Crimson Servant

Can't the gods see this? So, what about Vertis? Couldn't He throw His power here too?

John pressed the center of his eyebrows. Before this, he had only had a chance to get lucky with the crimson spell. Now, in the thinking triggered by Vivian's prompt, John Camp had to face a desperate reality. He may have completely lost his support.

Getting rid of the power of the evil god did not bring any relief to John. After becoming the Crimson Beloved, he had never felt his weakness so clearly. If all of Crimson's power is taken back, then John himself can at best be regarded as a scribe of the Crimson God who is stronger than ordinary people.

The slimy touch of psychic tentacles appeared on John's scalp, and his urgency, restlessness, and restlessness were calmed by the cold soothing touch. He was somewhat thankful that he had the foresight to set up mental soothing spiritual cues in his mind, so that he could put aside those unpleasant thoughts and concentrate on dealing with the problems in front of him.

"Well, Vivian, if this is really what you and I think," John smiled self-deprecatingly, "then I will admire your composure now, because I will never be as calm as you."

Vivian did not answer and followed the team in silence.

The adventurer team found the castle gate after many twists and turns. Barnes looked at the protective wall. The suspension bridge there had been lowered. From the shadow position where several people were hiding, they could vaguely see the vast woods outside the city gate. Even though it was already late at night, and the image of the twisted tree was a crowded and chaotic shadowy spirit, even the dark woods looked kind and lovely in the eyes of a few people.

The short distance leading from the castle to the city gate was deserted and unobstructed.

Barnes was about to test it out, but Raven stopped him. The warrior reminded his companions to keep quiet, pointing with gestures to the turrets on the side of the parapet. The sloping boards blocking the windows on the corner tower have all been opened. Under the boards, the arrows and crossbow arrows pointing at the city gate glow with a cold light.

Living armor fishing. John was a little surprised that such a ridiculous idea actually appeared in his mind. Those guards who only obeyed orders actually lowered the suspension bridge to create the illusion that there was no one guarding it, while he hid in the dark and fired cold arrows.

"There is no cover under the moonlight. We want to go out through the main entrance. It is too obvious. Even if we leave the huge Arlington behind, we will not be able to get through."

The Hell Guard snorted at Barnes who came to the conclusion.

"I can fly out by myself. I don't need to follow you like a mouse."

"What if we take people flying?" John asked.

Arlington shrugged his shoulders and flatly rejected John's suggestion.

"Without the assistance of magic power, increasing the burden will only expose us. I am not flexible enough to avoid flying arrows in the air."

The Morning Star team discussed for a moment and agreed that forcing their way through the main entrance was not a wise choice, and finding a way out again would waste a lot of time.

"It seems we have only one choice." Raven moved his wrists and stared at the corner tower hiding the crossbowman.

"Fight first, defeat the hidden ambush, and then go out in a big way." Barnes scratched his hair in annoyance. He looked at the magician and stretched out his arm to hook John's neck. "Both of them are on their own. Soldiers, only the two of us can guard each other's backs. John, don't die behind me later."

John's mouth twitched and he pushed down the arm hanging on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, your life is very tough. I will always believe that you will be the last one."

The adventurer took a long detour, approached the parapet from the shadow of the castle, climbed the stairs, and headed in the direction of the turret. It was very quiet along the way, as if all the troops had been concentrated in the ambush.

John stuck his head out on the battlement. He imagined that they could jump directly from the city wall into the moat to avoid the battle, but reality simply rejected him.

The moat is dry.

"It doesn't matter, we still have flying devils..."

"Barnes, get out of there!" John didn't bother to lower his voice. His psychic perception was frantically alerting his mind. The dangerous enemy suddenly appeared and entered John's warning range in an instant.

Neat footsteps appeared from behind, and there was movement from the turret, and the ambush living armor was supporting them.

The fear armor has climbed up from under the outer protective wall.

A living armor with a frosty appearance and a limp upper body hanging aside was connected to the body of the fear armor. John understood the reason why the fear armor escaped his perception. It hid itself in the body of ordinary living armor. The ambush at the city gate is only the first layer of traps. It understands the adventurous psychology of adventurers and sets a second layer of traps for this mentality.

The cold weapon wrapped in cold air was held in the hand of the fear armor. It climbed up the battlement and looked at the enemy who was waiting for him.

Dread Armor paused.

Because, in its field of vision, there is only John, the magician.

"Psychic perception is mutual."

John narrowed his eyes like a sly fox.

"Ever since I accidentally created you, I can feel the subtle connection between us. I didn't know at first whether the fear armor was an intelligent spiritual creature, but the ambush at the city gate already made me understand. It’s impossible to imagine you too powerful.”

"You can also feel my position, Dread Armor. Like me, you believe in this telepathy, and believe that my team will always be around me, just like we relied on you to judge the large army of Living Armor. Position. So you take your time and hang outside our early warning range and plan a dragnet."

"When you sense that we have moved our position and are approaching the stairs of the parapet, you will be ready to close the net."

"While you were taking down the living armor guarding the city gate, my companions had already left here in a big way from the main gate."

The fear armor separated from the remains of the living armor. The evil aura on its body slowly approached, and the holes in the helmet ignited spiritual fire.

A hoarse intermittent trembling sound came from the spirit body, and the cold voice sounded simultaneously in John's mind, as if a ghost was standing behind him and exhaling cold air.

"Why... separate... you should... stay together..."

The fear armor released its own pressure, hoping to see the expression of fear and regret on the warlock's face.

And reality simply rejected it.

John Kemp fearlessly looks the monster in the face of fear.

"You made the mistake I made, and I should fix it myself."

"Then you...just stay..."

The fear armor raised its weapon and launched a fatal blow at the thinly dressed warlock.

It hit, but the spiritual weapon, which was powerful enough to cut through steel, felt a huge blockage as it tore the warlock's robes apart.

John Kemp used this force to climb over the battlements, fall off the parapet, and fall towards the dry moat.

The flying hell guard picked up the injured warlock from the air and flew at low altitude through the dense woods outside the castle.

Arlington stared at the warlock huddled in his arms, and for the first time, he feared John Camp instead of the Crimson Power.

"You have already guessed that your robe can block an attack from the Dread Armor."

John Kemp stroked his abdomen, as if one of his ribs was broken. He watched the castle disappear from sight, feeling the complex taste of pain and pleasure.

"I just exchanged my life for chips a long time ago."