Crimson Servant

Blood and fire fell from the sky, and the ominous red color filled every pair of uneasy eyes. People slumped to the ground helplessly, crying and seeking refuge from the gods of faith. But it's over, everything is over. When disaster strikes the earth, the collective cry of fragile life can only be regarded as a weak sigh. Heaven and earth returned to chaos, and in that destruction, there was only the voice of Veltis, and the madness of his servants after death.

Karl saw the crimson depths, and the illusion of oppression appeared in his mind. The powerful enemy in front of him even seemed a little insignificant in such a revelation. The paladin knew that this was a warning from the gods: the terrible ritual was about to be completed.

The heroic paladin gradually became proficient in dealing with the Wendigo's fighting rhythm. Maybe with a little more time, he could overwhelm him in a sword duel, but time was not on his side. Karl held down the shield and rolled sideways into the air with the help of the impact. He shouted to his prepared companions: "John!"

Karl's reminder was not necessary, the magician had already picked the right moment. After the Shadow Druid was dealt with, Veltis' Chain of Sin returned to John to gain momentum. With the support of the spreading red mist, John's casting speed was a little faster.

"Veltis' Chain of Sin!"

The countless chains that erupted did not appear in the red mist behind John like last time. The chains penetrated the masonry and emerged from the Wendigo's feet. The entire room at the Philosopher's Gate shook violently, and the blood-red and solid chains came from any possible way. The angle pierced the Wendigo's body, bringing out his dark red blood to perform torture.

【Viltis's...】

The violent chains penetrated Wendigo's palms, his throat, and all possibilities of movement. Without giving Wendigo a chance to recover, the chained monster ushered in the cold death.

The icy wind reunited at Karl's feet, and the Paladin drank the last bottle of undead potion. The power of the potion flowed in his veins, and the power of the Sun Beloved transformed into a more deadly cold current. Karl raised his sword high, and the deathly cold storm rolled with his roar.

"Howling wind, impact!"

The storm of undead energy rushed towards the Wendigo like a blade, hitting the center of the monster's body. The music of condensation and crushing played simultaneously, and the dregs mixed with minced meat were sprinkled on the stone steps outside Stonehenge.

The death knight's mechanical armor was recovered, and the overloaded steam emitted white smoke on Karl's arm. His face was pale, and his whole body was drained of strength by that full-force blow.

The Wendigo should be dead, right? He must have been in a worse state than me since he took a full blow from me, a dragon slayer, head on.

John looked at the dissipating ice and snow cyclone, and the miserable look of the Wendigo came into view. He shrank in a circle, and a layer of skin and flesh was scraped off his burly body by the ice blade. The wound was so deep that the bones were visible. The arm that blocked the sword wind was like a withered bone frozen in the ice, and his body looked like a shaved body. of skeletons.

But even so, the red light in Wendigo's eyeballs has not gone out, and he is still alive.

[...You...can't stop me...just like you...can't stop the ceremony...]

The magic power of the Philosopher's Gate emits a dazzling magic halo, as if it is wailing. In Stonehenge, the sacrificial fanatics have lost their bodies, and their souls have turned into a ball of bloody energy with the loss of flesh and blood, pouring into the crimson ring that is already the same circle as Stonehenge. From the other side of the void, The disgustingly sticky divine power can't wait.

The ceremony is completed.

The frost seemed to have affected the toughness of the chain, and the sound of breaking continued from scratch. The Wendigo was breaking free from its restraints. After completing the ceremony, he was reviving under the reward of the Crimson God.

The magic power of the Philosopher's Gate has also been charged under the influence of the gathered divine power. As long as the next moment, with just a little stimulation, it will discard the corrupting energy that affects it to a sad place. Wherever that is, it's going to be pathetic.

[Don’t be depressed, you will also face the end]

Wendigo sneered, and the crimson holy symbol with heavy divine power returned to his hand. He had become infinitely close to the Beloved. In the confrontation with John's crimson spell, there will no longer be the situation of being suppressed by the warlock's spell, which means that the Sun Team will die quickly.

