Crimson Servant.

Chapter 217 Red Ice Team
There is more than one follower of the Crimson. At this point, knowing this concept does not cause much disturbance in John Kemp's mind.

His knowledge of the Crimson God's power was actually quite limited. The existence of Virtis had made John mistakenly believe that all the Crimson forces were targeting him. Therefore, John did not know much about his kind, and only thought that they were fanatics driven crazy by power.

It was not until John realized that Virtis was just a crazy personality of his that rationalized everything that he soon realized that his pride in his unique self was nothing but the result of his own directing and acting.

Knowing that the Crimson God is just a corrupt force in the void that constantly devours the surroundings, and does not even have wisdom, the Crimson God with similar mechanisms will certainly not stop after having a follower. He is like a wish-making machine that operates at all times, satisfying every creature that completes the sacrifice according to the requirements, and although special individuals like the sorcerer are rare, they are definitely not the only one.

John was now worried about something else, whether the follower in the red ice was the target of their trip, and his special spells. Looking at himself, he had been active in the world as a crimson follower for less than 30 years, and his spells came from constant blood hunting and several large-scale sacrifices. John did not think he was weak, and it was only a matter of time before the crimson follower strengthened himself and grew through sacrifice.

So, how long have the Frozen Ones been active in this world?
Perhaps the origin of the terrifying legend of the Crimson God Virtis was not only the Corruption Plague of Juancrete, but like a tide, the appearance of the followers awakened the fear in people's hearts.

The sorcerer had no doubt about the hostility between himself and the other Crimson Follower. They must be the best sacrifices in each other's eyes, and the corruption of the Crimson Power will affect the mental state of the believers. The Crimson Follower is undoubtedly a madman among madmen.

John once thought he was normal, but it turned out that he had a split personality that played the role of Virtis. So, how normal could another follower be?

Although he knew of a difficult existence, John did not think he had no chance of winning. The reason was...

The flowing blood formed a vortex in the palm of his hand, and the power of Cyclonfas in the center of the vortex continued to deepen the color of the blood. The power of the God of Sacrifice had already shown unparalleled suppression of the crimson power of the sorcerer in the Kingdom of Lies, and the melting of the red ice just now also produced a similar effect.

John didn't think that there were multiple gods of sacrifice like the followers, so [Shadow of Cyclones] would be an advantage that he could not replicate.

All we need to pay attention to is the sacrificial ceremony, but we have no way of knowing these at the moment. We can only follow the noblewoman named Dalia and take it one step at a time.

It wasn't until the next morning that the sound of knuckles knocking on the door of their guest room was heard. Lucien and Dalia were standing outside the door, both of them with excited expressions on their faces.

Dalia changed into a set of combat leather armor, tied her hair up and fixed it, carried a round shield engraved with the Snow family's wolf head emblem, and tied a one-handed hammer as thick as an arm to her belt. There was a buckle at the end of the hammer handle that fit perfectly with the belt.

Dalia Snow kept the corners of her mouth upturned, as if smoothing out that arc had become the most difficult thing in the world. John couldn't believe that she would occasionally jump a few times in excitement while talking, making dull thumping sounds on the wooden floor of the bar.

"My father agreed to let me go! With you! Until now, I still can't believe that Mr. Lucien only took one dinner to convince my stubborn father... After my brother disappeared, he paid special attention to my safety."

John understood Dalia's joy. This cheerful little bird had flown out of her cage for the first time, and the stimulation of the change in environment was constantly transforming into joy and excitement in her brain. Observing the booklet placed on the outside of her backpack and her equipment, John judged that this noble lady was also a priest who had been trained in combat. The Crimson Force could sense the slight presence of energy in her body.

However, Dalia did not seem to react much to the sorcerer. It seemed that her divine power was not deep enough to detect the danger hidden beside her. Because Lucien was holding a long staff, the twisted curved staff looked like it was picked up by an illusionist. Only the three protruding branches on the head of the staff and the three spirals that intersected in the center showed obvious artificial traces.

When John's sight shifted to the illusionist, he was talking to Francis about the Snow family's sumptuous and delicious dinner, and said that it was a very correct decision to stay at the Snow family to enjoy the food instead of staying in a dark and damp inn with John.

The frivolous words and Lucien's provocative look made John particularly angry. You know, last night the sorcerer was still confused about the illusionist's absence, and he was irritated and sleepless because of the sound of the wind and snow hitting the outer wall at night. As a result, this bastard was well fed and well fed in the noble mansion, and the little respect he had for Francis quickly melted under John's anger.

Francis, who was under the main influence of the illusionist, didn't care at all.

"If the delicious food you rave about is memorable, I'm glad that your generosity has been rewarded. You deserve it. It's enough for us to stay in the free guest room with nothing to do."

"However, your disguise should have a little more sincerity, if only to cover up the sound of your empty stomach."

Lucien's trick was exposed, but he seemed to have expected it and glanced at John meaningfully.

At this time, Dalia took over the topic and continued, "We were looking for the records of the mine tunnel last night. Mr. Lucien spent several hours trying to convince my stubborn father. It was already late at night. If we drove Mr. Lucien, who was working hard, out of the door into the increasingly fierce snowstorm, the reputation of our Snow family would have been ruined."

"We rushed back early in the morning, so no one has eaten yet. Why don't we replenish our supplies, drink some hot soup, and then sit down and get to know each other."

No one refused the offer, and they found a warm seat in the corner of the Ice Rat Inn. The potato soup brought by the waiter made the adventurers feel like they were alive again.

"I'm Dalia Snow, a trainee priest. I've received combat training for a period of time, but after becoming an heir, my combat skills have become a little rusty. But I know the North very well, and I can be a guide on this white land. The mine that Mr. Lucien and I found yesterday is part of the Snow family's industry, but it's about two days away from where we are. There's not much I can do to help, but please don't treat me as a noble employer who needs to be taken care of."

"Lucien Tyril, I am an ordinary illusionist who is good at creating illusions. My hobbies are helping others and adventure. I like young women under the age of 30, and I can make exceptions for good-looking women. I am allergic to bacon and peanuts. Because of my cowardly personality when I was a child, I don't like conflicts with others, and I don't have any fighting ability. I hope you can bear with me during your adventures."

The illusionist finished speaking and blinked his left eye at the sorcerer who was watching coldly from across the table.

"Francis Blade, I am a warrior, and I know something about the Underdark."

"John Kemp, warlock. My spells are a bit bloody, please forgive me. I hate liars."

(End of this chapter)