At this time, Red Neck could not make effective defense. At the critical moment, a transparent guardian spirit appeared out of thin air. This is a powerful ability of the spiritual mentor. It can create a spirit body with active guardian ability to offset the powerful damage caused to itself.

But the bullet shot by Sigmun was blessed by the power of the ancient god, so it became particularly terrifying. The guardian spirit of the red neck only slightly blocked it and was easily torn apart.

Then the blood-red bullet penetrated the head.

Click! Bang!

Half of the skull on the red neck was lifted away, and brain plasma and blood were splattering everywhere, but he just shaking his body but did not fall down because of this.

The edge of nightmare is the most chaotic place in a person's consciousness, which is equivalent to the realization of the chaotic value. The things here do not have a normal concept of life and death.

In the Chinese, we are more involved in the demons and obsessions of the mind. If the thoughts are not understood, even if they are temporarily eliminated, they will be resurrected in the days that follow.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for extraordinary people on the verge of collapse to return to normal, because these people are completely unable to fight the madness in their consciousness through their willpower and spiritual resistance.

Only Sigmun, who can enter the edge of the extraordinary nightmare through the Nightmare Carriage, and then use the simplest and most rude means...

Bang bang!

Two consecutive shots and two gun barrels shot out the last four bullets of special power, and they blasted into Red Neck's brain.

When the gunfire ended, only a bare and thick neck appeared before Sigmund.

The above part was evenly applied to the surrounding ground.

"Since psychological counseling is useless, let's solve it violently."

Sigmon originally planned to relieve Red Neck's stubbornness and persistence through speech therapy, but in the end the conversation failed and the gun in his hand solved everything.

Plop.

The headless body fell to the ground, and the ground's blood was moving at an extremely slow speed, which meant that Sigmun only relieved the collapse of the red neck, and as time went by, he was very likely to go crazy again.

But it doesn't matter. Sigmun said he could clean it up regularly, and simply move his fingers to gain a level 5 combat power. Why not do it?

But the core problem has not been solved yet. The struggle of faith requires the red neck to be completely transformed.

Without the support of his spiritual will, cracks began to appear on the walls of the church, and the next moment the picture in front of him collapsed. Just as Sigmun was about to withdraw from the edge of his nightmare, he jumped into the carriage and entered the deep dream of red neck.

The sky is dark and dawn is approaching.

Accompanied by the sound of the bell, small figures in white robes walked into the church.

On the platform, a middle-aged man wearing a red clergy robe opened the books in his hand, and the hymns on one side recited loudly, and the candles around him burned, and everything seemed quiet and peaceful.

"Praise the goddess!" The clergy prayed for every child who attended the ceremony, and they repeatedly praised the goddess' greatness and glory, over and over again.

In the crowd, a boy with a thick neck was particularly serious.

At this time, the first ray of morning light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the glass that penetrated the church dome shone on the statue of the goddess of dawn.

Seeing this scene, everyone expressed pious praise.

No one noticed that Sigmun's figure appeared quietly next to the boy with thick neck.

"What did you see?" he asked softly.

"That is the holy light of the goddess of dawn, praising the goddess." The boy looked ahead and let the warm and slightly scorching light sting his eyes.

"No, you were wrong." Sigmun crouched behind the boy.

"Open your eyes, observe carefully, forget the statue, forget the goddess, follow the light to explore the origin of this warmth..." Sigmun guided.

"It's...it's the sun, that's the sun!" the boy said hesitantly.

"Yes, you're right, that's the sun."

"So what?" he asked.

The boy calmed down, and the warm light penetrated his eyes and entered his heart.

"Praise the sun!"

The next moment, the picture in front of me was torn apart. When I came to my senses, a faint sound of waves came from my ears, and Sigmun saw the red neck sitting on the ground.

His body shook for a moment, his red neck lowered his head. When he raised his head again, the expression on his face seemed to have changed.

"You...I... Captain?"

"What did you do to me?" My own memories flowed in my mind, clumsy, chaotic, like a fool, walking dead, and every bit of it related to the past.

We only met today, but for some reason, I felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy with the bald man in front of me, as if his voice was engraved in my mind for a long time ago.

"What should I call you? Redneck Tep or the mysterious fifth-level spiritual tutor?" Sigmun asked with a smile.

"I have left the church and have a reputation within Akkad that is comparable to the famous blasphemous Bellegarde, and now... there is no need for this name to exist." Red neck shook his head and sighed.

"Since that's the case, let's change the name."

"Okay, do you have any suggestions?" Red Neck asked.

"Soral, the man who once had this name, was a brave man who did not give up the light in his heart after the world fell into darkness and pursued his own sun." Sigmun replied.

"Seeking for your own sun?!" An inexplicable light pounded in his eyes, and his red neck clenched his fists, "This is such a good name, thank you Captain, from now on, there will be no Tep, only Solar!"

"Why didn't I think of it? Why did I have been entangled in the teachings of the Oracle Church in the past? The sun gave us light, hope, helped us dispel darkness, and took away the cold..."

"I understand, Captain, although I don't know how you can get me out of my out of control, you are like a ray of light coming into my heart..."

"You are my sun!"

Looking at the red neck with excitement... No, it was Solar, Sigmun could only squeeze out a charlatan-like smile, "No, you were wrong, don't worship someone. If so, what's the difference between it and the Oracle Church?"

Sigmun replied pretending.

"What we believe in should be a more noble thing. The specific path needs to be gradually improved, but you need to remember a core idea..."

Red neck looked serious.

"Praise the sun!"

Hearing this, Solar felt his scalp tingling, and he felt that this sentence had spoken all his ideals and wishes, "Yes, Captain, you are right!"

Bang!

Solar stood up, pushed open the wooden door of the captain's room, and strode to the deck.

His legs were stretched together, his arms were straightened and pointed symmetrically above his shoulders, his hands and five fingers were put together, his palms were facing outward, and his fingertips pointed to the sky above.

The power of the fifth-level spiritual mentor shrouded the entire God of War. He raised his head and recited the faith in his heart loudly.

"Praise the sun!"

Feeling the terrible fluctuations of spiritual power, everyone stopped their work, widened their eyes and felt the terrible pressure transmitted from their red neck.

"what happened?"

"I was a fool when I entered, but why did I become...level 5 when I came out?"

At this moment, everyone, including Robert, looked at Sigmon, was filled with unconcealed desire.
Chapter completed!