Soon, Richard locked his gaze onto the very striking Dark Servants.
Faint crimson blood covered the Dark Servants. It was like one had dyed them with red ink.
There was also an ancient dilapidated energy at the same time.
It was the aura of an ancient god.
"What's going on?"
Kratos said in a low voice, "Lord, a continuous pour of blood rain contained boundless energy after the Crimson Moon rose.
"I couldn't avoid it in time and was contaminated by the power of the blood rain.
"However, I transferred that power to a Dark Servant to prevent unwanted events.
"Nothing strange happened at first. But during the battle with the Nagas, the Dark Servant devoured excessive flesh and blood. It also underwent some subtle changes.
"I couldn't tell whether that's good or bad."
"This power is still weak at this time. It can't cause any greater changes..."
Richard nodded thoughtfully.
