Chapter 194: A Fallen Joke

The blood-red chains spread out in all directions, and the crimson spells penetrated the magic light released upwards, absorbing the crimson power of creation to expand their own limits, and probed towards the topmost ritual position.

The target was beyond the maximum casting range.

John looked at the top of the evil chain that had condensed into a rope, which was still a long way from the huge black disc under the sun. The plot where the sorcerer was located was a broken blue-green sloping roof, which was already at the highest point of the Broken Castle. Above it was the rubble and dust that could not be landed, and the dusty sky. Above these was Vivian's promotion ceremony venue, the black disc.

There must be a way to get there, but after the release of the divine power of the blood-red abyss, the Broken Castle was further washed by the power, and the fragments became more fragmented and chaotic. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack to find a usable teleportation prop in this floating garbage sea.

Arlington. John remembered the only flying unit in the team. Just as he was about to summon the Hell Guardian Contract, a figure fell out of the void beside John.

"Galahad?!"

White smoke was coming out of the silver-white armor, and cracks from compression covered the entire armor. The Knight of Escape was lying on the ground, sweating profusely, as if he had just experienced a great battle.

"Are you okay?" John hurriedly helped the Knight of Blasphemy up. John had never thought that Galahad could escape the punishment of the true God.

Galahad's face was pale, fear filled his pupils, and his hair was twisted on his forehead like falling water. Galahad found his focus in John's shaking.

"You don't know what I saw in the void?" Galahad swallowed his saliva, "They surrounded this place."

"When they changed, I tried to escape into the void to avoid punishment, but this attempt was not successful. He caught me, and I could feel my shelter turning into a claustrophobic cage, squeezing my body little by little."

"Just when I thought I was going to disappear completely, the power of God pulled me back."

"We succeeded, didn't we?" Galahad should have also seen the scene of Vivian's promotion.

Galahad smiled bleakly. He tried to be optimistic, but the bad experience before seemed to weld the pain to his face, leaving a far-fetched pretense.

"No, not yet. Zatanos, remember? That mind flayer must have left a backup plan when he kidnapped Vivian. What you see now is an illusion covered by him. We have to stop him, otherwise Vivian... the consequences will be disastrous."

John grabbed Galahad's arm and pointed to the palm-sized black disk in his vision.

"Use your ability to take me there, Galahad."

Without saying much, Galahad put his arm around John's shoulder, and the two figures blurred and disappeared.

Entering the void, everything in front of John was covered with a layer of crystal black, and the boundaries of matter became blurred. He could only barely distinguish the distance of these substances with the help of the fluctuations of the blurred outlines caused by movement. There were no shadows here, and several huge luminous energy bodies surrounded the small space where the two were.

Distance has no meaning here, and up and down, left and right have no meaning either. In John's chaotic perception, they seemed to have just taken a small step, but the traction felt by the body proved that they had arrived.

They were landing.

When the ripples of matter completely changed into a fixed form, John finally understood the meaning of what he had just seen.

The gods were waiting outside the broken world.

Galahad brought John to a bad place.

The fast-moving red mist was like a sharp knife tearing the skin of the two people. They seemed to be squeezed into the gap between two walls, unable to move forward or backward.

"We are stopped!" Galahad shouted loudly in the red mist. Only in this way could the other party hear the sound in the noisy particle collision.

John released the blood in his body to form a barrier to wrap Galahad, and he was completely exposed in the red mist. He needed enough stimulation and the best form of releasing the crimson power to break into the ceremony.

...

Zatanos did not understand his current state. Obviously, all the steps of the great plan had been completed, and the black egg had been linked to the selected body. As long as the parasitic combination is carried out and the energy of the crimson power is irrigated, the mind flayer's main brain will be quickly transformed in this container.

Why is the progress so slow at this time? Why does he not feel any urgency in his heart, but just quietly observes the red mist of the ceremony.

Zatanos looked at the giant claws that were scratching the barrier.

There was a layer of blood-colored fascia on the white bone claws, like a pair of translucent rubber gloves, and every collision would release jumping lightning. After several attempts, the claws finally cut a gap in the red mist, and then ten fingers pierced into it, tearing the gap to both sides.

Zatanos saw his head. Even by the standards of the mind flayer, this alien head was too bloody. Before the mind flayer could see the facial details clearly, the head of the crimson follower was twisted and deformed in the senses of the mind flayer, turning into a soul hole full of psychic tentacles, like a weird black sun.

The strange creature with the sun on its head squeezed out of the hole, dragging a red cocoon with blood behind it, and the Knight of the Round Table Galahad fell out of it.

The feeling of uneasiness sounded in the heart of the Mind Flayer, but these feelings were too vague for Zatanos at this moment, as if another self was yelling at him through the soundproof glass, and his brain could not understand the situation in front of him.

Until the crimson power linking the black egg and Vivian was cut off by the monster, until Zatanos's body was pierced by the chains released by the crimson followers, until the sight of the mind flayer overlapped with that of the Knight of the Round Table, Galahad.

They understood one thing.

They had already betrayed their original group and became part of this sacrifice.

"The ritual cannot be interrupted."

"The ritual cannot be interrupted."

The mind flayer and the Knight of the Round Table repeated the same fact.

Zatanos' body disintegrated in front of the crimson followers, and red blood flowed from his body. This mind flayer who coveted the power of God had already been assimilated by the power of God. White flames burned on Galahad's body, and his armor completely shattered. A simple white robe appeared in the flames, and the white robe was stained with the blood of Zatanos, and gradually dyed red from the bottom.

With the same face, the god of ritual, Cycloneface, appeared in front of the sacrifice he had already chosen.

In this country of lies, everyone is using the rules set by the gods to achieve their own goals.

Morgan and her Knights of the Round Table are like this.

Zatanos and his Mind Flayers are like this.

The God of Ritual is like this. Mortals use his power, and he uses these mortals.

The appearance of Cyclonfas made John sure that the usurpation ritual that Morgan believed in and the blasphemous ritual that the Mind Flayers tried to interfere with were not the correct promotion.

This was a disguised sacrifice, the purpose of which was to offer the flesh of mortals as a vessel for the God of Ritual. And under the deliberate guidance of Galahad, that is, Cyclonfas, John Kemp interrupted the ritual.

[The ritual cannot be interrupted. ]

The iron law set by Cyclonfas is one of the rules of this world, and John has already felt the price.

John Kemp and Cyclonfas formed a close connection built by the crimson power, an anchored concept, and he became Cyclonfas's new vessel.

And now, the sacrifice ceremony began again, and the God of Ritual was eroding the warlock's consciousness bit by bit.

John had no way to resist.

As if to prove that this web of lies and conspiracies was completely in line with the will of fate, Cyclonfas revealed a secret to John while eroding him.

"I have had many names."

"The God of Sacrifice, the First White Flame, the Blasphemer, the Fallen, the Creator Cyclonfas..."

Crimson power surged around Cyclonfas, turning into chains, red mist, and lightning. Cyclonfas's cynical expression turned into a playful laugh. He looked at the crimson monster, and a hint of intimacy was revealed in his words.

"Mortals fear my power. They distinguish my fall from me. They give the completely fallen me a new name, a name you are absolutely familiar with."

"Virtis."

"Follower, you will eventually become me."

"This is the price of this gift."