The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon - Vol 3 Chapter 33

“You still need a weapon now.” After leaving the broken starry sky, the two returned to Abetus. At this time, the sun in Abetus had just risen, and the whole city ushered in a new atmosphere in the morning light.

“Invisible, invisible, you can never hurt him if you don’t touch him,” Villamonte reminded.

Sigmon nodded, the Emperor of God could borrow the power of Nosferatu, the destructive power was unquestionable, but Sigmon believed that although he was not as good as the other party, after hunting down some gods, his power It must be raised to an incredible level.

The only obstacle is the odd state of the opponent, the mourning blade has been damaged in the previous battle, so a new weapon is needed before the final battle.

A weapon like the Mourning Blade.

This made Sigmon think of the world full of chaotic killing and blood, the hometown of Maria, and now it is time to go to that world and take a look.

It’s only been one night, but after the news of Sigmon’s promotion to the eighth rank was passed, everyone was still excited. More importantly, he can now borrow the body of a superior, like the existence in the abyss. Empower others.

This can increase the combat effectiveness of everyone in a short period of time. After a simple busyness, Sigmon left the palace, entered the street of Abetus, and walked to an inconspicuous wooden door.

dong dong dong.

He knocked on the door, but he stood in front of the door for a long time without getting a response. After waiting patiently for a while, Sigmund knew that at this time of the day, Maria would be hanging out in the market of Abetus, She doesn’t need to buy anything, she just simply enjoys the breath of life.

But as long as he knocks on the door, it won’t be long before Maria who gets the induction will return.

But this time, Sigmund stopped in front of the door for a long time.

The expression on his face changed slightly, and he reached out and pushed the wooden door in front of him.

A faint light flashed from the door. The next moment, Sigmon passed through the wooden door and crossed the space to enter the room on the top floor of the lighthouse. Then he saw Maria sitting on the back of the chair with her head slightly drooping, and…

Weapons that fall to the ground.

For a hunter like Maria, weapons are more important than life, so seeing this scene, Sigmund stepped forward to Maria.

He stretched out his right hand, dragged Maria’s jaw, and straightened the girl’s beautiful head. Maria’s face was pale and her eyes were closed, like a tired girl who fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, although Maria was wearing a hunter outfit, she did not have the usual sense of fierceness, and her whole body exuded an innate aristocratic atmosphere.

“The corpse should rest in peace…” Sigmund joked in a difficult voice. This was the first time the two met. When he disturbed Maria’s long sleep, the girl in front of him gave a warning.

Similar scenes, the same characters, but at this time Maria’s eyes were closed, and Sigmund was dragging her cheeks without any response.

With a slight trembling in his heart, Sigmund stretched out his other hand and placed it on Maria’s shoulder, the spiritual power surging in his body, but after a while, one of his heart sank to the bottom.

Cold and dead.

When is it?

When fighting Gregory, when killing each other? Or when confronted with the Sun Judge in the Church of the Kingdom of God, or in Nosferatu…

At this time, Sigmund realized that even though he wanted to escape from the battle, Maria had actively or passively participated in several fierce battles after she was turned into a chariot since she met.

He sent a cryptic message, and it didn’t take long for Villamonte to enter the room.

“please.”

Villamonte nodded and came to Maria’s side, where the stars gathered and penetrated Maria’s body.

“How is she?” Sigmund asked eagerly. The repeated changes and battles made him ignore Maria’s condition for a while.

“She burned herself and fought to the end.”

“What do you mean?” Sigism asked.

“I only now know what is special about her. She is different from us. As long as there is power in her blood, she will never die, but correspondingly, the exhaustion of power also means that the vitality is cut off, so come to her. Said that every battle is desperate.”

“More importantly, for unknown reasons, she has been consuming her own vitality and has never supplemented her extra strength. The longer she goes, the weaker she becomes…”

“Now, exhausted, she falls into a perpetual sleep.”

“Will there be a time to wake up?”

“As I said, there is no permanent death for her. As long as she waits long enough, she will slowly absorb power, and there will always be a day when she wakes up.” Villamonte said.

“I see.” Sigmund nodded.

Maria’s race is special, their strength comes from blood, and fighting is the most direct way to supplement it, but it happens that Maria, who has experienced too many hardships and **** killings, is already tired of this process.

She instinctively resisted the capture of blood. She gained eternal life because of blood, but she also resisted the filth that blood gave her. In the past, she just wanted to silently exhaust her physical strength and try to die as cleanly as possible.

It was only later that because of Sigmund’s guidance, Maria rediscovered the hope of living and the reason to fight, but she still stubbornly insisted on things that were ridiculous to others, until the last drop of blood was drained and the last trace was exhausted. strength.

“I know how to save her.” Sigmund raised his head and looked through the mottled light and shadow in the tower to the top of the clock tower.

“Ordinary blood is meaningless. Her body resists this transformation. You can’t kill as many people as you want,” Villamonte reminded.

As an ancient **** who has lived for many times, he has also done many cruel things. At this time, he reminded Sigmon that it was not because of kindness and morality, but he did not want Sigmon to waste time doing useless work~www.mtlnovel.com~ I see. “Sigmon looked calm. Although some questions may sound cruel, sometimes the weight between life and life cannot be measured purely by quantity.

“She needs the blood of the origin, like the Mother of Rebirth, which can contain all things, or… has the same origin as her.”

“What are you going to do?” Villamonte asked.

“I’m going to a place where there are the weapons you mentioned and the blood that can save Maria.” The cloak behind him shook, and Sigmund changed into a suit of hunters similar to Maria’s. He bent down and picked it up. The weapon that Maria dropped to the ground.

The weapon trembled, as if eager to save the master’s battle.

“Do you want me to help? Although I have lost the secret realm of the starry sky, I am still a powerful eighth-order.” Villamonte said.

“Help me look after this city.” Sigmund straightened the triangular hunter hat on his head.

“I’m going to the hometown of hunters.”