Crimson Servant

The place where Raman fell was now empty. [Veltis's Vicious Red Mist] was only interested in the wisdom in the brains of intelligent creatures, but if there was an order from John, it would digest other things by the way.

"He shouldn't know." John looked at the empty space coldly, as if he wanted to kill Raman's remaining breath.

"Juantris...I never told anyone." John guessed that his friends, who had personally set foot on the crimson plain, might be able to deduce the truth from the fragmentary clues, and he quickly told the dark The idea is extinguished. Nora won't say it, she is more silent than anyone else in some aspects.

Where did it come from? It was clear that I was the only one who walked out of that crimson wasteland. Soon, John realized that he had taken it for granted. The pain he had experienced made him think that his recovery was a miracle and could not be replicated. He clearly knew that there were more "alive" things in that rotten red land.

Those former Veltis magicians, if they were not drained of their sanity by the ritual as John thought, if they had experienced adventures and regained their sanity after the disaster...he was not the only one who was blessed? The conquered ones may be their former acquaintances. As survivors of the Rotting Red Disaster, they will certainly know the truth after experiencing everything.

If this is the case, while John feels troubled, he is also very happy to get another chance to kill his enemy.

Because of the Sun's oath, he currently has no intention of breaking with the Sun Team. The fanatic Raman once proposed to use John's power to clear out the three people who fell into the trap, which showed that his arrangement under the pit would be difficult to cause serious damage to them.

John released some Vertis spells to fake the traces of the battle, creating the illusion that he was unable to prevent Raman from escaping after a struggle with the fanatic believer. He also wanted to continue to create some wounds on himself to increase his persuasion, but gave up after considering it again and again. When exploring dungeons, it is very important to maintain combat effectiveness. It is not wise to harm yourself just because of a cruel trick. Although the less-than-perfect disguise might arouse their suspicions, even a flawless disguise could not stop the suspicion of the evil-hating paladin.

Paladin Carl Demiras does not look like a logical figure using his IQ at all.

Ten minutes later, Karl and others rushed out from another deep path. They raised their weapons while running, and relaxed after looking at John.

"Where is the enemy?"

"He ran away." John raised his hand and pointed in the direction deep in the central area. "We faced off for a while. The Wiltis magician chose to retreat without staying too long. You guys arrived just in time."

"Veltis Warlock?" The arakkoa subconsciously stretched his neck and looked around uneasily. Jurgen lowered his head and thought, stroking his beard with his palms.

Paladin Carl's attention has long been attracted by John's forged crimson spell scars. He looked at the scars on the ground that looked like lacerated wounds with an expression of disgust. The red dust floating from them had a slight smell of rust.

"Such an evil force."

"The fanatic believer of the devil once mockingly showed off that they would hold a 'great' ceremony deep underground, and many of them were stationed in the central area. I guess they were attacking adventurers to collect Ritual sacrifices, just like this ambush. But they picked the wrong opponent."

John explained to Jurgen that the druids were examining his body for hidden curses, and that the dwarf stubbornly believed that he was more aware of the negative aspects of the curse than he was.

"There's no trace of the curse. You're so lucky, John." Jurgen finally forced a bottle of self-mixed herbal medicine onto John, saying it could enhance his resistance.

"But the evil aura on him is still there, even stronger!" Carl, who was holding Crenzo's silver spoon, muttered. He did not seriously raise doubts. Realizing that other people tolerated John, he could only act like He complained softly like exhaust to carry out his vow to hate evil as much as possible.

"Maybe it was contaminated during the battle?" The kind-hearted Crow Man put forward his own guess.

"But he didn't even have a wound on his body, so how could he be tainted with the evil aura!" Lightning's guess, which was full of loopholes, gave the Paladin his confidence again, and he looked at John again, his eyes burning like a torch.

"Where's your explanation? Warlock!"

John chuckled.

"Magic, it's magical."

The Paladin was enraged by the success. Karl pulled out his sword and roared loudly: "Let me strike him with the Holy Sword. If he groans in pain, he is evil!"

"It will hurt even if you are cut. Use your remaining brain cells that have not been gilded with positive energy to think carefully, Paladin."

The farce ended quickly, and John had new suggestions for his companions.

"We should take a detour. Since the central area is occupied by the Veltis Warlock, I suggest avoiding its sharp edge."

"We should defeat them! How can the enemy hesitate to move forward now!"

