Crimson Servant

A snake emerged from a hole the size of a fist. It fell to the ground, and the sound of hitting the earth walls echoed around it. Its scales kept falling off, fragile polygonal flakes as brittle as paper. The old snake held its head high, and its body was like a knotted hemp rope. It kept rolling on the ground, and the pause in labor pain almost failed the transformation.

Saiman returned to his human form. He clutched his chest and sucked in air rapidly. When he was feeling better, Saiman looked back at the snake slough left at his feet, which looked like messy remains eaten by wild beasts. Saiman stepped on it hard and said a final goodbye to his skin.

He was withering, and the burning pain in his body reminded him every moment. The parasitic secret technique originated from the Shadow Druid made him suffer a lot. He knew this clearly. At the beginning, he did not think that he would suffer the backlash of parasitism like those losers.

The death of the tree mother fed back the same fate to Saiman. The influence called withering expanded in his body like a terminal disease, which was far more serious than the effects of his own aging.

Skin, blood vessels, organs, muscles, Saiman's body made an overwhelmed sound, and every part was dying and separated from the main control nerve. The old man felt that his body was becoming more and more unfamiliar, and an uncontrollable feeling of loneliness was constantly separating him from his own body.

Fingernails fell off, hands and feet were broken, vision was blurred, and the whole person disintegrated in a strange peace.

Fear activated his will to survive, and Saiman continued to use magic to reshape his body. This was very simple for him as a plant, but the new limbs would soon end in decay.

Saiman's life is crumbling, just like the layers of compact vaults above him. A slight force will cause all-round collapse as long as the key pillars are disturbed.

His body is like this, and so is his destiny.

Saiman raised the torch and walked into the darkness. With no way out, the old Druid now has no choice but to devote himself to the same people who will destroy his future.

Beloved ones.

…

"Wait a minute, Karl." The dwarf's voice came from behind. The paladin turned his head and saw his companions turning their faces to the back. Lightning, who was standing at the very back, held the torch high and stared at the footsteps they had left.

The four of them remained silent, and for a moment there was only the sound of the wind blowing the sand.

John rolled up his sleeves and moved his cold fingers. His trousers were buried in the sand, and the crimson magic detected what was hidden underground.

The arakkoa's reaction was even more obvious. His feathers stood up, his body slightly bent, his center of gravity shifted downward, the torch changed from holding it high to stretching forward, and his other hand held his dagger.

The wild instinct awakened in the ranger's heart, and the arakkoa silently chanted his heartbeat, focusing on the sand in front of him.

"...Three, two, one."

on the right!

The sand suddenly exploded around the arakkoa, and a giant centipede about five feet long rushed towards Lightning from the sand on the right side. Its upper body ejected like a spring, and a pair of crescent-shaped jaw teeth at the front pierced Lightning's chest straight.

Lightning responded quickly. He quickly jumped forward to avoid the bite. The dagger cut off two pieces of the attacking centipede's legs during the movement. The hook-shaped tip fell on the sand, and the strong acid body fluid leaked out from the section and made a hissing sound on the sand.

The lightning escaped harm, and the flying sand lost its force on the feathers. He ignored the giant insect behind him. He believed that his companions would help deal with it. The wilderness instinct still warns me that danger comes not only from behind, but also from the front.

Two protruding waves of sand came from a short distance away, and two giant centipedes emerged. This insidious beast originally planned to launch a surprise attack, but John fired two flaming arrows in advance to intercept them.

The scorched wounds on their body parts made the giant centipedes roar in annoyance, and they rolled their slender bodies in the sand until the fire on their carapace extinguished.

At this time, the first giant centipede that attacked had already died under Karl's sword. The paladin passed over the arakkoa and wiped the long sword stained with pungent acid with his palm. The sacred energy lingered on the blade, and the acid remove. Lightning returned to a safe position and drew his bow again.

Looking at the ferocious monster in front of him, Karl raised his shield with a relaxed expression.

"You should have informed me earlier."

The druid lifted up the long stick, and the leather armor turned into a dark tree color. Jurgen had just completed the enchantment of the oak stick technique, and tapped the stick in the palm of his left hand. The dwarf looked forward to the warm-up exercise.

"Time waits for no one, boy. Who makes you so slow?"

The beast that lost the opportunity will only end in failure in front of the prepared Suns team. With Jurgen's assistance, the two giant centipedes were unable to break through Karl's defense line. Their fangs and hooks could not penetrate the paladin's armor, and they were helpless against spells and arrows.

One was neatly cut into two pieces by the Paladin, and the other was hit in the vital point by lightning. It struggled and rolled on the sand for a while before dying.

Lightning disposed of the corpses of three giant centipedes and collected the centipede venom glands. When Karl looked back, the arakkoa had already cut open the insect's digestive bag and was poking around in a mass of pickled fish with a dagger.

"This place is more vibrant than we imagined. Look what it ate, three scorpions, a viper...and a big rodent rat, which digested so fast. They must have been extremely hungry to think Eat prey as big as ours.”

Karl crossed his arms and stared at the centipede corpse with a cold expression.

"This is their stupidest idea."

"That's not important." Jurgen put his ear on the sand, noticed no movement, and then raised his head, "The rich species show that the fourth level area has its own ecosystem. We cannot simply regard this place as a dead place. Who knows what else is waiting for us in the desert, God knows how much those ancient mages put here before there are still living creatures moving around hundreds of years later."

John stared at the moon in the distance, and he did not agree with the dwarf's statement. The fourth floor was not an experimental animal area. The crash of the floating city is devastating to most living creatures, and it is impossible for the underground city to retain so many small animals that serve as the bottom of the food chain. He further believed that these lives came from the mysterious reproductive power and nest function of the underground city. The closed environment would attract various monsters to migrate around, just like water accumulating in depressions.

What really confused John was the origin of this large desert.

There is no reason why the arid and desolate desert should attract the interest of those ancient mages. The Mage Tower will only leave behind the most useful things. John admits that his taste in the Bloody Inn is unique, but the vast desert in the Mage Tower? The Asht Empire did not originate in the desert, and sand was not a scarce and rare research resource.

The moon changed at this time, and the bright and clear light began to fluctuate, and began to distort like a reflection in water. The light that illuminated the fourth floor began to twist and fluctuate, and the space bathed in light also distorted with the light.

The exclamations of his companions turned into a long string of strange sounds in John's ears, and their bodies also transformed into noodles with the twists and turns of light. Gravity became chaotic, a feeling of dizziness filled his brain, and a hot feeling spread from his fingers to his whole body. John felt that his stomach was churning. A familiar tearing feeling brought the chaotic emotions back to reality, and John's confused mind gradually understood the truth of the abnormality.

These are the sequelae of entering an abnormal state of time and space.

The fourth layer area is an unstable area that often produces space-time chaos. The distorted time and space tore apart the land and kneaded the soil into the tiniest particles, forming the desert. The chaotic time and space continues to transport various materials, making this cold desert endlessly alive.

This desert will continue to reshape itself, and John, who is in a state of weightlessness, quietly looks at the suspended sand grains around him, as if he is in a static sandstorm.

John even thought of the cause of the fourth-level space-time anomaly.

That's out of control [Philosopher's Gate].