The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Eric, the fifth-level spiritual teacher, stood on the incomplete high platform. Behind him was a ruined wall. The magnificent Dawn Cathedral was completely wiped out. The sun hit his face, but it couldn't bring him any warmth. .

It was freezing cold.

"Bellegarde, is she back?"

His head was buzzing, the death of Tier 6, the destruction of the church, that is, two consecutive blows, had already made him lose his ability to think.

"It's God's punishment, it's God's punishment!"

"The Goddess of Dawn has lost the ability to protect us!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

No one answered.

Compared with the fire in the clock tower and the explosion in the cross street, what happened in front of us was obviously much more shocking. The so-called Dawn Cathedral was not a separate building.

It is a whole piece of continuous buildings that occupy the entire block.

The so-called Church Quarter is hence the name.

But now?

Along with the Church of Dawn, the prestige established by the church over the past 20 years was also destroyed. Once the faith collapses, it will not be able to gather again in a short time.

"Say something, think about it, say something." Mayor Wallace walked to Eric and reminded him in a low voice.

Eric turned his head, his face was as pale as a dead man, the blood vessels on his forehead were thick, and it seemed that something was wriggling in it.

"Eric." Wallace took a half step back carefully. Eric's mental state was very wrong at this time. Similar scenes reminded him of Bennett who lost control in the city hall.

"It's okay, this is the test of the goddess." Taking a deep breath, Eric tried to calm himself down.

"What should we do?" Wallace had a bitter face. A few minutes ago, he thought that his political career would be ruined here, but now, his worries are unnecessary.

Haha, those angry MPs and nobles may join forces to send him to the guillotine, and his life is almost gone. What is a political career?

Squinting his eyes, against the light, he saw a familiar figure not far away.

Marek.

He saw the man's crotch shaking, his right hand clenched his fist and stretched out his middle finger. Although he couldn't understand the specific meaning of this gesture, Wallace felt a strong sense of humiliation from Marek's movements.

On the other side, hidden in the crowd, Savery glanced at his teacher, "Is this the meteorite from the Starry Sky Contract?"

"A shitty meteorite falling from the sky, this is a meteor shower!" Newcomen cocked his mouth.

"What the hell, if the 6th-level star sages have this kind of power, then what kind of artillery do the two countries need when they are fighting? Let these guys go to the center of each other's city, and all the kings and nobles will be bombarded to death together. .”

"It's so weird. I didn't notice any fluctuations of extraordinary power at all. What about the star sage who released the meteorite?" Newcomen frowned.

"Couldn't that guy have opened a gate to the starry sky and transferred the meteor shower that fell from other places here?"

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn’t figure it out, "Hmph, this kind of thing happened, the oracle church can no longer gain a foothold in Liam City, a 6th-order person died, and a church was destroyed, but there is no trace of the murderer. did not see."

"In my impression, the Oracle Church has never suffered such a big loss."

Not only Newcomen, the instigator of all this, Sigmund, who was also hiding in the crowd, was also surprised. The meteorite he released was far more powerful than Bellegarde.

"Is it the enhancement of the nightmare carriage, or is this the real power of the meteorite?"

At this time, Marek took the initiative to stand up. He led other demon hunters to maintain order, evacuate the crowd, and most importantly...

Group photo.

This guy actually asked Fatty Harris to push a huge camera in a cart, and took a photo with other demon hunters in front of the ruins of the Dawn Cathedral in front of all the priests.

This move caused Eric, who was already on the verge of a mental breakdown, to almost lose control.

After finishing all this, he walked to Mayor Wallace, "Dear Mr. Mayor, I want to build a memorial square for the cross street bombing here."

Wallace hardened.

"There are several statues standing in the square. I have a little idea about the image of the statues..."

"Impossible, this is the Dawn Church..." Eric took a step forward and interrupted Marek.

"Oh?" He pretended to look around, "Where is the church you mentioned?"

"Don't talk about one, we can build ten immediately." Backed by a huge empire and dependent countries, building a church is a breeze.

"It's not a question of whether you want it or not, but a question of whether we agree or not. Do you think that after such a thing happened, the citizens of Liam City would still agree with you to build a church here?"

"Or, so what if it's built, I can't say which day, bang! It was blown flat again."

Eric's face was livid, and he exchanged glances with Wallace, who was suffering from the same disease. They knew that, at least in Liam City, the era of belonging to the Oracle Church was over.

On the other side, Sigmund left with the evacuated crowd, and he did not plan to meet Marek and the others before the official funeral.

The feeling of being erased from memory still affects him, and he even worries that there are unknown beings who can directly see through a person's thoughts.

If Teresa was really weird, then after Marek and the others knew that she was still alive, they would behave differently at the funeral.

To be on the safe side, Sigmund decided to wait until the funeral was over before reaching out to Marek. As for now, he suppressed the urge to go directly to Teresa.

Although the destruction of Dawn Cathedral did not cause any casualties, the impact on the entire city was far greater than before.

The news spread all over the city, and everyone was talking about the far-reaching impact of this incident.

In the morning, not long after the sun rose, the sky became strangely gloomy, and soon it started to rain, and it didn't stop until the afternoon.

Because of the rain, there are fewer people going out, and coupled with the early morning destruction, the entire city seems to have lost its vitality.

Chengnan Cemetery.

Holding an umbrella, Marek and the others put aside what they were doing and attended Sigmund's funeral on time. There was no prayer from the clergy, and the cemetery was silent, except for the sound of rain patting on the tombstone.

Only the clothes Sigmund usually wore and the twisted cane picked up from the explosion site were placed in the coffin. They were buried in the ground and buried. Those who participated in the funeral came to Lawrence and Teresa one after another.

"Please grief."

Lawrence looked tired and sad, but Teresa looked calm.

Just when the entire funeral process ended normally, Theresa, who was standing under the umbrella, suddenly raised her head, her gaze locked in a certain direction.

"What's wrong?" Lawrence noticed her strangeness.

"Nothing, I saw a strange person."

Everyone was silent in front of the tombstone, and the flowers broken by Teresa were neatly placed on the wet soil.

Inscribed on the tombstone:

A son, a brother, and a respectable stranger are buried here.

In the shadows in the distance, Sigmund's heart was beating wildly, and the moment he missed Teresa's eyes, the energy in the hourglass in his consciousness exploded.

"My sister, who are you?"