Crimson Servant.

Chapter 225
Ever since he stepped into the darkness that even torches could not illuminate, the sorcerer John had always felt like he was being watched. Was he being watched? Was he being threatened? Was he being watched? Was he being watched? He had no way of putting that feeling into words, but it made him very unhappy.

Is this a characteristic of the Underdark? John looked at the dark elf in front of him in confusion, trying to find the same displeasure as his on that calm face. But it turned out that he didn't. Francis, without a torch, almost blended into the dark cave. His flexible body was like a shadow wandering by the wall when he moved. He was a natural fit for the Underdark.

John looked back at the others behind him. In the light of the fire, Dalia's eyelashes fluttered lightly, her eyes filled with pure doubt. Lucian walked at the end of the team, his palms gently swiping across the rock walls and stalagmites as he moved, feeling the rough texture of the rock surface with his fingertips.

"what happened?"

None of them felt any discomfort. John felt that perhaps he was too sensitive. Suppressing the displeasure in his heart, John shook his head at his companions.

"nothing."

John thought of it as an illusion caused by entering a dark environment. The faint feeling was like fine hairs scraping against the skin, and it was not something worth going to the trouble to tell his companions about.

But Francis didn't think so. He took the initiative to walk into the light of Dalia's torch so that the sorcerer could see his serious expression.

"Don't hide it, John. You know the purpose of our trip, and you can't be too careful."

"I haven't said anything yet..."

"Do you think Marianna is the only one who notices your little movements?" Francis said, his starry eyes full of oppression at this time.

"No, I just don't want to be exposed so soon."

Francis spoke louder.

"Why? Do you think showing your true self will make us look at you differently? Who are you worried about? Me, Inlucien, or Dalia? Believe them, John. Dalia can even accept that I am a dark elf, so how can she resist you?"

Dalia had no idea what was going on. Why did Francis and John, who seemed to have a good relationship, suddenly quarrel? Why did they quarrel about John's privacy? Why did they involve her?

The young priest had no idea about the sorcerer's background, but the atmosphere had come to this point. As a member of the united adventurers, she had to follow Francis' words and said firmly: "That's right! John! No matter what you hide! I will not be afraid."

In fact, Dalia felt a little regretful after she finished speaking. John often mentioned the bloody spell, and Francis compared his identity as a dark elf with his hidden. These clues all proved that the true nature of the sorcerer was quite extraordinary. He was led into a trap by the cunning dark elf.

But now that things have come to this, Dalia can only demand herself with the noble demeanor of the Snow family. No matter what John will show next, she must remain calm. Yes! It doesn't matter! I'm not afraid of the dark elves! I'm also in the Underdark! Is there anything else that can scare me away! Nothing!
No, right? John...

Just when Dalia was feeling uneasy, John also changed his mindset. He noticed the preparations made by Francis. Since that was what he said, the sorcerer decided to express his unpleasant feeling.

"Since I came to the Underdark, I have had an unpleasant feeling in my heart, like being watched, like some kind of pulling. If you don't feel it, then I think it is probably related to my unique magic power."

"I am the sorcerer of Virtis, the Blessed One of Crimson."

John's black robe began to turn red from the feet, like a flame that was climbing upwards and gradually becoming stronger. He put on the blood-red robe of the Red Mage, and bright red fluid condensed in his palms. Even the darkness around him retreated a little, leaving space for the overflowing red mist.

John, who was patiently feeling the power in his body, made a discovery. He spread his palms with his palms facing upwards, and the flowing crimson power flowed through his palms along the blood circulation and broke through the skin. A red and black snowball gathered in John's hands. With a thought, this ball of active blood transformed into a new form in front of everyone's eyes. It solidified into a red crystal.

The red ice absorbed by John was the source of the warlock's strange feeling. It was thought that this crimson power with special characteristics had been destroyed and absorbed by Cycloneface's divine power, but unexpectedly, when it came to the Underdark, it transformed into its unique properties.

Solidified and reshaped, this Crimson Follower did not succumb to the Crimson God's predecessor, Cycloneface. His power was enough to compete with the God of Sacrifice.

John soon realized the true purpose of this scattered piece of red ice.

"A beacon."

John used the connection in the red ice to find the approximate location of the red glacier in the dark area, and this induction is also two-way. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

The master of the red ice also sensed the arrival of another crimson follower.

In a cave somewhere in the dark area, there was an eerie glowing red light that covered the entire cave. Although the cave was twenty meters wide, the spacious space and the passage of time did not leave any stalactite or stalagmite rock structures here. Because the entire cave was full.

The solid and tall red ice layer occupied the entire cave like a wall, and all the red light came from it. Although the rhythmic flickering halo was similar to the breathing or heartbeat of a living creature, it could not conceal the cold nature of this cave.

It's dead quiet here, so far.

A series of crackling sounds came from the quiet cave, from far away to near, and a shadow emerged from the inside of the red ice. The sound of the ice breaking was getting closer and closer, until the outermost crack finally broke.

A figure fell through the ice.

His skin was covered in red ice shavings, the glowing red ice piercing into his flesh and blood, fusing into it.

He opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of eyes with bloodshot pupils.

At first, the Iceman maintained a strange and stiff posture. As time passed, the glowing red ice on his body continued to soften and turned into fluid that penetrated into his body.

The fingers began to move stiffly, and then became more and more flexible. The body was awakened inch by inch. After a period of shaking that gradually subsided, the ice man returned to a normal standing posture. At this time, he was no different from an ordinary person.

The bright red color did not disappear from his skin, but turned into a blood-red robe with gorgeous patterns.

There were intermittent growls coming from under the hood.

"Another... follower..."

"The followers that Dalia brought..."

(End of this chapter)