Crimson Servant

Chapter 99 Arrival

The Eversa war priests who maintained domain spells suddenly felt a stinging pain invading their brains. They could not bear it and were forced to terminate the magic. The great priest Claudius covered his heart and knelt down on the altar, vomiting blood.

"Lord Claudius!!" The guards quickly helped the injured high priest up. Under the worried gazes of the priests, the pale and older priest waved his hands. He came to the tent of the temporary camp and opened the door. The roller curtains were opened and put down in advance to avoid disturbing the ceremony.

He looked at the center of the battlefield, and the wrinkles that had not yet relaxed because of the pain became deeper.

The smoke on the battlefield has dissipated, and the red mist fell from the sky. The burning red mist connected to the clouds, forming a huge cyclone in the center of the battlefield. Claudius stared into the thick fog, and his heart felt a pinching phantom pain.

Alessandro chanted healing prayers to soothe Claudius' pain, and stood beside his teacher, looking with him into the ominous vision.

"Did our enemies make that too?"

Claudius heard the heaviness of fear in the students' voices.

"That is no longer an area that mortals can control."

When the great priest walked out of the camp, the retreating general must be waiting for him.

"What should we do, teacher?"

"Gather your soldiers, make up for your losses, and pray."

……

Pietrus soon understood the Wendigo's last words.

Her child walked out of the red mist that had gathered again.

The dangerous aura of the flesh-and-blood monster is surpassed, and the tall body is better than any monster in the red mist. He is not like those terrifying similar people. His flesh and blood are not chaotically stuffed in the chest and entangled on the bones. One end of the well-textured muscles is connected to the white bones, hanging down to the ground like silk, dragging behind him as he steps. move. A layer of blood-colored fascia wraps the entire body of the Crimson Beloved, looking like a cassock dotted with stars against the backdrop of the red mist.

The head of the beloved is shrouded in layers of shadows, and a creepy and strange sound comes from the red mist. The scarlet color fills the eyeballs, like a twisted emotion entangled with resentment and sorrow, making everyone who looks at it feel confused. Caught in mental madness.

Pietrus saw the monster raise its hand.

The two legion commanders beside him were immediately pierced by the bloody chains. As soon as their painful screams left their throats, the red lightning that followed wiped out their vitality.

Pietrus stared blankly at the scene in front of him, the bloody ritual that unfolded as the bone-white palm moved. The flesh and blood of his compatriots were wiped away, and the remains of their bodies dissipated. In one breath, a bloody ring covering the entire battlefield appeared above his head.

Multiple whispers came from his ears, and chills descended along with the terror in the ring above his head.

"Virtis..."

"Virtis..."

"Virtis..."

Pietrus looked at all this in horror. Those corpses, those corpses lying on the battlefield with rivers of blood, were moving their lips and uttering crazy murmurs.

"My master, my god..."

"The ominous red mist, the crimson god, the corrupter, Veltis..."

"Your servant does this..."

"This war..."

"All pain returns to deep red."

He heard the joy of chaos, the joy of madness, the corrupted divine power descended from above his head, and a devil of disaster crossed the door and descended here.

……

"They're all alive! They're all alive!"

The knight captain panted heavily, swung his sword to chop down the monster standing next to him, and ran towards the place where the red mist was thin.

Those crimson servants who were defeated by him stood up again. The power of crimson resurrected them. The separated limbs found the nearest parts and spliced ​​them together. They climbed up, each one of them.

We must retreat, victory is no longer possible, and retaining our vitality is the best option.

The knight commander continued to kill the approaching monsters and retreated towards the camp.

Fortunately, the resurrected Crimson Servants did not continue to attack. They just stood there, watching themselves escape, showing weird smiles.

The knight commander seemed to see hope. He continued to eliminate the flesh and blood monsters blocking the way. At this time, the monsters became fragile. The knight commander did not need to spend much effort to cut through their bodies. The knight commander saw hope.

"As long as I meet the great priest, I can survive."

The knight commander kept moving towards the camp. The number of enemies in front of him never decreased, and the laughter in his ears became louder and harsher.

The Knight Commander returned to the camp and saw that the enemy had captured everything in Ephessa.

No, this is impossible. "The teacher will not let the enemy attack the troops, they will not watch helplessly."

A burning holy power bombarded the knight commander. He felt the pain while feeling the warm power, and finally discovered something was wrong.

The frantic blood color began to fade, and the knight commander looked at his feet again.

The corpses of the Eversa soldiers were cut into two pieces, and fear stayed in their lightless eyeballs forever. He raised his hand and saw the tangle of flesh and blood and the sword blade growing together with his arm. The war priests formed a battle formation and looked at him with eyes filled with hatred.

"It turns out that I was the one who turned into a monster."

Crazy thoughts were running rampant in the cerebral cortex, and the knight commander felt that his sanity was falling like a cliff. With the last bit of will, he cut off his own head with his sword.

The next second, the knight commander stood up from the ground, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and a wild smile appeared on the head that returned to his neck.

"This is the gift of immortality, the salvation given by Veltis."

All the corpses stood up amid crazy laughter. Their spirituality was extracted and thrown into the crimson ring in the sky. The rest transformed into monsters and spread the gospel of corruption.

"All suffering returns to deep red!"

……

I lay on the ground, looking at the blood-red sky, enjoying the death-like tranquility in my heart.

"Nora" appeared in my field of vision, but her brown hair turned into blood red, and her emerald green eyes turned into scarlet.

Blood began to overflow from the corners of my eyes. "Nora" covered the flowing blood stains, and her expression became ferocious and angry.

[Be careful, my servant, and do not let my overflowing favor for you flow out onto the earth. 】

She is not Nora, she is the vicious demon, she is the incarnation of Vertis.

"Don't appear in front of me with this face."

Nora laughed, laughing wildly.

[Don’t expect me to indulge your willfulness every time, my servant. 】

"Nora" stood up, walked to my eyes and turned around.

[Come, my servant, as a reward for meeting again after a long separation, you can make a wish to me again. 】

"That's not a wish." I gritted my teeth and said.

[Okay, it's not a wish, it's a 'deal' between you and me. You offer me that insignificant gift of sin, and I give you whatever 'return' you want. I like your last wish, to sacrifice and worship all my priests, like a child who wants to monopolize my favor, so cute. 】

I immediately retorted, "That's all your fault! You misinterpreted my request. I prayed for survival, but you killed them."

"Nora" leaned down and caressed my cheek with the back of her hand.

[To deceive oneself is as foolish as to deceive the gods, my servant. You hate them, we all know that. John Kemp, the beloved of Vertis, hates everything about Vertis. Oh, my servant, you make it all interesting. 】

"Nora" held up my head and imitated the Druid's song.

[My servant, I grant you blasphemy against me. You are special. O My Favored One, continue to abuse My favors and bring Me more pleasure. 】

[Viltis looks at you. 】

I'm losing my patience.

"Give me back Nora's soul."

Nora laughed.

[Didn’t you pray for me to resurrect her? 】

"You're not redeeming her, you're just turning her into a monster."

【Do you know why I gave her the "Wendigo Transformation"? If she tampered with my work, I would make her my work. 】

[Do not forget this ritual again, my servant. 】

[If you forget it in the depths of your memory again, I will remind you again. 】

[Use it in a way that will be unforgettable for you. 】

(End of this chapter)