Crimson Servant

Chapter 65 Enemy Spell
  The Wendigo continued to speak, like a soloist in a bloody opera. His voice was heavy and sharp, like needles piercing John's heart.

[When she came to me, I was surprised by her calm and calm attitude. She seemed to think that she was very good at dealing with the Crimson Servant. 】

[She said that her hometown is facing a war and needs a group of mercenaries, a group of lunatics who are not afraid of cruelty and spreading panic. 】

[We hit it off immediately, and an opportunity finally appeared around the Beloved. 】

[Nora Sebas actually doesn’t care about you that much. When she heard that we needed this Holy Emblem, she immediately agreed and asked us to speed up our plan to fulfill our promise. 】

[She is the most naive fool I have ever seen. She thinks her little tricks can work on Vertis and us. 】

[I like to listen to the screams and crush the bones. Nora Sebas is the one with the most beautiful voice. I eat her gratefully, sucking her blood like the wine of victory. 】

[Her hollow cries linger in my mind, and it’s hard to have such a delicious taste of despair again. 】

John's mind went blank. A painful suffocation gripped him. His whole body was shaking, and his sweaty hands covered his aching chest. John curled up, his speechless lips worked hard several times, and exhaled a pale breath.

He raised his head and looked at the tall beast with difficulty through dim vision.

Nora...dead?
  The druid's figure flashed before his eyes, and disappeared behind his head in an instant, like a flash of starlight. Every fragment, every fragmented memory, turned into a violent beast, gnawing at the sorcerer's sanity.

The fire of hatred rose from his chest, all the way up, breaking through a thousand locks in his throat.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill! ! !

With blood-red eyes, John abandoned all defenses and leveraged every ounce of crimson power in his body, just to accomplish his goal of tearing the Wendigo apart. No reservations, even if this body is drained to death, he must die in front of me! ! !

The descending divine power, the activated blood, everything turned into a storm of destruction under the will of John Camp.

"Kill you! I must kill you!!!"

The magician barked wildly, his bound body like a prisoner unable to move.

[Viltis’s ceremony cannot be interrupted. 】

Wendigo stood in the tumbling tide of magic, and the bloody chains slid past his eyes. They were struggling, they were twisting, but they were eventually drawn back into the crimson ring and became part of the power of the ritual.

The Wendigo let out a high-pitched laugh. At this moment, his plan was finally completed.

In his palm, the blood-stained emblem was inspired by John Camp's hatred, and the active crimson power burned towards its holder.

[Hahahaha, it’s true, Beloved One, your power is driven by hatred. 】

[Hate me, beloved one, your hatred will make me ascend to a higher level. 】

Wendigo controlled the blood holy symbol and used the power it released to create a gap in the red mist of the guardian ritual.

"God of the Sun, Eternal Light Wheel, Judge, Mithras, please bear witness to my oath..."

The wendigo looked back.

John Kemp stared at his enemy with nothing else in his eyes. The anger is condensing, settling into a more lasting and deadly force. The beloved of Veltis swear an oath to his god during the ceremony.

"I will kill him and give him a torment that will last longer than death."

"I will bear the flames until this oath is fulfilled, or I will be reduced to ashes."

John did not care whether Mithra heard him or not, but he swore an oath to the great notary to prove his resolve.

John's oath made the Wendigo pause, and after a few seconds, he smiled reluctantly, with some kind of twisted expectation. Come, you know where I am, beloved one. 】

The wendigo left.

John Kemp stayed where he was, quietly enduring the torment of time.

The dragon blood ritual was absorbed perfectly, even better than he imagined. Vertis seemed to be very satisfied with his beloved's sudden madness, and he gave him strength without hesitation.

At this time, the dragon corpse was shriveled up, its flesh and bones were stained with a layer of rusty red, and it became an empty shell that had been drained of its spirituality.

John's blood-colored chains transformed into a red robe covering his body. The flesh under the robe had been reborn due to the dragon bloodline. John stood up. He had never felt so full in his body, and there was a feedback of strength from every finger. Now, he is healthy, and the energy in his body seems to be filled and in urgent need of release.

Bang! The fist made a dull sound on the stone wall, leaving a shallow dent. The strength was comparable to that of a well-trained human warrior, so John rationally did not choose Carl as a comparison object.

The magician unclenched his fist and looked at the back of his hand, where the knuckles hit the stone wall. The scarlet dragon scales were slowly disappearing.

"Roar!"

A ball of pure red light escaped from the crimson ring, exuding burning heat and trailing a brilliant tail flame. Now, the red energy has penetrated into the red dragon's bones, trying to hide in it. But the shock wave directly shook the keel into powder, and the escaping red soul seemed not to have expected this.

The crimson power of Veltis once again captured this mass of spirituality. It could not resist the power of the gods and was reintegrating into the stars.

"Come to me, Azames the Red Dragon."

That mass of spirituality was the powerful essence of the red dragon. It heard the call, and its instinct of not wanting to be swallowed made it move closer to its former enemy. This initiative became an opportunity, and the power that had long been corrupted by Azames was passed from its body to John's hands along with this will.

John Kemp acquires new skills.

His hands also caught the red dragon's essence.

"My ritual will preserve the target's activity, so you can retain your consciousness and become my partner. You have no other choice, Azames."

The proud red dragon was unwilling to suffer such an end, but the situation forced him to give in.

but……

"I lied to you, I don't need a second voice around me."

The power of crimson shattered the essence of the red dragon Azames, and John Camp absorbed its fragments and integrated them into new skills, so that the spell became spiritual, like a new life.

John Camp is not worried about using the enemy's spirituality. Crimson erosion is irreversible to spirituality. The newly born spells can at most inherit some habits and instincts. John had performed this kind of operation several times and was already sure of it.

【Veltis' Chain of Sin】

[Veltis’ Vicious Red Mist]

John Camp released the crimson power in his body, and a violent red lightning penetrated the stone pillar and bounced continuously in the narrow space.

A few seconds later, John felt his shoulders sink. A pseudo-dragon the size of a small dog hooked the material on his shoulders with its claws and bit into the corners of his robe with its fangs.

The evil chain did not tolerate the newborn. The upturned fibers wrapped around the pseudo-dragon's body, and the rest turned into steel needles and stabbed towards the little red dragon's body. The pseudo-dragon exploded instantly, not because of the attack of the Sin Chain, but because it automatically decomposed into lightning and broke away from the bondage, electrocuting and biting the entire red robe at super fast speeds.

[Veltis’ violent lightning]

John Camp controlled Dragon Thunder's lightning transformation. Its wings were tied with a red ribbon and fell to the ground, with a bow tied to the root of its wings. Even so, Long Lei was still barking at John's robe, seemingly extremely hostile to his fellow magicians.

"It needs training for a while."

(End of this chapter)