Crimson Servant.

Chapter 216 Crimson Characteristics

The Underdark is a vast underground world that is not illuminated by sunlight. Many dark creatures that cannot stand the light live in those dark caves and tunnels.

Deep gnomes, gray dwarves, dark elves, mind flayers, and those enslaved creatures and monsters.

Even if they have never been there, most people on earth have a vague understanding of the Underdark: it is a world full of darkness and evil that does not welcome anyone.

The legends of the Underdark have always been passed down in stories that scare children, used to warn those with bad behavior and allow the inharmonious two sides to coexist.

When Dalia heard these four words, her pupils shrank and she made a noticeable inhalation sound. Linking her brother's disappearance to the Underdark was undoubtedly disturbing. Dalia closed her eyes, clenched and unclenched her fists, adjusted herself, raised her head, and admired the other three people for their calm attitude after hearing about the Underdark.

Maybe this is what a mature adventurer is like, Dalia thought.

In fact, John and the others only knew a little more than Dalia, and they knew clearly that there was a disguised and ferocious dark elf standing next to them. Both John and Lucien had the same idea in their hearts: the most dangerous man in the Underdark was standing by their side, so they had nothing to fear from the dangers in the dark caves and shadows.

"But why is my brother connected to the Underdark?" The nervous Dalia was unable to think for a moment and expressed her doubts bluntly.

"Those excavated mines." John reminded the nobleman of their family's most famous industry. "Those tunnels that were dug too deep may have been connected to the Underdark and became a new immigration channel for Northrend."

Dahlia covered her mouth as if she had suddenly realized something. Her mind quickly connected to this terrible possibility. Thinking that the already poor and remote Northrend might face challenges more severe than the cold winter, she hurriedly wanted to take action.

“I must immediately check the entry and exit records of those mine tunnels, look for the last few tunnels my brother appeared in before he disappeared, identify the dangers, and warn my father.”

She pushed the door open in a hurry and left. Before leaving, Dalia quickly handed the piece of red ice to John. Perhaps grateful for John's reminder, the sorcerer became the owner of the red ice for a while.

John looked at the strange mineral in his hand. The strange red color, as clear as ice crystal, gave the believers of the Crimson God a bad premonition. However, he did not discuss these for the time being, but took the topic of the noble eldest daughter who left in a hurry.

"She is one of the nobles with the strongest personal execution ability I have ever met." John was surprised at Dalia's actions. Perhaps this was the traditional personality of the Snow family.

Lucien took over the topic.

"When experience and ability do not match the problem, the gap between them will turn into busyness. As a family heir, she still has a lot to learn." Lucien turned around and waved goodbye to the two of them, backing out of the room.

"But she is my client, after all? Francis, Sir John, I beg your pardon for having to leave this rare encounter, and to go and fool this hurried young man."

Lucien glanced at John and adjusted the angle so that the sorcerer could face his hypocritical smile.

"The Phantom Follower will always follow the crowd for his own pleasure."

Lucian left, leaving Francis and John in the room.

Both of them focused their eyes on the red ice in John's hand. In the private space deliberately left by Lucien, they could discuss the purpose of this trip without any hesitation.

Between the sorcerer's fingers, blood-red snakes poked their heads out, gathered in John's palm, and used their flat front ends to test the red ice. Then they turned into sharp noose, wrapped around the outer layer of the red ice and began to cut. After a sound that made people's teeth ache, the sorcerer's hand still showed the same piece of red ice, with no scratches on the irregular edges.

This hardness is incredible. "It's very hard."

"Not necessarily." Francis' eyes paused on the red ice for a moment. Those eyes were helping the dark elf observe the future related to it through matter. John did not disturb his time to digest the information.

"This is some kind of characteristic that cannot be destroyed by ordinary spells."

John, who was reminded, immediately thought of a solution. This time, he held the red ice tightly and used the crimson power to surround the hard object again, without the harsh sound of the last time. The sorcerer used the divine power of [Shadow of Cyclonfas]. This crimson power of origin had divine nature and was most suitable for destroying some mythical items.

The result did not exceed John's expectations.

The red ice melted in John's hands, and a force broke free from the red ice and instantly mixed with the warlock's crimson power. The intrusion of power created a blurry picture in the warlock's brain.

It was a dark crimson color that appeared in the depths of darkness. A red glacier, with impurities in the impermeable ice layer, showing a vague black shadow. Then the field of vision expanded, and the overall outline of the black shadow appeared in the infinitely spreading ice layer. It was a vague human-shaped shadow, a person frozen in the red ice.

The remaining crimson power was quickly devoured by John, and the images quickly disappeared from his brain. The crimson power gave John a severe headache, and the pain was as intense as the one John felt during his first sacrifice.

John couldn't help but fall backwards, and a strong hand grabbed his arm.

"What did you see?" the dark elf asked beside the warlock.

"A person frozen in ice." John thought for a while, and finally accepted the answer revealed to him by the abnormal crimson power.

"A person who is frozen in ice, a follower of the Crimson God."

The high priest of the Crimson God, a corrupted spellcaster who mastered powerful Crimson spells, was actually sealed in a block of solid ice.

No, it's not a seal; this red ice is the manifestation of His power.

John could clearly feel the changes brought about by the invasion of that trace of crimson power into his body. Unlike the flexibility expressed by his own active crimson power, that crimson power was icy cold, like a plague of frost, and it just wanted to solidify in his blood.

Its property is to freeze, corrode and freeze the spirit of all living things it touches.

Fortunately, Cyclonfas's divine power completely suppressed the crimson power, otherwise the crimson power of the red ice would cause more damage in the sorcerer's body. John had already dismantled all the power in the red ice as a supplement to his own crimson power.

The sorcerer stroked his right arm, which had recovered from its stiffness, and told Francis his discovery.

"So, the eldest son of Snow was swallowed by the red ice?"

John shook his head.

"Red ice is the solid manifestation of frozen crimson power. It is an extremely stable spell structure. I'm afraid that even the hardness of refined gold cannot reach this level. I think few people can forcibly destroy red ice to reveal its own characteristics. On the contrary, a crimson follower like me would be more dangerous."

(End of this chapter)