The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Did you break my flower?"

In the room in the early morning, the girl was sitting on the edge of her bed with her hands folded. She looked up at the looming silver body in the middle of the room.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"Can you see me?" Igor couldn't help feeling amused.

As the envoy of Gintama, the so-called Gintama is his spiritual body, which is completely invisible to ordinary people who have not awakened.

If Igor was willing, low-level transcendents would not be able to catch the trace of the silver soul, but at this time in an ordinary house in the lower city, he unexpectedly met a girl who could see his silver soul.

The probability of this is too low, which made him curious about the girl in front of him.

"I see, it's indeed you." Glancing at Igor, Teresa seemed to know all the secrets from this simple look.

She stood up and walked slowly to Igor.

Compared to the tall Gintama, Teresa was petite like a child. Then, she raised her head and gave Igor a serious look. Like a curious child, she tiptoed and reached forward to touch him.

"What are you doing?" The honorable bishop felt ridiculous for a while.

The Gintama after the Gintama envoy leaves the body is not just a simple spiritual body. They are immune to many physical attacks. At this stage, for extraordinary people like Hunter Contract who are good at frontal combat.

The Gintama Messenger, who is immune to physical attacks, is simply their nightmare.

A slightly special girl, although she can see herself, as long as she wants, her outstretched palm will pass through her body.

Igor didn't even stop Teresa's movements, his mind was divided, he had already seen everything that happened on the dome of the Dawn Cathedral.

The morning prayer is officially over, and then the Gintama will return to his body, and he will descend from the sky in the form of the Holy Spirit to meet the morning light.

As for Marek, he's bound to give in.

Thinking in his heart, a satisfied smile appeared on Igor's face.

But at this moment, the neck was slightly cold.

He lowered his head abruptly.

The girl stood on tiptoe, with her slender and delicate palms tightly attached to her neck.

How can it be? !

How could he possibly touch my Gintama!

After the huge sense of absurdity, there is panic like falling into an abyss.

who is she?

A series of doubts arose in his mind, but before Igor could react, he saw the girl in front of him utter a word lightly.

"To be fair, you broke my flower, then I will..."

Break your neck!

Click!

Igor had heard similar soft noises many times, but this time, when his eyes turned and the whole world was turned upside down before his eyes, he didn't even realize it.

His own Gintama, a mental body that can ignore most physical attacks, is simply in the dilapidated house in the lower city, under the palm of an ordinary girl.

collapsed.

No screams, no wailing.

Until the moment of death, Igor didn't understand what happened.

He should have waited in the Cathedral of Dawn for the welcome of the faithful throughout the city, he should have descended upon the Holy Ghost in the morning light.

But all of this came to an end this morning.

He just walked into a private house and picked off a flower under the window sill.

Then, he died.

The sixth-order silver soul envoy, Igor * Green, died.

"Teresa, who are you talking to?" Lawrence's doubtful voice came from outside the door.

"It's nothing, I'm catching bugs."

"The weather is getting hotter, and there are indeed more bugs." Lawrence responded casually, "I'll go prepare breakfast, and you can sleep a little longer."

"No."

Teresa turned her head, her gaze seemed to pass through the space, and landed in front of the door of Dawn Cathedral.

But at this moment, on the dome of the Dawn Cathedral, because of the death of Igor's spiritual body, the situation turned in another direction.

Suddenly, the influence of the blessing on his mind was automatically lifted. After a moment of doubt, Marek noticed Igor's abnormality.

This powerful envoy of the sixth-order Gintama stood on the edge of the dome and continued the action just now.

He opened his hands, the white robe on his body fluttered, a ray of morning light from the sky shone on his body, one foot stepped forward, and the center of gravity of the body moved down.

The crowd below also noticed the change.

The pious believers raised their heads in kneeling postures. They were full of excitement, and a few of them even had tears in their eyes.

Behold, that is our Lord Bishop.

Goddess of Dawn is here!

The spiritual mentor Eric also encouraged the spiritual power in his body. He was building momentum for Igor's coming, and the mayor Wallace by his side also restrained the excitement in his heart.

He never thought that the city he governed would have the opportunity to hold such a huge ceremony, and then...the power exploded, and the radiance of the holy spirit body filled the whole city.

Wallace squinted his eyes and raised his head. He noticed that Igor's falling posture was a little strange, as if his body had lost his balance.

"It doesn't matter, this must be the special preparation of the bishop, maybe it is a tradition similar to the ceremony."

The hymns around him were loud, the surrounding spiritual power was stirring, and the emotions and spirits of the believers gathered together. At this time, even as an extraordinary person, Wallace developed a little belief in the Goddess of Dawn.

But at this time when everyone was immersed in this glorious moment, standing on the dome, Marek who was closest to Igor was the first to discover the abnormality.

He could feel that the body of this paranoid and powerful envoy of the sixth-order silver soul was empty, like a shell without spirit.

But how is it possible?

Obviously just now... Wait! What did he just say to me?

Where did his Gintama go? it's wired!

In his eyes, without mental control, after stepping into the air, Igor's body twisted strangely, and then fell straight down.

Marek could already imagine the next scene, he turned his head and looked at the rambler Hobbs who was standing not far away.

"Shut up your little thoughts," Hobbs warned.

Marek opened his mouth but said nothing, his eyes widened as he stood on the edge of the dome.

"Next, I will witness a Tier 6, the most glorious way of death in history."

After saying this, in the hymn, and in anticipation, the great 6th-order Gintama envoy Igor Green made a ridiculous gesture and slapped on the road in front of the Dawn Cathedral.

Like a ripe tomato falling, blood splashed on the face of Mayor Wallace not far away.

Wallace opened his hands and kept smiling. For a full 5 seconds, the street in front of the Dawn Cathedral was silent. Everyone opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at the big pool of blood in front of the church door. .

what happened?

Everyone was at a loss, will the bishop be resurrected in flesh and blood?

At this moment, an obese believer standing at the forefront suddenly lifted the hood on his face.

It's Antoine, the perfumer.

He came to the door of the church last night. In order to avoid starvation, he deliberately ate a large amount of food. At this time, under the stimulus of blood, he could no longer restrain the desire to vomit in his stomach.

He opened his mouth violently, his huge intestines and stomach were compressed, and the vomit spewed out, pouring every drop on the corpse not far in front of him.

"What a respectable way to die."

On the dome, Marek smiled.