Crimson Servant

Chapter 61 God's Guard
  "Jurgen!!!"

Carl wanted to rush into the fire several times, but the rolling heat wave forced him back. The flames roasted the young paladin, drying out his thoughts. The evil dragon in the sea of ​​fire was imprisoned in his eyeballs, and anger and hatred burned vigorously in them.

"Are you just going to keep watching?"

The cold voice of the warlock appeared in his ears, and John stood behind him, standing in the shadow of the paladin.

"No, it has to pay."

"Oh? You sound very confident." John raised his head, and the red dragon with crimson eyes had turned its head and looked over. Suddenly, he was no longer afraid of the dragon's terrifying physique. Its vicious gaze and its deadly breath became an insignificant background in John's eyes, adding texture to its evil.

"I'm not sure. No matter how arrogant I am, I don't dare to make a dragon my enemy." Karl's hand holding the sword tightened, and his posing actions were completely opposite to his suppressed tone. "But there are things I know are impossible, but I still have to do them."

That's really your style, Carl.

"Before you die, I'd better say thank you." John put his hand on Karl's armor, "For your efforts that almost degenerated into a death knight and tried in vain, may I ask what you thought at the time? "

Is this a thank you? Carl thought to himself and spoke the answer without hesitation.

"The most important thing is to survive. If I can save my companions, it doesn't seem like a bad thing to fall."

As expected, the Paladin's answer is as guessable as his character. Carl Demiras was a simple man, simple and direct. This obvious quality influenced the choice of the warlock, and John Kemp made up his mind.

"Ten minutes, hold off that dragon for me for ten minutes. Leave the rest to me."

Karl, whose intuition precedes thinking, did not question it. He stared at the oncoming red dragon, with only his own mission in mind.

"Ah."

"Do me one more favor..."

The warlock's hand left the paladin's back.

"Don't look back."

Karl was still wondering. Behind him, a solemn and terrifying aura suddenly came, and the familiar heart palpitations crazily tugged at his nerves. He had to focus on the giant dragon in front of him in order to paralyze the sacred power that kept alarming in his body.

Behind Karl, invisible evil is brewing, and the red mist is spreading. This time, there are no evil Wiltis fanatics holding a sacrificial ceremony, but the sense of oppression felt by the Paladin is not inferior to the red mist in front of him. dragon.

Everything is clear.

Behind him, there seemed to be a dozen fallen souls whispering together, and evil forces were gathering. The pressure from the front and back made Karl think that he had become a sandwich cookie.

The single-minded paladin quickly made a choice between the two evils. He looked at the red dragon in front of him who became more and more crazy, and raised his protective shield.

Divine power illuminated the shield, and Cal roared at his enemies.

"You have to get through me first, evil dragon!"

The crazy Azames noticed the power in the red mist that frightened it. Its madness was almost cured by its survival instinct. It couldn't wait to destroy the ritual magic going on in the red mist, but a figure appeared in front of it. Just clamoring ants.

"Go away, human!"

Azames turned his wing claws, and the twitching dragon wings swept across like a steel whip. Karl found a good angle and dodged under the dragon's wings. His long sword scraped sparks on the scales, causing no wounds but causing the red dragon to roar in pain.

The pain of the holy light entering his body made the red dragon furious with the paladin, but this warrior was as flexible as a loach under the red dragon's attack. Karl could dodge the wide-open and wide-open attacks, and he could always use his shield to reduce the damage if he couldn't avoid it. . Even so, the damage he suffered was enough to kill a normal human easily, but this paladin who danced with dragons could always cheer up under Azames's eyes, and he stubbornly blocked the holy healing spell. The Red Dragon's physical attack is a bit incredible in everyone's eyes. The increasingly dangerous red mist was like a reminder. Azames finally came to his senses and used his most powerful power, the flame of the red dragon.

Karl didn't dare to bet whether the spreading fire wave would disturb his companions if he avoided it, so the paladin made a bold and stupid decision. He breathed out towards the red dragon that could turn everything into scorched earth and raised his shield.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

The flames parted in front of the condensed red mist, an anxious figure split the breath into two, and the smell of barbecue filled the air.

Carl Demiras barely stood and lowered his hands. The shield he was equipped with had melted down to the size of a palm, the iron armor covering his whole body had been roasted red, and his beard and hair had been burned to ashes. If it weren't for the adaptive fire resistance of the Breaker Armor, he would have become a piece of charcoal.

Karl, who had saved his life and had dry and cracked skin, did not feel relaxed at all. The ten minutes were not even half over, but he had no ability to resist the dragon flames again. Looking at the giant dragon who took another deep breath and showed no signs of fatigue, a deep sense of powerlessness filled his arms.

He has no power, but he still has faith.

In such a critical moment, it is a good time to ask God for help.

Carl Demiras exhaled a breath, and his intuition drove him to make an oath from his soul.

“God of the Sun, Eternal Nimbus, Mithras the Judge;

I, Carl Demelas, hereby solemnly swear to you;

The enemy before me is true evil;
  I will use any means or cost to punish the evildoers;

May the great notary witness my oath,

Grant me the authority of the sun. "

The paladin closed his eyes and quietly felt the revelation. The heat in the air hit my face, and the pain in my body continued. Karl opened his eyes, feeling full of exhaustion.

The sun god did not agree with his oath. Maybe it's because of his depraved behavior before becoming a death knight, or maybe it's because he doesn't mean it when he covers up the evil behavior behind it. Karl thought about what he should do if his experiences along the way really made him deviate from justice, but when the gods really stopped responding to him as a favored one, he realized how desperate it was.

The sun gave up on him.

The evil of the Crimson God is coming. Deep in this dark underground, different believers are calling for their Lord.

Lightning Spear was crawling on the mud. He injured his leg in the fall, so he noticed the movement and returned to the main group much later. He saw everything, and without thinking, the arakkoa stood up and took out the solar calendar stone from his chest.

The unattractive stone was now on fire, like the sun.

The hard stone melted like a candle in the palm of the arakkoa's hand, turning into a flaming arrow when it touched the lightning longbow. At the tip of the arrow, the burning flame took the shape of a bird, and the Acolyte of the Sun began his prayer.

“The King of Fire Spirits, Wings of Light, Loti the One Who Is Self-Burning;
  Your wing clan, Lightning Spear, here offers the penance of life and the gift of life;
  Please give the sun's favor to me to my noble fellow travelers;
  Keep your mind and actions from falling into darkness. "

As Lightning prayed, the fire crow on the arrow became more and more vivid. He turned his head and looked at his believers.

Lightning Spear's eyes showed attachment, and he said reluctantly and resolutely: "Go, my lord, burn yourself and illuminate others. Isn't this what you taught the arakkoa."

The fire crow spread its wings, and as the lightning let go, it turned into sharp arrows and rushed into the battlefield.

[Go back and tell your father that you are the next Sun Priest. 】

(End of this chapter)