After identification, it was found that almost all of the wine contained in the huge wine jars were sheep bones. Spines, hooves, sheep's horns, and countless sheep's bones filled huge wine jars.

They still don't know what kind of **** Ms. Taro raised in this closed workshop.

However, such a large number of sheep bones always reminds people of some bad legends—the ogres in the cave, the Minotaur in the labyrinth...

"That guy should be not far away..." Following Bill's longest sleepless midnight, there was a hint of tension in his voice—even for a Queen-level quester, facing a wandering **** is definitely a quest A rare experience in life. Not everyone is like Sean Moonlight, who "hits the jackpot" from time to time.

Almost everyone has entered a fighting state, and the pace of advancement has become more cautious.

Finally, they walked out of the valley formed by the wine tanks, and the scene in front of them became open for a moment.

However, what is happening in front of us is not a gratifying situation - if there was any doubt about where those piles of sheep bones came from, then this doubt has been answered at this time which is not so comfortable.

They saw the broken blood reappear. The bloodstain was directly connected to a huge window, and the midday sun shone on an object under the window, like some kind of weird holy scene.

There is a lamb lying under the window, the lamb's posture is peaceful and quiet, as if it is resting between grazing.

However, its entire body seemed to draw a horizontal line along the height of the eyes, and the flesh and blood on that line was completely gone, even the cut wool was neat, as if it had been finely trimmed. Its body seemed to become a kind of vessel containing flesh and blood, and flesh, internal organs, spine, ribs, etc. suddenly appeared on the vessel...

"The lamb is a sacrifice..." They should have thought of that.

Such a grotesque and savage way of enjoying it...they had to conjure up something huge and bestial...

What kind of wandering **** is it?

After being finally able to look away from the conspicuous sacrifice through vigilance and fear, they saw a very conspicuous "road".

The "road" extends from between the large wine tanks at the other end, and it is obviously more concave than the surrounding concrete floor. The depression is painted with dark brown paint—it seems to be some kind of road dedicated to machinery.

Then they saw someone coming along that road.

Seeing a figure under such circumstances would naturally make my heart tense. The entire team, except for the Laughing Man, Undead Agent, and Bill, couldn't help but lower their stature and their hearts beat wildly.

However, they found that the people who came were dragging their feet, as if they didn't care about the crowd of strange people wearing masks in front of them.

It was a young man who walked, and he couldn't detect any breath other than ordinary people. In his rumpled Donald's Brewery overalls, he doesn't seem too good at taking care of himself.

He didn't look at the Laughing Man and his party at all, but just walked along the road, his attention was obviously on the wine can beside him. He was carrying a green cup that was no longer transparent, and his eyes were red.

He dragged his feet, and his feet were blurred, as if he was not wearing shoes...

"Why are there still workers here?" A mystery seeker in the line of mysterious gentlemen said dissatisfiedly. He didn't like the situation where people from the ordinary world were present.

The young winery worker stopped in front of a wine tank faucet and muttered: "Today's fourth batch. Fourth batch...

Then, he bent down and unscrewed the faucet with his hands, and used the green glass that had been used for an unknown amount of time to catch the wine flowing out of the faucet.

Wine quality test? Sommelier?

Why are there still workers who have not been evacuated? And stay in the closed factory building?

The inexperienced explorer lost his patience. He took a breath, and was about to yell for him to leave, but suddenly his captain grabbed his arm. The captain's hand was so strong that his voice that was about to shout came to an abrupt end, and he turned his head in doubt...

The captain, the mysterious gentleman, shook his head, swallowed his saliva, and guided his team members to look at the soles of the "worker" with his eyes.

The team member frowned and looked carefully, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something, his brows were untied, and under the mask, his face suddenly turned pale.

The young worker did not have shoes on his feet, but it cannot be said that he was not wearing shoes - the soles of his boots were completely worn out, and the upper part of the shoes was like some kind of weird knee pads. superior.

The worker closed one eye, as if jumping into the wine glass, with an intoxicated smile on his face, staring at the newly filled wine. Then, he drank the new wine in the glass quite happily, his head tilted back, and his spine curved out. His pair of bare feet have long been bloody, and the soles of his feet are as brown as the middle of the sunken road.

The brown color on the ground turned out to be not paint, but the age-old bloodstains that had been worn through repeatedly on the soles of his feet. The depression in the ground is also explained, as he walks around this road day after day, the countless footsteps wear down the concrete floor...

This "worker" has been walking along this road in the factory for more than ten years.

He is the wandering **** "raised" by Tarot.

Next to Sean's ear, Ivan's thoughts whispered: "I can vaguely see the image of Golise Dionysus from behind him...

"What exists here is part of the divinity of Dionysus Phoebedis."

The mood of the folklore expert in the team is obviously not very good. Sean also sank in his heart.

"He is in a state of madness, and can be regarded as a powerful evil spirit with divine power..."

Sean once saw the statue of Phipides in the cathedral in Ocean City. The modern deity was dressed in a gorgeous tuxedo and held a cocktail glass, standing against the backdrop of movie screens and rave parties. It seems like a fish in water in the modern age, and has become a **** representing modern entertainment.

The facial features of the young man in front of him are indeed very similar to that statue, but his temperament is quite different. The "God of Dionysus" in front of him looks like an alcoholic who has been debauched and sunk for many years.

What Talo is enslaving is probably part of the godhead of Phipides. From the external image and behavior, it can be seen that what is here is probably the alcoholic and stupid side of the **** of wine...

What they are facing is the godhead on the crazy side, which probably means that the situation of Bill and his party is even more dangerous.

After drinking the wine in the glass~lightnovelpub.net~Phipedes' lips were covered with a layer of white foam, he let out a long breath, and stared at the empty glass with enjoyment. Still muttering in his mouth: "This batch, like, like tasting in the Fertile Crescent, the wine made from early barley, um... the ale like water..."

It's definitely not that he didn't notice us, but he ignored us on purpose. The mysterious gentleman's eyes sank. It seemed that the superiority in numbers and the presence of the smiling man gave him enough confidence that they, who were standing on the flanks, had their own judgment. A group of three rushed forward, apparently intending to launch a surprise attack.

Both the Laughing Man and the Undead Agent clicked their tongues. They didn't expect the Queen, who had little experience in fighting the Wandering God, to be so reckless, so they could only follow with their swords.

Gods, even partial gods, are unreasonable enemies. It is impossible to follow the rules of facing other evils on a daily basis.

There is no "surprise attack", only caution.

Dionysus obviously noticed the change behind him, and he turned his face away while holding the cup.

There was a big smile on that face, supplemented by those red eyes, and the foam on the lips, there was an indescribable weirdness.