Crimson Servant.

Chapter 226

A dull knocking sound came from the cave, heavier than the sound of a pickaxe hitting rock. The adventurers followed the chaotic drumbeats and came to a huge cave covered with moss.

Looking into the cave from the narrow tunnel, it was peaceful inside and the knocking sounds had long disappeared, as if the sound that led them here was just an illusion of the ears.

The four of them talked for a while in the tunnel, and Lucian volunteered to be the first to enter the passage.

He stepped into the quiet cave. The glowing mushrooms growing on the rocks barely provided him with vision. The illusionist judged the approximate scope of the cave through them and turned back to call his companions.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A large patch of exposed "moss" on the wall began to move and quickly climbed down the wall. The monster closest to Lucien simply jumped down from above, and its vulture-like beak let out an ecstatic roar, its evil eyes gleamed with murderous light, and the hideous sickle-shaped claws of its forelimbs had already landed on Lucien's head.

In an instant, Lucien was smashed into smoke.

The Queen of the Horror Claws looked at her prey and was unable to react for a moment. Her attack had actually turned the food into powder? Had she become stronger again?
The other Devil's claws did not notice the Queen's stunned state. They used their huge claws to knock on the stones to attract prey, and then climbed up the wall to launch a surprise attack. This was the usual strategy of the Devil's claws. Before their leader issued an order to change the plan, the group of monsters continued to execute the second half of the strategy.

They had already aimed at the hole where the illusionist entered, knowing that there was other food inside. Although the hole was not large, the powerful claws were enough to dig and expand the hole so that they could get in, just like eating the deep gnomes in the tunnel. This was actually a very interesting dining sport for the claw monsters.

They scrambled to get into the hole and thrust their hooked claws inside.

Then they realized that there were not only deep gnomes in the tunnels, but also crimson warlocks.

Bloody chains poured out of the small hole and climbed up the bodies of the Devil Claws along their claws. Their huge beetle-like shells could not stop the invasion of the chains of sin. The crimson power penetrated into the gaps between the armor plates of the Devil Claws, which were as hard as rocks, and destroyed these monsters from the inside out.

The empty shells of the Devil's Claws fell to the ground, and an ominous red light emanated from the surface of each shriveled individual.

When the queen of the claw monsters saw the horrific death of her people, she immediately put aside her confusion about the illusion of the illusionist. She turned and retreated, waving her thick claws to climb up the stone wall on the other side, trying to escape into the cave in the wall.

Death and terror were behind her, and the escape route she had prepared in advance became the only hope for the Devil's claws. At this moment, the Devil's claws queen wanted to abandon her huge shell, just to make herself faster. The exit was within reach, and when her sharp mouth had reached the edge of the cave, her heart was filled with joy of escaping successfully.

Then it saw the dark elf Francis and his flaming scimitar.

When the Queen of the Devil's Claws fell to the ground, there were two sounds, one was when its huge shell fell to the ground, and the other was when its head fell to the ground.

"It's so easy!" Inlucien walked out of the tunnel expanded by the claw monster and walked down the steps one by one, stepping on the shrunken corpse of the claw monster. The empty shell left after the sorcerer's spell would dent when stepped on, and the wonderful touch like a spring bed made the illusionist marvel.

Francis floated down from the cave, invisible air currents dragged his feet, and the floating magic released by the dark elf made his descent as light as a feather. He looked at the several claw monsters killed by the sorcerer, and the traces of corruption that had completely appeared on their appearance made the dark elf frown slightly.

John exerted too much strength, and the body structure of the Horror Claw was completely destroyed, becoming an empty shell destroyed by the crimson power. Not to mention being able to use biological tissue materials, there was probably no flesh paste under the empty shell, and it became a hollow drum. It was impossible to obtain materials through collection. This behavior did not conform to the logic of adventurers to gain benefits, nor was it suitable for teaching.

Francis understood John's purpose.

The sorcerer walked out of the tunnel after Lucien. He stretched out his hand, and the excess crimson power remaining on the body of the Horror Claw was recovered by the sorcerer. The traces of corruption here tended to continue to spread because of the excessive amount, and John had to stop the spread manually.

John needed to prevent the little priest behind him from being too frightened. After learning the true identity of John Kemp, Dalia had undergone some minor changes. The warlock's personal feeling was that Dalia's face seemed to have been split into two parts, with a smile on her mouth and tears in her eyes, a look of fear and trying to maintain a friendly expression.

She had been carrying the burden of expectations in the Snow family. After forming an adventure team, she thought she was a free bird that had flown out of the fence, but she found out that her companions were all carnivorous dinosaurs. The huge difference between her strong appearance and her heart that was crying for her mother made this noble lady unable to hold back and she fell into temporary madness, and the smell of stupidity on her body became even stronger.

The sorcerer originally took an indifferent attitude towards Dalia's self-abandonment, but Francis and Lucien's strange looks as if you are the culprit made John a little overwhelmed. Dalia's condition has improved slightly in the past few days of peace, and John doesn't want to provoke her at this time.

John stood on the ground of the cave while thinking. In front of him was the ridiculously large prey behind Francis and the dark elf. He could kill it with one blow. As long as Francis needed, he could always find the opponent's fatal weakness and finish him off quickly.

Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could imagine how stunning Francis's unsheathed sword was. He couldn't help but want to praise the dark elf's martial arts, but he found that the other party was staring at him unhappily, and stepped sideways to use his body to block the decapitated claw monster.

"Francis, I..." John's words of praise were about to come out of his mouth but were interrupted by the dark elf.

"I'm telling you, this trick won't work on me. It won't work. Don't treat me like the idiot druid who turns into a fluttering bird when he hears a compliment."

John understood what the dark elf meant. He realized that the dark elf misunderstood his praise as having a purpose, so just as he was about to explain, Lucien interrupted the conversation.

"Are you sure you never thought of messing up the monsters behind the dark elves with your dangerous and evil spells, not even a thought?"

"..."

John thought they could go back to the last topic, what was the last topic?

The sorcerer turned around as if realizing something, and shouted to the little priest who was moving slowly and trying to step on the area of ​​the claw monster's shell that was not stained red.

"Hurry up, Dalia. I'm waiting for you. Do you need my help?"

In the sight of the three people, the priest's back was obviously shaking, and he accidentally fell and hit the empty shell. The hollowed-out corpse was soft and elastic enough, so when Dalia got up from the ground, there were no scars on her body.

John knew he had one more reason not to turn back.

(End of this chapter)