a complete Nosferatu.

There was no night, no snow, no towers, the street was full of prosperity, and when he turned his head and looked into the distance, he saw the palace where the Mother of Rebirth lived.

“That’s it.” Sigmon drove the carriage and galloped fast in the direction of the palace. To be honest, he didn’t know how to wake up the Mother of Rebirth in his dream, but at this time he had no other thoughts in his mind. Mother of Rebirth, this is the most important thing.

In the process of speeding, Sigmon also saw the former style of Nosferatu. Bogula and the others were right. Nosferatu is indeed a romantic and artistic city, no matter where he goes. No matter which street or alley you pass through, you can hear pleasant music.

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Elegant but not extravagant.

Finally, Sigmon came to the center of Nosferatu, where there stood a high mountain with scattered palaces, in addition to a large lake and swamp, all kinds of strange creatures in Which haunts.

Here Sigmund felt a familiar vitality.

“It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” Sigmund was observing silently when a familiar voice came from behind him. On the bench, a young man in a white shirt.

“It’s you?!”

“You really came.” A smile appeared on the delicate face of the emperor, but in his calm gaze, Sigmon saw a touch of greed.

That was greed for the nightmare carriage.