Karl raised his shield and was planning to buy time for his companions. A shadow rushed forward like a sharp arrow.

boom! The aftermath of the collision of forces caused the unstable room structure to shake again. Wendigo looked at the voice wrestling with him, and there was a bit of surprise in his voice.

[Oh, Beloved One, you never let me get bored. 】

The arms holding the Wendigo were covered with scarlet scales. His face was protruding, and his head was as protruding as a reptile with small horns and fins. His blood-red vertical eyes were full of murderous intent, and his nose that was shrunk into small holes spewed out the smell of sulfur. flame. The claws made cracks on the floor tiles, and a short tail fell out from under the robe that was torn into a prototype of a chain.

John Kemp became a red dragonborn.

The power strengthened by the dragon's blood allowed the once weak warlock to resist the power of the Wendigo. John opened his bloody mouth and roared at the Wendigo.

[This makes no sense. 】

"No, that's enough."

The Dragonborn's face showed pleasure. The teleportation energy of the Philosopher's Gate had been released. The burst of magic sucked the continuous corrupt energy in the crimson ring and transferred it to the teleportation gate. This powerful pulling force continued to expand, breaking through the limitations of Stonehenge. . The Wendigo is involved, along with the Warlock.

Before leaving the material plane, John glanced at the broken bricks at his feet.

Those rampant crimson chains were not meant to kill Wendigo, but to restrain him and destroy the anchor crystals in these stone bricks, expanding the transmission range of the Philosopher's Gate and interfering with the corrupting energy. combine together. He has caused disaster and will be the first to suffer it.

In the chaotic dimension, Wendigo and John were simultaneously overwhelmed by the majestic crimson power. Their bodies were rotting, and their mana turned into a flame that burned their souls. The crimson power was eroding everything, transforming them into themselves. a part of.

Their connection has not loosened, or in other words, now that their consciousness is torn apart and their whole body is in severe pain, the strength of the other person coming from their fingers has become a gentle comfort.

Ah, it's great that I'm not the only one suffering.

[Is this how you stop me? No, I will survive the Red Rot, just like you, the "survivor" of Juancrit. 】

John Kemp, who had already been through it once, fared better than the Wendigo and his vocal cords had healed.

"I promised them that I will not let your conspiracy come true. These divine powers will turn into a disaster anywhere except one place."

"A place that has become a disaster."

All the previous research and preparation paid off. Borrowing the power of [Crenzo's Silver Key], John Camp gained control of the Philosopher's Gate at a critical moment. He changed the destination of this teleportation to a A familiar place.

The nightmare place where I was born.

The desperate place where Vertis made his name.

Juancrit.

The blood-stained sky, filled with red mist, and the desolate land where the air seemed to be burning. In the chaotic dimension, they had already felt the twisted and corrupt power of another plane, even for the two people who were at the center of the corrupt power. , their destination is even more distorted.

The portal was finally completed, and John, Wendigo, and the divine powers in the advent ceremony were all squeezed out and reached this land of disaster.

With his eyes and ears clear, John saw his enemy again.

"Wendigo, can it fly?"

Without giving his opponent time to react, John's already eroded arm broke off on its own. Two wing bones sprouted from his spine, and his wings, stained with blood and mucous membranes, spread out from behind.

He opened the portal above Juancrit and watched the Wendigo fall into the red mist with the power of crimson.

John had sworn to make the Wendigo's life worse than death, and he had no intention of breaking his promise.

The land of disaster is not dead and silent. There is something more terrifying than death in the red mist.

They had heard the sound of falling, and with added energy, thousands of red lights appeared in the red mist, and they headed towards the same position.

Those were the Crimson Servants, John Camp's first gifts to Veltis, the finest sacrifices.

The warlock murmured softly, spread his wings and flew back to the disappearing portal.

"Eat him, my fellow man."

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