Mage? Spell Engineer!

Wine?

The familiar smell immediately enveloped the two warring parties.

The soldiers of the southern countries were still advancing in phalanxes, but the main force of the heretics on the opposite side was also knights, and the excellent matching mechanism allowed them to fight without any violation.

The coalition soldiers moved nervously in the wilderness, and the abnormal fragrance made everyone feel intoxicated. In particular, the previous artillery sounds, drums and trumpets made the blood of the participants surge, and the heart with a rising heart rate after inhaling the wine pumped it to the whole body.

After the high tension, the soldiers actually began to lose their minds, and the people in the front row actually saw a man without a weapon in the center of the battlefield.

It was a young man standing in the bushes, with a huge wine glass raised above his head, which should be the source of the fragrance. Even if everyone could not see what was in the big wine glass, they could be sure that it must be a peerless wine by smell alone.

"Pop!"

Someone fired the first shot at the young man. It was hard to say whether he was intentional or unintentional, whether it was an overly nervous finger pulling the trigger, or greed in his heart, trying to kill the young man and take the nectar for himself.

One person fired a gun, followed by a round of intensive free shooting. However, the young man soon blurred and disappeared, as if the bullet shattered only an illusion.

A woman's cheerful laughter came from the center of the square, and it seemed to come from more than one person. The distant singing began to echo, its melody was casual but beautiful, and only the most brilliant creators could get rid of the shackles of concepts and weave a free tune after drinking enough mead.

As if drunk, the soldiers' steps were no longer solid, and they walked towards the position where the young man had stood in a somewhat frivolous manner. But at this time, I don't know why, although it was the most central and lowest position at the bottom of the valley, it seemed to rise at this time, and everyone was walking uphill, climbing unconsciously.

The woman's laughter became more and more crisp, and the joy infected everyone, and their physiology had a reaction, just like the wine they had not seen, they were sure that the noise of the Yingyingyanyan must also come from the beauty.

On the other side, the charge of the Paladin was forced to stop. Because they also reached a strange uphill road, the leader signaled everyone to be alert: "An unexpected situation has occurred! There is evil."

These devout servants of God also felt various strange visions, but they usually kept practicing to abstain from desires, unlike many unskilled clergy who were captured by wine, sex, money and power.

Therefore, although these knights with a sacred aura around them could not avoid being surrounded by strange scenes, at least they would not forget their mission and did not lose their composure.

At some point, they were already on a mountain with lush trees. Both the front and back roads became mountain trails filled with vegetation. The paladins had to give up their horses and walk instead.

In addition to the strange singing and laughter, there were more rustling sounds.

"Who is it!" The alert paladin pointed his sword at the source of the noise, and the brothers behind him also held up the consecrated crossbows and carbines.

"May light be with you, and order be synonymous with you." The visitors were also paladins, but their clothes were more gorgeous, and their holy objects and weapons were more ancient. Obviously, they came from the Eternal City.

These paladins from the Eternal City were very shocked to see their "companions": "You also have divine power."

"Of course, monk, our piety is unquestionable."

The knights from the Eternal City shook their heads: "This problem can only be solved by the elders. I originally thought that you would not be recognized by God, but it is clear that the complexity of the matter is beyond expectations." This is no longer an ordinary heresy, and we must unite at this time!

They all noticed the changes on the battlefield. The paladins from the Eternal City originally planned to use the coalition forces of the southern countries as bait and sneak attack the enemy's flank, but now the plan has to change.

"Obviously, the source comes from the top of the mountain, and it seems that something lewd is happening there. And the unsteady mortals have been bewitched and are lost in the illusion and moving forward without hesitation.

"Since all of us here are warriors blessed by the Lord and are all steadfast brothers, we can certainly break the evil spirits. "

Although the two waves of paladins met for the first time and wanted to attack each other not long ago, they now cooperated harmoniously and divided into two groups. The knights in the outer circle were responsible for vigilance, and the paladins in the circle took out the holy objects they carried with them and recited scriptures loudly, trying to cover up all the decadent sounds.

The leaders of both sides concluded that the source of the mutation was at the top of the mountain and they must go there to carry out purification.

The higher they climbed, the sparser the vegetation became. The sunlight shone on them, which seemed stronger than ordinary winter days at this time, and the strong smell of alcohol seemed to be dispelled. The light shines, which is God's blessing! This gave the paladins greater confidence.

In this way, the two groups headed towards the top of the mountain at the same time.

The young man on the mountain now is of course Rorschach.

He watched the changes in the wine cup. Both of them were dead but not yet stiff gods. The two holy vessels collided fiercely, and they were linked by the transmutation dust like wine, blending with each other.

According to Hercules, this was the last holy cup of Dionysus in existence. It was the last sacrificial vessel of Dionysus, carrying all intentions and indications. Once activated, it would become stronger and stronger.

The power of the Balan Pearl was given by Rorschach. With this "start-up capital", it fought back and forth with the sacrificial vessel of the end.

Balan's power of change appeared. The bead tried to change and erase the carved pattern on the outside of the wine cup, while the wine cup was constantly recovering itself. After a tug of war, Balan seemed to give up the struggle on this.

It began to hit the inner wall of the wine cup frantically.

What the hell, you want to rely on physical attacks? Is it worthy of the name "Toth"? Rorschach was surprised and worried. The beads were small and made of glass. Don't smash yourself.

However, the collision formed a regular rhythm, and even different tones appeared with the changes in angle, impact strength and location. The free and graceful singing in the vision was accompanied by fast-paced percussion, followed by the entire style of the song.

Rorschach sounded familiar. It was the style of Freddy, the strongest bard in Istani! But it was more intense than him, even with a rock feeling.

"Stop!" The overall quality of the paladins was higher. Even with armor, they reached the top first than ordinary soldiers. They didn't expect that there was only Rorschach on the top of the mountain, and he was neither a crazy laughing girl nor a singer singing loudly. The leader scolded Rorschach to stop the ceremony.

"Sorry, it's the last step."

Rorschach on the top of the mountain was submerged in the light emitted from the inside out. In fact, at this moment, the paladin saw his clone condensed in the transmutation dust layer flow.

According to legend, the god of wine drank, played and sang with women on the top of the mountain. The king who hated the god of wine thought they were doing lewd things and sent a large army to capture the madman and the crazy followers of the god of wine. On the other hand, a group of people who love wine and lust also thought that there was a great party on the top of the mountain and climbed to the top happily.

The paladin, the coalition army and the scene at that time overlapped, and Rorschach's clone, this innocent young man, corresponded to the god of wine at that time. This body reshaped by divine power echoed with the original myth, and together with the two warring parties, it constituted a large-scale ceremony, not a drama.

The clone had the conditions to carry divinity and godhood through the ceremony. In other words, it would be the spoils of war that Balan Thoth and the god of wine fought for.

When the light completely engulfed the clone, Rorschach's will returned to the original body, hiding in the woods not far away. He was ready for battle with his soul and body in his hand, holding Hercules' double snake staff.