Crimson Servant

The stale smell in the ruins of the temple did not diminish much because of the adventurers' interference. John walked into another stone room. The familiar layout of the room made him wonder if the group of people had been walking in circles.

They're so similar, it's like these priests can only afford one designer.

This stone chamber was not much different from the many stone chambers John had passed before. There were some clay pots piled up in the corner, and some decayed metal utensils mixed in with the broken tiles. John observed the unique and small shape and speculated that these scraps of copper and iron had been some kind of special sacrificial props.

Apart from these, there seems to be nothing much inside the stone chamber.

It was a little accident caused by Barnes that allowed the adventurer to find more things.

They didn't carry much supplies when they entered the secret passage, and they abandoned some of them after being chased by the stone descendants. What Barnes held was the last torch of the adventurers. The saving captain stuffed some inappropriate filler into the oil cloth at the head of the stick in order to make the torch burn longer.

He did it, but his improved torch would occasionally spit out some hot sparks when burning, which made Barnes scream in pain.

No one wanted to stand next to Barnes's torch, and he held it by the base, arms straight, holding the flame far away.

It's a somewhat laborious move, and one that Barnes has been doing for a long time. Just now, as soon as his arm relaxed, his torch hit the wall of the stone room. The torches shot out sparks, and the high-temperature ashes collided and ignited the walls.

The unexpected burning only lasted for a short while. Barnes scratched his head and apologized to his companions for his mistake, while John looked at a small piece of the wall that had detached after heating.

An indescribable sixth sense drove John closer to the stone wall, closer to the gap.

The magician stretched out his palm and pressed it against the wall. A blood-red thread protruded from the edge of the cuff and penetrated into the gap in the wall. Just like bleeding veins growing on the wall, the bloody ribbons expanded inside the wall and opened cracks on the wall. The dust and clay fell off piece by piece, faster and faster. After the dust dissipated, everyone saw a special hard and dark stone wall.

The blood-red lines guide the crimson power, and the wall full of symbols glows red under the influence.

Galahad observed for a moment, discussed with Bella and then shook his head.

"I don't recognize the symbol and it doesn't belong to Cameron."

Barnes shrugged, giving up on the team's current level of knowledge.

"I miss Vivian a little. Once she left, only illiterate people were left in our team."

Vivian's historical reserves are very important to adventurers, but this time, adventurers are not so helpless. John passed the religion check.

"These are all names."

The warlock withdrew his spell, and his crimson eyes stared blankly at the glowing red symbols.

"The name of the sacrifice."

John did not understand the meaning of these symbols. His judgment was based on an intuition from the heart. It was not his eyes that saw everything clearly, but the power of crimson that presented similar cognitions in his mind. .

John Kemp has gained some understanding of this otherworldly creator.

“I didn’t expect that a true god could also keep accounts.”

Barnes maintained a deliberately flirtatious tone, using sarcastic jokes to lighten the silence in the group. This kind of behavior is actually easier to understand from a mortal perspective. Many martial races, such as orcs, have the habit of making marks on weapons and braids to promote their achievements. A notch or a braid was used to represent a memorable enemy, and they used this way to show their courage and glory.

But from the perspective of the victim, this habit is a bit barbaric and cruel.

Everyone present believed that every name on the wall originally had a unique owner.

"If every wall of those stone chambers we passed before was like this..."

A strange stone wall with names written on it surrounded several people, and the adventurers shuddered.

Raven sighed, "What a dangerous god."

John shook his head and offered his own opinion to correct his companion's misconceptions.

"A real evil god would not do such a thing. In front of gods, mortals are like ants, and no one would think that killing some ants is something worthy of boasting."

"Hundreds of years are just a moment in the eyes of the gods, and no matter how outstanding a mortal is, they will not be valued by the gods."

John moved his hand away from the wall, the red light disappeared, and the names almost blended into the black stone wall, sinking into darkness together with the stone room.

“He recorded every name, every name that was as dust to Him.”

"Even if the humble existence represented by the name has disappeared in time, even if He will also fall and decay, He still records these names."

John filled in his holes.

"Oh, He has done more than that. These are sacrifices. Everything about mortals except their names has already been held in His hands."

"Obsessed with controlling every sacrifice, even the names that no one has mentioned must be recorded on rocks."

“This god valued his sacrifices and demonstrated his ‘love’ in a way that we cannot agree with.”

"This Creator has no evil intentions, but His actions are like an evil god to humans."

After listening to John's explanation, the adventurers fell into thinking.

"Could it be that our resistance was wrong, and that it was a good thing that Morgan let the Creator fall?" Bella covered her head. The current situation described by the warlock made Pixie feel dizzy.

"No, there is nothing wrong with our resistance." Galahad replied firmly, "When Morgan ascends through the fall of the Creator, she will only become a selfish god, and our situation will be even worse than now."

John nodded.

"The reality is that there are often only bad and worse options. Our target was the Mind Flayer, but Morgan's men captured Vivian, and Morgan was on the opposite side of us. This unites you and me, our alliance It may not be perfect, but it’s better to support each other than to work alone.”

…

Change creates ripples in boredom.

Raven motioned to his companions to stick to the wall. He stood at the edge of the corner, patiently listening to the sounds made by the little paws not far away in the mucus.

A quick glance revealed its trace to Raven. It was a brain-eating monster. At this time, the monster's tentacles turned like probes towards the corner where the adventurer was hiding, and slowly approached in confusion.

Raven knew that the brain-eating monster must have caught his excited emotions. He knew this, but his emotions continued to boil uncontrollably.

The slave mark on his face was now like a burning flame, constantly tightening Raven's facial nerves.

Morena Adelac, his former mistress, was nearby, and they broke into the Mind Flayer's incubation chamber, where the slaves were kept.

Raven gasped at the pain, and the activated mark was strengthening the warrior's strength, making him reckless and impulsive.

Unable to wait any longer, Raven made a judgment in his heart and reached for the sword behind his back.

John stopped him, grabbing Raven's hand, almost causing the warrior to fight back out of habit. The dragon scales on the warlock's arms disappeared, and his rational eyes relieved the warrior's tension.

let me.

Raven accepted the warlock's offer.

John Kemp came out of the corner, and the brain-eating monster immediately put on a defensive posture. Its tentacles all stretched out, and its psychic tentacles penetrated deep into John's mind.

The brain-eating monster put down its claws, its brain-shaped body trembled happily, and the brain-eating monster became more obedient. At the same time, the brain-eating monster's greetings came from John's psychic energy.

[We, guards, slaves. 】

[Lost, we return. 】

John's mind flayer abilities came from the mind flayers he defeated from the Dark City and were once part of this fleet of conch ships.

Just like the Crenzo family warlock who was sacrificed last time, John Kemp stole the identity of the mind flayer. The corrupted psychic energy of Veltis cannot be detected by the brain-eating monsters. For them without eyes, John is one of their mind flayer masters, a mind flayer who accidentally got lost and came back.

Raven walked out of the bunker at John's signal. John grabbed the warrior's shoulders and gave orders to the brain-eating monster.

[Slave, imprisoned. 】

The brain-eating monster agreed.