Chapter 217 Red Ice Team

There is more than one Crimson God’s Follower. At this point, John Kemp’s understanding of this concept will not cause much disturbance.

From now on, his understanding of the Crimson God’s power is actually quite closed. The existence of Virtis once made John mistakenly believe that all the Crimson forces would focus on him. Therefore, John did not know much about his kind, and only thought that they were just some fanatics who were driven crazy by power.

Until John realized that Virtis was just a crazy personality of his that made everything reasonable, he soon realized that his pride in his special self was just the result of his own directing and acting.

Knowing that the Crimson God is just a group of corrupt forces in the void that constantly devours the surroundings, and does not even have wisdom, the Crimson God with a similar mechanism will certainly not stop after having a follower. He is like a wishing machine that operates at all times, satisfying every creature that completes the sacrifice according to the requirements, and special individuals like the sorcerer are rare, but they will never be the only one.

John is now worried about something else, whether the follower in the red ice is the target of their trip, and his special spells. Looking at himself, he has been active in the world as a Crimson Follower for less than 30 years, and his spells come from constant blood hunting and several large-scale sacrifices. John does not think he is weak. It is only a matter of time for the Crimson Follower to strengthen himself through sacrifice.

So, how long has the Frozen Follower been active in this world?

Perhaps the origin of the terrifying legend of the Crimson God Virtis is not only the Corruption Red Disaster of Juancrete, but like a tide, because the appearance of the Follower awakens the fear in people's hearts.

The sorcerer did not doubt the hostility between himself and another 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 believers. The Crimson Follower is undoubtedly a madman among madmen.

John once thought he was normal, but he had a split personality playing Virtis. So, how normal can another Follower be.

Knowing a tricky existence, John did not think he had no chance of winning. The reason...

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 has shown unparalleled suppression of the crimson power of the sorcerer in the Kingdom of Lies, and the melting of the red ice just now has a similar effect.

John does not think that the God of Sacrifice also exists in multiples like the Favored Ones, so [The Magic Shadow of Cyclonfas] will be an advantage that he cannot replicate.

All you need to care about is the sacrifice ceremony, but these are still unknown, so you can only follow the noblewoman named Dalia and take it one step at a time.

It was not until the next morning that the sound of knuckles knocking came from the door of the two people's guest room. Lucian and Dalia stood outside the door, and everyone had an excited look on their faces.

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

Dahlia Snow kept her mouth curled up, as if calming down that arc had become the most difficult thing in the world. John couldn't believe that she would occasionally jump excitedly while talking, making a dull sound on the wooden floor of the bar.

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

John understood Dahlia's joy. This cheerful little bird flew out of her cage for the first time. The stimulation of environmental changes was constantly turning 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 power could sense the slight energy in her body.

However, Dahlia didn't seem to react much to the sorcerer. It seemed that her divine power was not deep enough to detect the danger hidden beside her.

Lucien was carrying a long staff. The twisted curved staff looked like something the magician had picked up. Only the three protruding branches on the top of the staff intersected in the center, showing obvious traces of artificiality.

When John turned his eyes to the magician, 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 the dark and damp hotel with John.

The frivolous words and Lucien's deliberate provocative look made John particularly angry. You know, last night the sorcerer was still puzzled by the magician's absence, and he was irritated and insomniac 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 mainly influenced by the magician, didn't care about it at all.

"If the delicious food you praised left a deep impression on you, I am glad that your generous help was rewarded. This is what you deserve. It is enough for us to stay in the free guest room with nothing to do."

"However, your disguise should be more sincere, even if it is just to cover up the sound of your hungry stomach."

Lucian's trick was exposed, but he seemed to have expected it, and glanced at John with an ambiguous look.

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

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

No one rejected this proposal. They found a warm place in the corner of the Ice Rat Inn. The potato soup brought by the waiter made the adventurers feel alive again.

"I am Dalia Snow, an apprentice priest. I have 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 is almost two days away from our location. I can't help much, but please don't treat me as a noble employer who needs to be taken care of."

"Lucien Tyril, I am an ordinary illusionist, good at creating illusions. My hobbies are helping others and taking risks. I like young women under 30 years old, and I can make exceptions for good-looking ones. I am allergic to bacon and peanuts. Because of my cowardly character when I was a child, I don't like conflicts with others, and I don't have the ability to fight. Please bear with me in your adventures."

After the illusionist finished speaking, he blinked his left eye at the sorcerer who was watching coldly 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."