Lightning denied the Paladin's words.

"No, Carl, you don't understand what a Veltis Warlock is. Maybe you've heard of the Rotten Red Calamity in Juantris five years ago, but nothing else. As far as I know, the Crimson Calamity God Vertis is a god of suffering, and his followers are keen on spreading pain and death. Facing them means more damage. Those fanatic followers have curse spells with terrible costs, some even after the death of the caster. Spells that can also be activated. They are like...like..."

"A plague." John continued. "Some people confuse the crimson god Vertis with the Lady of Pain, Lauvita, but they are different in doctrine. Followers of Lauvita believe that pain is a kind of grace. , pain will make the spirit tough, torture is not the purpose, it is a means to produce happiness. And the followers of Wiltis... They believe in the potential of the spirit and believe that people have not exerted the real advantages of wisdom, beliefs, dogma, reason, etc. They are all shackles. When all the shackles are shattered under torture, the spirit will burst into real power. Oh, by the way, they believe that the body is also a shackles. So the Veltis Warlock tortures a sound mind to the spirit When it collapses and erases consciousness into nothingness, it will sacrifice this life and the explosive spirit to the crimson god. Those with strong minds will be considered to have higher potential, and some people will be developed He became a follower of Vertis, but at that time he was also close to madness.”

"...Why do you know so much about the Wiltis cultists?" Karl stared at John.

John was stunned for a moment.

"Probably because of the desire to survive."

"Desire for life?"

"Veltis Warlocks prefer to hunt spellcasters such as mages and warlocks. They believe that high IQ means high potential. They are definitely more willing to attack me than you."

Karl twitched his lips.

"A bunch of lunatics, with no logic at all. Those who clearly believe in God are the ones with the strongest will."

At this time, John noticed that Jurgen was standing nearby without saying a word, his head hung low, and the dwarf's height reduced his presence.

"Anything you want to add? Jurgen."

John thought that the distracted dwarf did not hear their words, but he was just silent, like a thin crack in the rock.

"I chose to face those people head-on. I got to see them."

"Oh, no, they have two votes." Lightning said with some frustration.

"No, Lightning, the Sun Team is not a voting system. We will consider everyone's ideas, everyone's." John stared at Jurgen, thinking about his reasons for doing this. This is undoubtedly a disadvantage to himself. Before finding Nola, he must stay away from those Wiltis fanatics and lead the Sun Team deeper. If he encounters any team with a sorcerer from Vertis, and that person says "beloved ones", the trust he has patiently built will fall apart.

It would be difficult to kill them before they opened their mouths without using the most convenient crimson spell, and John did not think that Jurgen would let him kill them in a sneak attack.

The dwarf druid may also be looking for someone, and the person he is looking for may be among the ranks of the Veltis magician like Nora. He didn't know the general location of the man, so he was prepared to contact every team related to Vertis to find him.

No, that's what I'm trying to avoid. Think carefully, John, what words you should use to persuade this stubborn dwarf.

"We will eventually have a battle with the Veltis Warlocks. They are plotting rituals in the depths. There must be more people and more dangerous challenges gathered there. In order to deal with future difficulties, we must also save our energy..."

"Why... don't we escape?" Lightning put forward his own opinion. The fear of dangerous elements made the arakkoa retreat. "If those people really entered and occupied the underground city in large numbers, our original goal would probably be It will also be interrupted and unable to be completed, so why not go back and inform the federal city lord of this information."

Of course not, God knows what they would do to Nora.

John saw the fluctuation in the dwarf's eyes and knew that the two of them had similar thoughts at this time.

"No danger can stop me from hunting the enemy of the sun! We ignore the dangers of the dungeon to explore because of our respective goals, and the dangers of Veltis are of course no exception."

If conditions allowed, John would really like to applaud the Paladin, applauding without any sarcasm or malice.

"Okay! I have changed my mind." The dwarf said, "I support the detour. Sooner or later we will face the most terrifying ones among the Veltis warlocks. I believe I will get the answer there. . He is not a pawn who knows how to do odd jobs."

“It’s nice that we’re aligned again.”

Yes, that’s right, when I find Nora, I don’t care whether I’m exposed or not. Nora Sebas is my perfect companion, a hundred times better than you.

"Okay, then leave the judgment to those who are unforgivable. The question is, how to get around it?"

John smiled.

"Use the silver key and take the employee entrance."