Sigmun jumped into the carriage, while the others walked into the carriage, and the void swallowed the nightmare carriage, and when it appeared again, it came to a city covered with snow.

Nosferatu.

The night is still here, and the whole city is silent, but just a simple glance at Sigmund and soon discovered an abnormality. He could not feel any vitality in this sleeping city.

This is not a city of eternal night, but a city of death.

The carriage door opened and others appeared on the street. Apollos jumped into the air, a blood-red halo filled with stars, and then with the help of the cold wind, he was sent to thousands of households with Feixue.

Walking into a nearby house casually, Sigmun saw women and children sleeping in bed with quiet and peaceful smiles on their faces, as if they had experienced extremely beautiful things in their dreams.

But their bodies were cold, like a piece of rotten wood, and they could not feel any vitality.

"Everyone is dead."

"It's not that simple." Veramont shook his head after checking, "They rotten flesh, but their spirit may have achieved immortality in a sense."

"In a dream?" Sigmun added.

"The plan of the Oracle Church was successful." Apollos fell from the sky. After all, Sigmun was delayed in another world for too long, which was enough for the Oracle Church to complete their follow-up plan. Everyone had expected this before entering Nosferatu.

"But what about them? Where have all the extraordinary people from the Oracle Church gone?" The imprisonment of the Rebirth of the Mother is an extremely huge plan. In addition to the God Emperor and those who must obtain divine power, many advanced extraordinary people are also needed.

"Let's go and look for it," Maria suggested.

"No, I have a way." Teresa suddenly spoke, and she sprinkled a piece of golden powder. After spinning around her body for a week, the golden powder spread out at an extremely fast speed, and soon it was distributed to every corner of the sky of Nosferatu.

The dark sky outlines the golden light, and all the lights are connected to form a huge golden network.

"What is this?" Sigmun asked curiously.

"Getting inspiration from your satellite drawings is an upgraded version. I'll tell you the specific principle after I go back, but in terms of search, this thing can help a lot."

Before he could wait too long, Teresa gave the answer.

"No one, this is a dead city." Teresa's spiritual knitting formed an illusory map in the air. Her fingers slid on the map and pointed out several special areas. Sigmun remembered that those places were the location of the former energy tower.

"The power of the entire city is drained and then moved to other places." Teresa pointed to the center of the city, and Sigmon glanced at Villamont, who nodded, and then a wide starry gate appeared in front of everyone.

On the other side of the Starry Gate is an isolated mountain. On the mountain you can see vague castles and buildings. Everyone stepped into the Starry Gate and appeared in the center of Northratu. Veramont jumped into the air and began to inspect it.

"No abnormality." Not long after, he fell from the air and shook his head in confusion. "The space structure here is extremely stable, and energy is not lost here."

"I understand." Sigmon looked at the towering mountain in front of him and suddenly remembered the scene he had experienced in the dream of all the citizens of Nosferatu.

"The power of the entire city is not directly transferred, but through another channel, a channel that does not exist in reality..." Everyone's concern for Nosferatu was due to the close connection between the city and the rebirth of the mother.

"What is that?" Everyone looked at Sigmun in confusion.

"It's a dream." Sigmon raised his head and looked at the extremely huge mountain under the dark sky.

The power the God Emperor gained from Rokar was very different from his own. At least he could not do such a thing through the Nightmare Carriage.

"Follow me, everyone." He waved his hand, and the carriage appeared again, and at the same time, the arrival of the chaotic world merged with the Nosferatu in front of him.

The world changed, and the others in the carriage also saw the abnormality of the mountains in the distance. On the top of the towering mountain, a crack connecting with the void appeared.

There is a illusion around the gap, which appears and disappears from time to time, and even makes people suspect that there is something wrong with their eyes.

Sigmun clasped the reins tightly, and the nightmare carriage passed through the gap in the void. The next moment, the light shone brightly in front of him. Everyone came to their senses and realized that they had appeared in a world covered with blood.

"This is the Kingdom of God in the Church!" Villamont widened his eyes, and Mary also held the weapons in her hand tightly. She had an arduous battle here, and was deeply impressed by it.

"How did it turn out like this?" Villamont looked puzzled.

Because of Sigmun's battle with the Goddess of Morning, the split Dome Church caused a chain reaction, completely destroying the large areas of buildings near the Church Hill. At this time, the originally collapsed buildings were restored to their original state, but there were vague shreds of flesh hidden on the surface of all buildings.

It feels like all buildings are injected into life and gaining vitality.

"This is the power of the Mother Goddess." Eporos said in a stern voice.

At this moment, at the end of this blood-red space, on the collapsed mountaintop in the distance, a crack was cracked in the space, and a blood-red, frantically wriggling twisted piece of meat appeared in front of everyone. The wriggling body was full of wrinkles, and the body was full of splicing traces.

Seeing this figure, Veramont's face changed slightly, and Maria and Sigmund's faces were also a little ugly.

It was the goddess of dawn. The goddess of dawn who was pieced together under the power of the rebirth mother. In the other party's mucus-filled eyes, Sigmun saw a little faint mind.

"Let me do it." Veramont breathed, "This time I'll help her get rid of her myself."

At the same time, the surrounding land was raised, and red flesh columns separated, and several tall figures of different shapes floated out from it.

"It's the divine power..." Apollos's eyes were heavy, "They are stronger than before!"

"Continue to move forward Sigmon." Maria's voice was calm. She shook the cloak behind her, and with a crisp clang, the sharp blade was unsheathed and split into two.

She held two blood swords, one long and one short, in her hands, feeling the breath that spread out from the weapon. Even Eporos, who was a companion, couldn't help but stay away.

On that pair of weapons, she felt the ultimate destruction and killing. The breeze blew by, rubbed through the sharp blades, making a small sound, which seemed to be the hum of countless dead people.

Sigmun could no longer remember how many gods had grafted with Maria's weapon. There was too much blood and resentment left on this weapon, which was much stronger than before.

"Go and do what you should do, leave it to me here." Maria strode forward and took the initiative to face the four divine masters.

Sigmun nodded slightly and finally reminded: "Be careful and don't get hurt."
Chapter completed!