Crimson Servant

John Kemp has never regarded Veltis as his ally. He is full of malice towards him, and the warlock's inner hatred towards the Crimson God will deepen with every sacrifice ceremony.

But no matter what, the Crimson God has never directly expressed hostility to the Warlock. He is an elusive demon, the embodiment of malice and negative energy. Why should a demon be hostile when dealing with an ant under his control? This concept was once the talisman that John Kemp used to comfort himself, and Seclonfas's words revealed the ugliest scars on the sorcerer's body.

John Kemp's punishment of Veltis was so weak that it was easy for the devil to control him.

How does a slave escape from his controlling master?

Is the hatred enough? Is the roar enough? Struggle enough?

John felt the erosion of Seclonfas's consciousness, which was gradually deepening numbness and coldness. Starting from his fingertips, John lost consciousness little by little and couldn't feel his own body temperature. It was like he was locked in a dark container, and its area was still shrinking, as was his own body.

Fingers, palms, forearms, elbows... little by little disappeared from my consciousness. This body, gnawed by the crimson, is gradually losing control. The crimson god is taking back his possessions bit by bit.

The slow process seemed to deliberately amplify John's inner fear and despair. Fear was like a rising tide that grabbed John Kemp by the throat, suffocating him and making him unable to breathe.

The instinct of self-saving caused the warlock to release spells. The destructive crimson spell was countered by the more powerful crimson power, and the controlled psychic tentacles heard another voice.

[Guess, beloved one, why this world prohibits all spellcasting, but allows the existence of crimson power and spiritual energy. 】

[Crimson is the source of my power, and psychic energy is the tool used to capture you. 】

The power that penetrated into the mind from the other side of psychic energy caused the warlock's mind to fall further. John had lost his vision, but in the blurred vision, Seclonface's bloody robe was still clearly visible.

He invaded his consciousness.

Seclonfas stretched out his hand towards John, who was about to fall. He closed his blood-red eyes, the blood faded from his body, and the pale peace and tranquility occupied John's entire perception.

[Sacrifice does not mean death, my beloved. 】

[I'm not kind, I just don't want to let go. 】

【Join me, become me, this is destiny. 】

[Integrate into thousands of palaces and become one of the crimson stars. 】

John sneered in his heart, why would a winner have to show off, and what's the point of showing mercy to a sacrifice. Distort your own life, create yourself with bad taste, but at the last moment say some sympathy that makes people laugh.

Could this be part of a ritual, like a salute before killing an opponent?

Secron is a god who is obsessed with rules, which John has realized.

But it was this last gesture, like a compassionate god, that brought John a turning point.

John felt the difference, the difference between the two Crimson Gods.

The Wiltis in John's memory, the wicked devil, would never show mercy. Vertis must have jumped out of the stage at the last moment, sat on the most gorgeous chair, pointed at the defeated John Kemp and laughed at him, while boringly announcing that he deserved to win.

Vertis laughed at himself, tortured himself, and never sympathized with himself. He seizes when he desires, and kills when he hates them. The Crimson God never cares about the feelings of other creatures. He is the corruptor, the evil god who makes everyone twist and obey his will.

And you, Seclonfas! What's the matter with you! Are you considered the Crimson God like this?

John separated these two very similar beings from his mind. He instantly felt his mind cleared, and his will to obey Seclonfas gradually turned into resistance.

The crimson power, the crimson power emerging from the warlock's body, separated John's consciousness from Seclonfas.

"You are not Him! Veltis is worse than you!"

An expression of shock and anger appeared on Seclonfas's face. The crimson power that had already taken control of the situation instantly tore apart the defense of the magician. The God of Ceremonies became angry and tore off the disguise of kindness. His eyes were blood red and became even more violent. Divine power tightened its grip on John's consciousness.

Holding back the severe pain, the magician showed an expected expression.

"You can't kill me. The sacrifice ceremony is all about me, my body, my mind, and my soul. The ceremony cannot be interrupted, so you have to wait for the erosion to be complete, but even if the ceremony is completed, my Consciousness and thoughts will not die. Instead, they will become a part of you. As long as my will to resist exists, there will always be a part in your consciousness that resists you, so you will try at the last moment when I am desperate. Advise me to surrender."

"You are too weak, Seclonfas, so weak that you need to use lies to achieve your conspiracy."

"It really makes me laugh that a god who made the rules is limited by the rules."

Seclonfas's expression changed several times, and finally returned to his cynical and cold face.

[You overestimate yourself. The disobedience of mortals is just dust to God. You, at best, are just one ten millionth of me, a few grains of sand blown by the wind. 】

[You have lost control of your body and only have this remnant of consciousness. 】

[The overall situation has been decided. 】

"enough."

John Kemp laughed maniacally.

"Grains of sand can also form storms."

"The residue of consciousness is enough for me to open my spiritual network."

"Open! The door to the soul!!!"

A bright silver starlight appeared in front of John and quickly condensed into [Crenzo's Silver Key]. The silver key driven by divine power shot out like lightning and inserted into the sorcerer's forehead.

The key turns.

Snap!

All of John Camp's spiritual barriers were opened at this moment, and John Camp once again became the collective consciousness of the spiritual network.

The consciousness collapsed into a psychic black hole. A conscious body that had synchronized John's thinking sensed the call and crawled out of the black hole along the spiritual network.

The snake-like body twisted and twisted, its sharp claws hooked the tall body of the Crimson Beloved, the spoke-ribbed flying wings spread out behind the magician, and the brass dragon let out a deafening roar.

Merlin's hands grasped the edge of the psychic black hole, regardless of whether John's head in this state could hear it.

"John! I've warned you a long time ago that the truth of the world is hidden in those books of lies, but you still don't listen!"

"Now, I have to force all this knowledge into your head!"

The brass dragon's head is facing down and its mouth is wide open. The magic power full of knowledge and information turns into accumulated dragon breath in the brass dragon's mouth. The amount of information that ordinary people cannot bear is enough to cause a person's consciousness to collapse in an instant. The angry Merlin didn't care about this at all at this time. He just wanted to use brainwashing techniques to engrave this knowledge on John's cerebral cortex, even if it was physically inscribed.

Seclonfas certainly knew what this meant.

Merlin's breath of knowledge will kill John's consciousness, and the sacrificial ceremony will be terminated due to lack of sacrifices.

Seclonface drove the red mist to instantly corrupt the brass dragon. The crimson power could not harm John because he was part of the ritual, and the dragon was not.

[How dare you hurt my sacrifice! 】

All of Merlin's brass scales were eroded by crimson, like a blood-red statue that was rapidly weathering. But in the next second, under the astonished gaze of Seclonfas, the giant dragon statue was covered with cracks, platinum light burst out from the fragments, and the high-heat breath was compressed into a beam of light, which penetrated straight through the body of the Crimson Beloved. The ritual penetrated the blood-red abyss.

Everyone heard the dragon's roar, and the majestic sound resounded through the sky.

"No one! Can stop me!"

"The Wrath of Bahamut!!!"