Crimson Servant.

Chapter 235 Victory?

Dalia stood there in a daze. She had no idea what Selik was talking about. When she came to her senses, her body felt cold from the inside out, just like when she saw those frozen zombies.

Her brother was framing her, and she had become his accomplice. Dalia shuddered as she thought about how her teammates would react in this situation. It was she who took the initiative to form a team to find her missing brother, and it was she who stubbornly asked to let the inexperienced herself go with them. In the eyes of her companions, these somewhat stubborn requests had a more reasonable and malicious explanation.

Sailik was sowing discord and changing the trust that the team had just established. Yes, the trust between them was so weak. Not long ago, he was shocked by the identities of the dark elves and warlocks. Although they accepted him generously, it didn't mean that they didn't have a thorn in their hearts.

Because the courage that Mr. Lucien gave her was no longer effective, Dalia felt isolated and helpless even when standing among her companions.

Should I escape before they attack me? Seek his protection as Sailik said. He is my family, he will not harm me...

No! Dalia screamed in her heart, escaping from the shackles of the family-first mindset. Sailik's accusation against her was absolutely wrong, and she would never let him succeed.

Explain! Yes, you can explain it yourself!

Frightened, Dalia turned around and was about to explain everything to the sorcerer who might take action in the end.

Then she discovered that John Kemp did not show any suspicion or doubt towards her, and not only him, but Lucian and Francis were also indifferent to Sellick's lies.

"I……"

"We believe you, Dalia."

These simple words almost brought tears to the young pastor's eyes.

"Also, don't be shaken by the enemy's words during battle. This is the most basic common sense for adventurers."

John didn't believe the instigation of the Red Ice Followers at all. It was foolish to doubt a friend he had only known for a few days and to trust an obviously hostile opponent. Moreover, with Dalia's quick-witted personality and intelligence level, the possibility of her being used was much higher than the possibility of hiding her incompetence.

Even if all these logics are not taken into consideration, John will still believe in Francis, and the ability of the dark elves is the last insurance.

If Dalia was really a traitor, the dark elf's scimitar would definitely be faster than his own.

However, Dalia certainly didn't need to know these considerations. Using simple trust to move her and boost the morale of the little priest was the wisdom of the sorcerer.

"You are one of us, Dalia, and no one can change that."

"…Thank you, John."

The priest regained her spirits and looked at her brother again. This time, the confusion in her eyes was gone, and they became fierce and sharp.

"Selik, my brother. I don't know what happened to you, but you are now obviously violating the name of the Snow family. I will definitely correct you."

"I also need to settle the score for your false accusation against me!"

Although his attempt to sow discord failed, Sailik did not show any disappointment. This was just his casual move, and now, the real battle had just begun.

Sailik took a step forward, and red ice crystals condensed and grew under his feet. In the diffuse ice mist, the group of zombies began to attack.

"Dahlia, you really don't understand anything."

"But it doesn't matter. Soon, you will understand what the real Snow family is like."

The moving zombies were not slow. They retained their original speed and surrounded the adventurers.

"John."

The sorcerer released a vicious red mist, covering the four people in the red mist. The corrosive red mist drifted to the surrounding zombies, and on their bodies, the red ice crystals made a corrosive hissing sound. The corrosive damage was not significant, and the erosion of the crimson power was equally strong. These zombies did not decay and disintegrate in the red mist, but this was not John's original intention.

The crimson mist blocked the view, and the drifting crimson power could also prevent the perception of the other party's followers. A figure suddenly rushed out of the red mist, the black shadow was very fast, and rushed straight towards Sailik.

The purpose of the adventurers was very clear. There was no need to waste time with multiple zombie servants, so they sent out their strongest attacker, Francis, to directly capture the Follower.

The Dark Elf Swordmaster has defeated countless Crimson Servants in the Juancrete Plains. As everyone knows, the Followers are a special type of Crimson Servants.

Francis's charging speed made Sailik frown slightly. The zombies that surrounded him were no match for the dark elf. The dark elf completely ignored the ice spikes that Sailik had buried in advance. He stabbed the zombies' weak points in mid-air without touching the ground. The red ice crystals covered the incomplete gaps between the limbs. Without the outer layer of red ice armor, the epidermis of these zombies was just ordinary skin that was a little cold and could not stop Francis' blade at all.

He did not seek to kill the enemy, but only to use his attacks to remove the zombies' limbs, thus disarming them.

Sailik's eyelids twitched slightly, and the ferocious figure pounced on him like a strong and nimble black panther.

The imminent danger did not make Sailik lose his mind. He calmly controlled the red ice to condense ice armor on his arms, trying to intercept the dark elf's weapon and catch him.

A beam of holy energy blasted straight down from the head of the follower, and a golden flame ignited on Sailik's body. This positive energy was one of the nemesis of the crimson power. Although the power was weak, the Holy Glory Technique made the Red Ice Follower feel the pain and burning sensation that he had not felt for a long time.

The red fog quietly dispersed, and the little priest who appeared from the fog had just finished casting a spell.

The sorcerer John sneered at the side. He really liked to command positive energy to suppress other evil spirits.

Francis seized the advantage as always, his scimitar piercing between Celik's ribs and destroying the body of the follower with ease.

The knife wounds on his body made Selik feel the danger, and he immediately released the deep red power in his body, and the surging cold wave forced the dark elves back.

Selik covered the huge wound on his side. The dark elf's weapon almost cut him in half, and his injured part could not be restored. Even the red ice could not grow in the wound to repair it.

For the first time, the Red Ice Follower thought that the situation was out of control. How could an ordinary weapon of a dark elf damage his body to such an extent?

Can his weapon suppress the crimson power?
Francis escaped from the encirclement of zombies and appeared at the entrance of another tunnel that had not been occupied. This was a very advantageous terrain where he could attack or defend.

The black and red sacrificial power on the dark elf's scimitar was absorbed by the void, and the sorcerer John emerged from his invisible state.

Francis watched as Selik commanded the zombies to surround him, leaving no room for him to intervene.

"His bones are a little harder than yours." The enchanted scimitar can break the deep red power in the body of the follower, but it is just his own weapon, and its own strength cannot reach the strength of the opponent's body.

The Crimson Followers are immortal, but there are many ways to restrict them, such as destroying their limbs. A Crimson Servant that is cut in half will not split into two, and it will take a considerable amount of time to destroy and regenerate half of the body.

"That's not funny."

Although Francis did not defeat the enemy with one blow, he diverted the enemy's attention, allowing Lucian to lead the others out of the dangerous situation of being surrounded.

Also, this is a test.

As the source of crimson power, Cyclones' sacrificial power can suppress his own crimson power. Now, after practice, John has also verified that the sacrificial power can also destroy red ice with ease.

The partner is now safe, with no worries, and has mastered the method of restraining the opponent.

The warlock's smile turned sinister.

"This one's mine, Francis."

"You have the final say, John."

(End of this chapter)