Crimson Servant

The blood-red chains spread out in all directions, and the crimson magic penetrated into the upwardly released magic light, drawing on the crimson power of creation to expand its limits and probe toward the top ritual position.

The target is outside the maximum casting range.

John looked at the top of the sin chains that had condensed into a rope, which was still a long way from the huge black disk under the sun. The plot of land where the Warlock is located is a broken green-blue sloping roof, which is already at the highest point of the Broken Castle. Above this is the rubble and dust that cannot stand, and the dusty sky. Vivian's promotion ceremony venue, a dark disk.

There must be a way to get there, but after the divine power of the blood-red abyss was released, the Broken Castle withstood further erosion of power, and the fragments became even more fragmented and chaotic. Trying to find a usable teleportation item in this floating sea of ​​garbage is simply impossible. Looking for a needle in a haystack.

Arlington. John remembered the only flying unit in the team. Just as he was about to summon the Hell Guard Contract, a figure fell out of the void beside John.

"Galahad?!"

White smoke was rising from the silver-white armor, and extruded cracks covered the entire armor. The escaped knight lay on the ground, sweating profusely, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

"Are you okay?" John hurriedly helped the Blasphemous Knight up and escaped the punishment of the true God. John never thought that Galahad could do it.

Galahad's face was pale, fear filled his pupils, and his hair was twisting on his forehead like falling water. Galahad found focus in John's shaking.

"You don't know what I saw in the void?" Galahad swallowed, "They surrounded this place."

"When they were changing, I tried to escape into the void to escape punishment. This attempt was not successful. He caught me, and I could feel my shelter turning into a claustrophobic cage, squeezing my body bit by bit. Feel."

"Just when I thought I was going to disappear completely, divine power pulled me back."

"We succeeded, right?" Galahad should also have seen the scene of Vivian's promotion.

Galahad smiled sadly. He tried hard to appear optimistic, but the previous bad experiences seemed to have welded the pain on his face, leaving a pretentious look.

"No, not yet. Zatanos, do you remember? That Mind Flayer, he must have left behind a back-up when he kidnapped Vivian. What you see now is an illusion covered up by him. We have to Stop him, otherwise Vivian... the consequences will be disastrous. "

John grabbed Galahad's arm and pointed at the palm-sized black disc in his field of vision.

"Take me there with your power, Galahad."

Without saying anything, Galahad put his arm around John's shoulders, and their figures blurred and disappeared.

Escaping into the void, everything in front of John's eyes was covered with a layer of crystal black, and the boundaries of materials became blurred. He could only barely distinguish the distance of these materials with the help of the fluctuations of blurred outlines caused by movement. There are no shadows here, and several huge groups of luminous energy bodies surround the small space where the two of them are.

Distance has no meaning here, nor does up, down, left, or right. In John's chaotic perception, it seemed as if they had just taken a small step, but the pulling force felt by their bodies proved that they had arrived at the right place.

They're landing.

After the ripples of matter completely transformed into a fixed form, John finally understood the meaning of what he had just seen.

The gods wait outside the broken world.

Galahad shows up in a bad place with John.

The fast-moving red mist was like a sharp knife tearing the skin of the two people. They seemed to be squeezed into the gap between two walls, unable to advance or retreat.

"We're stopped!" Galahad roared loudly in the red mist, the only way to be heard amidst the noisy particle collisions.

John released the blood in his body to form a barrier around Galahad, and he was completely exposed to the red mist. He needed enough stimulation and needed to release the best form of crimson power to break into the ceremony.

…

Zatanos does not understand the state he is in now. All steps of the great plan have been completed, and the black egg has been linked to the selected body. As long as it is parasitic and combined, and irrigated by the energy of the Crimson Power, the Mind Flayer Master Brain will be quickly transformed in this container.

Why was the progress at this time extremely slow? Why didn't I feel the slightest sense of urgency in my heart? I just quietly observed the red mist of the ceremony.

Zatanos looked at the giant claws that were pulling at the barrier.

There is a layer of blood-colored fascia attached to the white bone claw, like a pair of translucent rubber gloves. Every time it collides with it, jumping lightning will be released. After several attempts, the claws finally opened a gap in the red mist, and then ten fingers pierced into it, tearing the gap open on both sides.

Zatanos saw his head, an alien skull that was too bloody even by mind flayer standards. Before the Mind Flayer could see the details of his face, the crimson favored man's head was twisted and deformed by the Mind Flayer's senses, turning into a spiritual void covered with psychic tentacles, like a strange black sun.

The monster with the sun's head squeezed out of the hole, dragging a blood-streaked red cocoon behind him, from which Galahad, the Knight of the Round Table, fell.

The feeling of uneasiness called the police in the mind flayer's heart, but for Zatanos at this time, these feelings were too vague, as if another self was yelling at him through the soundproof glass, and his brain could not understand the situation in front of him. .

Until the crimson power linking the Black Egg and Vivian is cut off by the monster, until Zatanos's body is pierced by the chains released by the Crimson Beloved, until the mind flayer's sight coincides with that of the Knight of the Round Table, Galahad. .

Only then did they understand one thing.

He had already betrayed his original group and became part of this sacrifice.

"The ceremony must not be interrupted."

"The ceremony must not be interrupted."

The Mind Flayer and the Knights of the Round Table repeat the same fact.

Zatanos' body disintegrated in front of the Crimson Beloved, and red blood flowed from his body. This mind flayer, who coveted divine power, had already been assimilated by divine power. Galahad's body burned with white flames, his armor completely shattered, and a simple white robe appeared in the flames. The white robe was stained with the blood flowing from Zatanos, and gradually turned red from the bottom.

With the same face, the god of ritual sacrifices, Seclonfas, appeared in front of the sacrifice he had already chosen.

In this country of lies, everyone is using the rules set by the gods to achieve their own goals.

Morgan and the Knights of the Round Table under her command are like this.

Such is the case with Zatanos and his mind flayers.

So is the god of ritual. Mortals harness His power, and He harnesses these mortals.

The appearance of Seclonface convinced John that the usurpation ritual that Morgan believed in, the sacrilegious ritual that the mind flayer was trying to interfere with, was not the correct promotion.

This is a disguised sacrifice, its purpose is to offer the mortal body as a vessel for the god of ritual sacrifice. Under the deliberate guidance of Galahad, also known as Seclonfas, John Kemp interrupted the ceremony.

[The ceremony cannot be interrupted. 】

The iron law set by Seclonfas is one of the rules of this world, and John has already felt the price.

A close connection was formed between John Camp and Seclonfas, a concept anchored by the power of crimson. He became Seclonfas's new container.

But now, the sacrificial ceremony has begun again, and the god of ritual sacrifices is eroding the consciousness of the magician bit by bit.

John couldn't resist.

As if to prove that this web of lies and conspiracy was completely in line with the will of fate, Seclonfas revealed a secret to John while corroding.

"I've had many names."

"The God of Sacrifice, the First White Flame, the Blasphemer, the Fallen, the Creator Cyclonphas..."

Crimson power emerged around Seclonfas. They turned into chains, they turned into red mist, they turned into lightning. Seclonfas's cynical expression turned into a joking laughter. He looked at the crimson monster and spoke. There is a hint of intimacy in it.

"Mortals fear my power, they distinguish my corruption from me, and they give the completely fallen me a new name, a name you are absolutely familiar with."

"Viltis."

"Beloved, you will eventually become me."

"This is the price of this gift."