Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 177 Scarlet Saint (Monthly Ticket Plus 6)

"Just a normal guy."

An indifferent, hoarse voice sounded, and the mist lost its blood color, returning to a harmless white.

The light in those blood-red eyes gradually dimmed, and they turned into a pair of ordinary eyes.

Only then did Vermouth see clearly that it was a group of people wearing dark red cloaks. They were holding the same lanterns that they had seen in the cemetery before. The only difference was that they did not emit a dim yellow light, but a scarlet blood light.

"It's been a bit uneasy here lately. Please don't stay outside at night. It will cause us unnecessary trouble." The slightly hoarse voice appeared again. His face could not be seen clearly under the cloak. Only his chin covered with stubble could be barely seen.

Without expecting her to answer, the man started walking in the opposite direction of Vermouth. The other men in red cloaks followed him one after another, their steps were surprisingly consistent. Vermouth had that strange feeling again that "they were the same person".

The figures of the red cloaks merged back into the thick fog, their outlines looming in the fog, and only the red light of the lanterns could penetrate the fog.

Gradually, even the red lights disappeared.

The thick fog also dissipated.

Vermouth looked in the direction they came from and saw a tattered iron road sign at the intersection.

[East - Huangquan Road - West]

Her scalp felt tingling for a moment.

But keep moving forward.

At the end of the road is a huge central fountain square, which is somewhat inconsistent with the style of the old city. Above the fountain is a stone sculpture several meters high.

It was the figure of a woman. She seemed to be wearing a long cloak. She was holding an angular stone in her hand, reluctantly raising it towards the sky. Her expression was melancholy and compassionate. It was obvious that the sculptor had superb skills.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but when Vermouth looked in the direction she held out, she happened to see the scarlet full moon.

A cold wind blew and she couldn't help shivering.

Behind the fountain was a semi-arc-shaped flower bed, where many flowers and plants that she could not recognize were growing wildly. It seemed that no one was taking care of them, so it looked a bit messy.

Behind the flower garden is a charred castle.

Above the Gothic spire of the ancient castle stands a sparkling crimson moon, wrapped in a colorless gem. It seems to be imprisoned, yet inexplicably gives people a sense of immortality.

As soon as she saw it for the first time, Vermouth had a spiritual enlightenment in her heart.

That is the holy emblem of the Scarlet Witch.

An inexplicable attraction led her towards the ancient castle and into the sanctuary of the Scarlet Church.

She walked into the ancient and holy church.

From the outside, the top of the castle was covered by a solid spire, but from inside the castle, one could clearly see the red moon trapped in the colorless gem, and the dome had become a transparent void.

At the top of the church's mass hall, there is a painting that covers the entire wall. At first glance, it is blank, but in an instant it turns into pure darkness, until the darkness seems to have a soul, bursting with colorful life, depicting a "perfect" figure.

The first time she saw Him, Vermouth was convinced that there was no one more beautiful than Him in the world.

She got to know a true "absolute beauty".

That is the end of all beauty.

Almost in the next moment, her eyes became illusory, boundless scarlet enveloped her, and a shallow mystical connection fell on her.

The oracle from the Scarlet Witch descended. The eyes of the gods fell on the individual, and unpredictable changes began.

Vermouth felt a sense of weightlessness, as if the ground under her feet was no longer solid, but a void where she could not stand. All reality and truth were moving away from her, and only the approaching scarlet was gradually eroding her world.

She suddenly came to her senses, looked down, and saw a distant blue planet under her feet.

As if her spirit sensed something, she looked up and saw an extremely huge blood-red moon that almost filled her entire field of vision.

puff-

Her naturally charming golden eyes burst open, and her eye sockets became empty, but there was no pain at all.

Although she had lost her eyes, her "gaze" did not disappear and still followed the blood-red moon. Gradually, the moon began to shrink and its surface became transparent, fitting perfectly into her eye sockets, transforming into two shining colorless gems with soft scarlet moonlight in the center.

In the end, it became a brand new pair of "eyes".

Those were a pair of "scarlet eyes" with a hint of divinity.

She was chosen by the Scarlet Witch and became Scarlet's "favored one".

The complete ritual of the "Moon" path was engraved in her mind, and countless mystical knowledge related to magic emerged from her connection with the gods, almost bursting her.

As if she had noticed this, the speed at which knowledge was infused began to slow down, and it consciously shrank into the corner of her mind, condensing into a colorless gem and "locking" it for herself.

Perhaps as her sequence gradually increases, this knowledge will be gradually revealed according to the degree to which she can accept it.

As time went by, Vermouth finally woke up from this "indoctrination" and gradually began to get used to her "new life".

The rotten and aging organs have been swept away and replaced with the "Scarlet Eyes", regaining their health and vitality. She no longer has to endure the severe pain and itching from all parts of her body day and night, and can finally be relieved.

".Praise the scarlet." She pointed a half-moon on her heart with unprecedented piety and peace.

The blood-red eyes glowed brightly in the darkness.

God did not favor her, and angels never smiled upon her.

Only the witch, the end of all beauty, gave her new life.

"Scarlet protects me."

".The night protects me."

The disguise had long disappeared, and the sickly pale skin showed a healthy glow. The light golden curly hair changed color under the baptism of the red moon, becoming an enchanting and mysterious deep red.

She murmured a spell, and as she chanted, the moonlight that fell around her gradually twisted and turned into a solid object, interweaving thick and thin strands together to form a large dark red cloak that was gently draped over her body.

She put on the hood of her cloak, her beautiful face half hidden in the shadow, and a few strands of dark red hair fell through the hood, making her look even more seductive.

From the information contained in the oracle, Vermouth already knew who those people she had met on the street before were. They were the official extraordinary people directly under the Scarlet Church, the Lantern Bearers.

The cloaks they wore were the same color as the moon.

"The Thousand-Faced Witch is dead. The one who is born again is the Scarlet Saint."

She stood in front of the pulpit in the mass hall, looking at the empty hall with a calm expression.

"May Scarlet bless you."

(End of this chapter)