Crimson Servant

"I once warned Morgan that blasphemous prayers are evil and dangerous rituals that should be sealed away from unintentional people. At that time, I was still thinking that one day, the gods would pay attention to this world again and send down their curses. Favored, at that time, all blasphemers will be liquidated. Cameron is not capable of withstanding the wrath of the gods. Only now do I know the truth. This is a false country where the lost gods do not exist. The Creator has planned everything."

"Morgan's ambition soon brought her under the control of blasphemous power, and Cameron has committed blasphemous sins."

Merlin's voice deepened, and the brass dragon let out a long sigh.

"Morgan is pursuing more than that," John said. "She planned a ceremony, which is related to the last believer. There is only one God in this world, so the last believer must be related to Him."

The brass dragon raised its head abruptly, and the back-turned head guard almost touched the ceiling. Merlin couldn't believe that his students could do these things.

"How audacious. Morgan actually wants the Creator to degenerate into the Lost God. She is coveting the Creator's power."

"Is this possible?" Using the Creator's ritual to take away the power of the Creator sounds a bit fanciful.

Merlin shook his head.

"I don't know either. Since the blasphemy ritual can be effective on the lost gods, the Creator should also be within the scope of the rules. And he is the only existing god. Even if he is lost, the power he gains will exceed the sum of the others. The gods also have Moments of weakness also have their own weaknesses. And the weakness of this Creator is his vicious resentment towards the gods."

"This attempt is very risky, and the more likely consequence is that when the Creator falls, the basic power that maintains the entire world goes out of control, leading to the complete destruction of our world. It is also possible that Morgan had such a plan in the first place and risked At the risk of losing everything, she elevated herself to godhood. She became too self-centered."

"The basic force that maintains this world is the Crimson Power." John added.

Merlin turned his head and covered his face with his wings sadly.

"Oh my God, our world is on a dangerous volcano, and my students are digging underground."

"But there is hope! To master the blasphemous ritual, you need to know the fourth word of the blasphemous prayer of the Creator. I am sure that there is no name of the Creator in that ritual altar. Obviously He did not leave any clues to himself. If you want to It would be a very difficult thing to understand the nature of gods based on knowledge.”

John frowned, "Can the fourth word be obtained through understanding?"

Merlin replied: "Of course, how else do you think those blasphemous prayers of the lost gods came about? The Creator knows his kind, very well, so he can point out the nature of the gods. In this way we can also understand the Creator, We hold the key, John."

John felt it too, he saw excitement and anticipation in Merlin's eyes.

"In this library, your spiritual energy helps us see through the lies and discover the truth. These truths that maintain the world are the rules set by the Creator, His power, and His essence. As long as we finish reading this book By deepening our understanding of the Creator through the collection of books in the library, we will be able to learn His fourth word.”

John poured cold water on the brass dragon.

"The mind flayers also have psychic powers, and my team chased them into this world. Is it possible that the mind flayers and Morgan have reached a cooperation, so she is so eager to start the festival."

"Your good student Morgan has everything ready."

Merlin said: "That's really bad news. She is a little too different from the princess in my memory, although I noticed this when she sealed me."

The Brass Dragon tells the story of the end of his intimate relationship with his student.

"Morgan sealed me in a lake and used a sword made of fairy craftsmanship that I gave her. It's a beautiful sword."

"I still remember how well that sword matched her beauty, and in the blink of an eye it was thrust into my body."

"My body was left in the lake, and my spirit fell into this cage, my library."

John nodded. The brass dragon may have created a mental and physical barrier due to the seal, which made Merlin easier to be captured by the magician's psychic tentacles, thus creating a subtle connection between the two in the dream. John also believed that this coincidence came from a pair of behind-the-scenes driving forces. The creator who was about to be corrupted by Morgan's ritual did not sit still and wait for death.

Merlin's help, Galahad's support, that presence pushed the Daystar team to go against Queen Cameron.

"If you want to stop Morgan, you can go to the lake where my body is sealed and take the sword that once belonged to Morgan from the bottom of the lake."

"That sword is stained with my blood and has the effect of increasing the damage to the Dragonborn."

"There is a trace of dragon blood in Cameron's royal blood. Their physiques are better than ordinary people, and Morgan is the best among them."

John looked at the calm face of the brass dragon.

"If I draw my sword, will you be able to escape and join us in our fight against Morgan?"

Merlin shook his head.

"The seal has caused irreversible damage to me, but if you can pull out that sword, I can still use some power in this world. I will give some of my power to you, and the dragon's blessing will help you survive. Get through danger.”

"So what's the price?" John said.

"Read more books." Merlin's tail brought more books.

"You know what's the scariest thing about death? You haven't finished reading the books at home."

"This is the rule of the world, and it will do you a lot of good, John."

John didn't reject Merlin anymore.

…

Vivian Ordiz opened her eyes from the bed. She looked at the hotel room and felt that her sleep was more relaxing than ever before. She tilted her head, turning her head slightly to affect the color of her hair, revealing the little Pixie sleeping between the pillow and her silver hair. Bella was fast asleep, falling into a sweet dream. Her wings glowed faintly in the darkness, and the bright blue dress on her body was like an awakened paintbrush, drawing a colorful halo in the sky.

Fairy dust was floating on the pillow, and Vivian guessed that her sweet sleep must have been affected by this Pixie.

Seeing Bella's cute sleeping face, Vivian didn't want to disturb her. But there was no way, the vampire fell into hunger and thirst.

Vivian's eyes were bright red in the darkness. She moved her hands and feet to push her body up from the bed, controlled the movements of her upper body, stood up slightly, and pulled out her hair from Bella's arms.

Just like Pixie once praised, Vivian's silver hair was very soft, and there was basically no resistance when she was pulled out of Bella's arms.

Vivian quietly left her room and opened the door of the warlock's room.

After entering John Camp's room, Vivian became much more comfortable. She didn't care at all whether she would wake up her blood bag, and she even stepped hard on it a few steps. But until he walked to the bed, the warlock lying on the bed still didn't wake up. John's eyes were closed tightly, his face was alternating between thoughtful and painful expressions, and he was already sweating.

Are you having a nightmare? Vivian felt a little funny, and immediately leaned down and bit John's neck viciously.

Maybe he will thank me for getting him out of the nightmare, Vivian thought as she sated her hunger and felt the warmth filling her body carefully.

Vivian felt John's heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and after calming down the urge to suck blood, she let go of her hand.

Sure enough, John had woken up, but the warlock's eyes looked at the vampire a little complicated.

"Thanks to you this time."

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