"I'm ...... Crimson?"

Olivia muttered, only to feel the sound of a magnificent bell ringing in her ears, and a faint flame in her heart suddenly jumped. In the depths of www.biquge.info deep and dark consciousness, a pair of indifferent eyes slowly cracked open after countless shackles.

Countless eyes were focused on her at this moment, and there was horror and panic contained in it. The secret master of the Eastern Regions, the master of the Red Lotus Temple, the eyes that are forever hidden behind the curtain of fire, his true body is actually such a weak girl, how dare they believe such a fact?

Harris and Ian looked at each other, they had both guessed Olivia's identity, but this merchant lady was just a mortal no matter how she looked at it, so they denied the possibility that she was "crimson" from the beginning. But I didn't expect to go around and finally return to the original point.

This merchant lady really seems to be the "Scarlet Lord" who is "sleeping".

"No, I'm not Crimson, I can't be Crimson!"

Olivia's pupils shrank, and she shook her head in denial, like a stubborn little girl denying the fact that she didn't want to admit, her eyes full of struggle and resistance. It's just that although her words were resolute, there was always a voice in her heart that kept echoing, through the cracks of the chains, meandering into her mind.

"You lied to me!"

She looked up at the sky, as if she saw the figure of a witch.

"I've seen Him, I'm so scared of Him...... Also, Martina doesn't lie, she never said I'm crimson, so how can I be crimson?"

"It's pathetic. ”

The witch asked, sneering.

"You said you've seen Him, so can you remember what she looks like?"

"You say you're afraid of Him, so can you tell why you're afraid of Him?"

"You said your little girlfriend never said you were crimson, so did she tell you, aren't you crimson?"

"What......"

Miss Merchant, a little speechless for a moment. She sat on her knees with her head in her hands, and suddenly realized that what the witch said was true.

She really couldn't remember what Crimson looked like, she really couldn't remember the real reason why she was afraid of her. Martina always referred to Crimson as "Him" in front of herself, but she did never make it clear that she was not Crimson.

Thinking deeper, she suddenly found that her memory of the past seemed incomplete, there were many, many things that she thought she remembered, but there was no trace of the past at all, empty, like nothingness.

Am I really "crimson"?

The girl muttered to herself in a daze, and the sound of countless chains breaking seemed to sound in her heart. A pair of eyes behind the chains widened and widened, and a flame suddenly rose from the scarlet eyes.

A huge sense of crisis came to her mind at this moment, and Olivia only felt that a terrifying monster was awakening from her body, as if it wanted to swallow her whole.

Am I afraid of Him because He wants to eat me?

An inexplicable feeling suddenly appeared in her mind, and the fear of falling into an ice cave made the girl tremble uncontrollably.

"Help me. ”

"Martina, help me. ”

"He's coming to eat me, Martina save me!"

The small voice gradually became poignant, causing a throbbing in the hearts of all who heard this mournful cry.

"Olivia!"

The female knight heard this cry for help, and her face turned pale in an instant.

"The seal is loose, how can it be so fast!?"

She muttered incredulously, and no longer bothered to continue to entangle with the giant wolf, she hurriedly slashed her sword into the claws of the giant wolf, and with the momentum of being knocked away, she rushed straight towards the camp.

"No one can save you!"

The witch let out a piercing screech. The huge mirror resurfaced on the ground, and countless black magic hands poked out of the mirror, grabbing the girl who was kneeling on the ground, trying to drag her into the world of the mirror.

The girl's sorrow caused unease in her heart, as if it was a great mistake to tell the girl the identity of "Crimson". The witch was so convinced of this premonition that she was eager to fix everything before it happened.

However, how could some people possibly let her get her wish.

Countless vines rose at this moment, entwining with those black claws, blocking their movements. The extreme sword light flashed in an instant, cutting all the claws surrounding the girl's side in half.

"You ......"

The witch's voice of surprise rang out in midair. She had expected the Swordmaster's obstruction, but what she didn't expect was that the two who were supposed to be guarding each other actually cooperated intimately.

"I know best what I think, though I don't know what we'll choose in the end......" Harris pinched one of the roses in his hand and stood in front of Miss Merchant, while another Harris appeared to his right at the same time, and said fiercely, "But at least for now, our only thought is that we must not let you, the old witch, get away with it." ”

"Boy. They both turned their faces sideways in unison and asked in unison, "Don't tell you you you haven't found her until now?"

"Found it. ”

The corners of Ian's mouth twitched slightly, he was really a little uncomfortable with the two Haris in front of him.

"It's a bit far. ”

If it was daytime, Ian might not be able to find any trace of the other party, but night is his domain. Although he was not yet proficient in using these powers, how could he not find the other party's location after such a long time.

Enemies that can't be found will be invincible, but if they are found, then they won't be so scary.

A faint ripple rippled, and a black hilt emerged from Ian's eyes. Ian grasped the hilt of the sword in one hand, drew the entire sword out of the void, and held it flat in front of him. He had gained the ability to cut through the void and move instantly, and as long as he swiped the sword in his hand into the void, he could see Rusbel's condition from the other side of the spatial rift.

With one step, he could turn around and rush over from the nearest location to kill the witch who had been "scared" for a long time.

It's just that just as he turned his wrist to slash the long sword, his pupils suddenly tightened, and he felt as if a pair of indifferent eyes had opened behind him.

An unprecedented sense of crisis came over him, and he didn't have time to think about it, and when he lifted the back collars of the two Harres in front of him, he stepped out of a distance of hundreds of yards in one step.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Harris questioned in unison, but before Ian could answer, they noticed that countless fireflies-like stars and fireflies were haunting the field around them, swaying into the sky.

Fragments of flames......

Both Harres felt their hairs rise at the same time, and suddenly turned their heads to look behind them with Ian.

At some point, the frost and snow had stopped, the ice field melted and condensed into water droplets, and the splinter-like star-dotted flames floated up from the earth, and at a glance, it looked like red snow falling from the ground into the air.

On the grass where Olivia was kneeling, the colors were disappearing from the world.

No, I should say that except for "crimson", the rest of the colors were slowly disappearing from her body.

The first thing to dissipate was the whiteness of the snow, and the droplets that condensed after melting turned like blood. Then the green of the grass dissipated, and they were draped in red dresses and grew flaming teeth. The brown soil turned to the grains of hell, and the caravan's pack horses turned into nightmares in a restless neigh, and the guards watched as the crimson spread and transformed themselves into a scarlet devil.

Before Ian's eyes, the crimson spread like a flame that devoured all things, and even the heavenly light that summoned the Heroic Spirit glowed red in its impregnation.

The witch let out a piercing screech in the void, and the face of the knight who approached was filled with anxiety, and the giant wolf behind her hurriedly stopped the pursuit, and couldn't stop trying to retreat.

The three beings of the gods shouted almost at the same time, either in chagrin, in anxiety, or in horror.

"Crimson!" (To be continued.) )