The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Enslaved me?!" the leader of the ancient **** roared, "I changed my mind, human, I want to eat you!" Seemingly aware of the leader's anger, the surrounding beasts also became restless, but the leader of the ancient **** let out a short voice tweet.

"I will tear you apart with my own hands!" he said, raising his arms, "here, we are far stronger than outside, and if you measure our strength by the strength before, I will tell you wrong cost."

He still maintains his human form, but his body exudes an ancient primitive aura. Others may not see anything unusual, but Villamonte's performance has become much more solemn.

"Be careful with Sigmund," he couldn't help reminding. "These guys are a little different from what I remember."

"Don't worry." Sigmon looked relaxed. Although he didn't officially fight, he had a strange intuition. The ancient **** in front of him was definitely not his opponent. Even if all the ancient gods were tied together, the result would be the same. the same.

The next moment, the two arms collided without any fancy, and after a brief silence, there was a violent collision.

boom!

The figure of the leader of the ancient gods slumped slightly. He stepped on the ground, but after the collision of the two forces, Sigmon, who was floating in mid-air, had the upper hand. His eyes widened in astonishment, and the terrifying power was transmitted from his arms to his whole body. The bones of the whole body crackled, and before the leader of the ancient gods recovered from the shock, he fell to one knee on the ground.

The ground cracked, and the rumbling sound spread all around. After kneeling down, the leader of the ancient gods was still a little taller than Sigmund. There was no change in the person's expression, just a slight pressure on his arm.

Click!

The arm bones were bent, and the power was transmitted to the spine, and the leader of the ancient **** had to bend his proud head and curl his body to resist Sigmon's power.

"This is the attitude of enslaved people." Sigmon said with a smile, but at this time, the original ancient gods and beasts that were restless around them gradually became quiet. They looked at the leader who was kneeling on the ground. A hysterical growl followed.

Roar!

In all directions, all the monsters launched attacks at the same time. Seeing this scene, Veramont, who was standing behind, had to open the space barrier to protect everyone.

"What are you going to do?" he said to Sigmon with some doubts.

Facing the attack from the surroundings, Sigmon controlled with one hand, kneeling in front of the ancient **** leader, slowly raised the other hand, and folded his five fingers together. With a short charge, a force representing Chaos erupted from his fist.

The roar of the beast stopped abruptly. At this time, Sigmon actually resisted the attacks of all the monsters by himself. Seeing this scene, the leader of the ancient gods looked horrified, but at the same time, he also found an opportunity, and his injuries recovered in the blink of an eye. , he resisted, and instantly broke free from Sigmon's control and appeared in the herd.

"In the center of the world, we are united as a whole..." The leader of the ancient gods chanted loudly, and the beasts who were swaying around gathered together, accompanied by a strange tone, he actually connected himself with the breath of all the original ancient gods, At the same time, it seems to be trying to get in touch with a force in the gap.

"It turns out that this is your confidence." Sigmon's face showed a hint of clarity. After all, there is a limit to the power that a person can mobilize and accommodate. This is limited by the rules of the world, and no one can change it.

But if you can mobilize the power of others in a short period of time...

"Humans, you are not even qualified to be enslaved by me. After tearing you into pieces, I will make your compatriots our food!" The ancient **** leader roared, although he still maintained the image of the glorious Pope, but Behind him, the breath of all the primitive ancient gods was entangled, and a sinister image slowly appeared.

"I'm really giving you a chance." Sigmund said slowly, and then he raised his head, the originally clear sky was covered with a sudden blood color, and at some point, a strange full moon emerged from behind him.

Sigmon stretched out his hand, the full moon behind him disappeared, and then a machete that reflected the rich blood light appeared in his hand, his wrist turned, and a world could be vaguely seen in the flickering light of the knife.

When this weapon appeared, the surrounding atmosphere was instantly changed, and a sense of despair and depression filled everyone's hearts. At this time, Sigmon just clenched the weapon and aimed the sharp blade at the beasts on the opposite side. asked:

"Are you sure?"

Roar!

All the primitive ancient gods and beasts roared, and the tyrannical emotions were transmitted to the heart of the ancient **** leader, but at this time, feeling the growing power in the body and the emotions of the same clan, the blood of the ancient **** leader's whole body turned cold.

He felt the destruction from the young man on the opposite side, from the strange weapon, and he knew very well the meaning of the question that the other party just said.

war, peace.

Live, die.

The right to choose is in his hands, but after just a moment, he took the initiative to cut off the connection with the clan and this world, and then fell to the ground in the surprise of everyone.

Roar!

There was an unwilling roar from an ancient primordial **** beside him. Stimulated by the sound, the leader of the ancient **** suddenly turned his head and frantically attacked the roaring primordial ancient god. In the end, he even tore off the two arms of the primal ancient god.

His body was tense, he suppressed all his emotions, and walked slowly to Sigmund.

Sigmund didn't look at him, but gently rubbed the weapon in his hand with his fingers.

"I...please forgive my offense."

"I thought you knew the meaning of slavery." Sigmund said without looking up.

The face of the ancient **** leader struggled, and then he fell to the ground on one knee, lowered his head, and brought his defenseless head close to Sigmon.

"Please accept our service."

"Very good." Sigmon nodded, slapped both hands, the blood-red scimitar disappeared out of thin air, and the terrifying sense of oppression was also swept away, and then he stretched out his right hand, strength gathered in his hand, a strange pattern Appears above the head of the ancient **** leader.

"The contract I made with you, as for your clansmen, will be handed over to you."

"Follow your instructions, my... master." The ancient **** leader lowered his head.

"Don't blame yourself~www.readwn.com~ You are doing the right thing, maybe in the next era, you and your clansmen will become the protagonists of the world again." Sigmon comforted casually, and then the conversation changed. .

"But before that, you must learn to abide by the rules, the rules of the new world, our rules." He raised his hand and patted the ancient **** leader on the shoulder.

"do you understand?"

"Yes, master, I understand." The leader of the ancient **** did not stand up, he grabbed a backhand behind him, and he crushed a giant python over 10 meters in size. The snake skin peeled off and was cut into a simple set of clothes. to wear on the body.

For Sigmon, what he put on the leader of the ancient gods was not a piece of clothing, but a set of shackles.

"Tame your clan, I will send someone to talk to you about the specifics." After a few simple commands, Sigmon took everyone away.

Compared with when they came in, when they left, everyone's hearts were filled with infinite hope.

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