The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Kaka.

This is a little boy about one meter tall, wearing a decent black dress, and his loose hair is tightly attached to his scalp.

The joints of his body rattled. After crawling out of the box, he stood up staggeringly. After getting used to it for a while, he opened the door of the storage room.

The whole apartment was silent, and the small body wandered around the room. He quickly finished the first floor, and then followed the stairs to the second floor.

The little boy staggered into the kitchen and took a sharp knife from the shelf.

Do!

With a little force, the sharp weapon pierced through the plank.

Outside the window, the faint light from the street lamp shone into the room, the boy raised the weapon in his hand, and the blade reflected his current appearance.

A layer of wax structure was applied to his face, and it was smooth without any flaws. He opened his mouth, and there was a slight sound of unknown meaning.

The mouth opened and closed, and a face was slowly elongated in the reflection of the blade.

Shaking his head, the boy jumped off the shelf and left the kitchen with a sharp knife.

He pushed several doors next to the kitchen in a row. After being blocked, the boy seemed to become irritable. He opened his mouth and let out a soundless roar, and the weapon in his hand was also wildly waving.

The speed was astonishingly fast, and only a series of afterimages could be seen in the darkness.

When he finally walked to one of the rooms, with a light touch, the door opened in response, the boy's delicate head twisted and his hands danced happily.

Squeak.

The door pivot turned, and the next moment, the thin boy rose from the door like a vigorous leopard.

Poof!

At the same time as the body fell, the sharp knife in his hand had frantically pierced the bulging figure on the wooden bed.

Puff puff!

There was only a dull penetrating sound left in the darkness, until after a few breaths, a calm voice sounded in the darkness.

"It seems that you can't tell exactly what you've stabbed at all."

Sigmon walked out of the corner holding a metal walking stick. He opened the curtains, and the street lamps outside illuminated the whole room.

At this time, the boy who was stabbing crazily suddenly stopped the movement of his hand, accompanied by a clicking sound, the entire head rotated 180 degrees, and the body also twisted the joints.

In an instant, he turned his back to Sigmund.

"It's very unique."

Sigmund sighed, and at the same time let out a long breath.

Although this guy looks good, his level of realism is far worse than Nick.

The countdown of the hourglass was shortened by a bit, and at the same time, the puppet lying on the bed slammed into Sigmon like a cannonball, almost without any need to charge.

Bang!

But he came and went faster.

His body was slightly charged, and Sigmon waved his staff without hesitation in the dark.

The puppet slammed into the wall not far away, but almost the next moment, he attacked again, and at this time Sigmund's walking stick was only halfway back.

At the critical moment, he switched to block, held the metal cane across his face, and resolutely received the puppet's impact.

Click.

Ding!

Intensive voices sounded at the same time.

The first blow was Sigmon pressing the motive spring and popping out the dagger in his palm, and then blocking the sharp blade swung by the puppet in the second collision.

"What a powerful force!"

Secretly surprised in his heart, his body quickly retreated. Sigmon didn't give this thing a chance to get close to him at all.

At the same time, taking advantage of the gap between the retreat, the stick body and the handle are docked and put together again.

The next second, Sigmon lifted his cane upside down, stepped on the ground flexibly with both feet, and at the same time exerted force on his waist and abdomen, twisting and spinning!

Use your whole body to move your arms.

Phew!

The harsh sound of breaking wind, the small figure blocked the light of the street lamp, and the room fell into darkness for a moment, but at this time, Sigmon, who had already activated his insight, didn't need to consider the issue of sight.

He followed the instinct of his body to complete the counterattack.

Zheng!

The sharp knife in the puppet's hand was bounced off in the impact, and then a terrifying force broke through the resistance of his hands.

The sharp olecranon handle turned into the deadliest weapon at this moment.

Holding the bottom end of the scepter tightly, with the support of several forces, the impact force at the handle was superimposed to a terrifying level.

Poof!

The sharp eagle's beak pierced into the puppet's eye socket, and after completing the heavy blow, Sigmon didn't give up. His arm raised to drive the puppet's body, and he smashed it down again after charging.

Boom!

After landing, Sigmon retracted his cane, and the cold light flickered, piercing the weak part of the puppet's chest.

Kakaka.

The body shook frantically a few times, and black-red blood and fleshy mud ooze out from the gap where the body was connected.

Then there was no sound at all.

At the same time, there was a violent crash from downstairs, and the door on the ground floor was opened. Sigmon saw a majestic figure jumping out and then charging slightly in mid-air. When he fell, his right leg hardened, and a small The small head was completely sunken!

It's Gildo.

After getting the news from Rebecca, Sigmon immediately sent a messenger to contact Gildo. The two did not act rashly, but launched an attack after patiently waiting.

Although the actual destructive power of this puppet is much worse than Nick's.

But this time, Sigmon didn't use any firearms, and completely relied on his physical fitness and fighting skills to complete the kill.

The noise in the room quickly alerted the others. The lights came on, and Rebecca and the others walked down. Sigmund wanted to explain briefly, but Gildo looked anxious.

Both of them have experienced the incident at White Seagull Manor, and when they encounter such a strange doll again, they will naturally associate the two together subconsciously.

"Take these two things with me, and prepare the carriage. Let's go to the Oracle Church."

Sigmund stood still and didn't move.

"There is no carriage anymore. I rented the car to someone else."

"what?"

Gildo looked at the empty street~www.NovelMTL.com~Take these two dolls, let's run! "

Originally, Sigmund wanted to say that he sold the carriage, but if he sold the carriage, he had to get money. Besides, if he summoned the carriage again, how should he explain the origin of the nightmare carriage to everyone?

I sold the car, I bought the car back, and then I sold the car again...

What about playing with it?

Fortunately, it was not far from Elm Street to the nearby church. After arriving there, Gildo borrowed a carriage, and then the two rushed to the headquarters of the Oracle Church in Liam City.

Dawn Church.

The Oracle Church believes in a deity called the Goddess of the Morning Sun. The purpose of the church is to purify. Because they worship the sun, believers and members of the church will also be called believers of the sun.

There are even some clergy's clothes painted with the sun burning pattern.

"Please let me know, I'm a second-order demon hunter, Gildo Brown, and I need to find Montana in a hurry."

After getting off the carriage, Gildo found the clergyman on duty and explained his purpose.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Brown, Montana has just completed her promotion and is stabilizing her spirit in the Chapel of the Morning Sun. It's not convenient to see anyone at this time."

"This matter is really important, it involves extraordinary infection, and it may be related to the White Seagull Manor a few days ago..."

"What happened, the dawn is coming, this is the most peaceful time of the day, and I heard the noise here."

A dull voice came from the hall, and then, a burly figure in a red-rimmed white robe appeared in Sigmon's sight.

In this person, Sigmund saw a temperament similar to Gildo's.

Calm and tough.

But it seems more aggressive.

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