"Back!" Sean manipulated the Laughing Man and yelled.

But the attack of the mysterious gentleman and his party has already come out. The three of them each used their own powerful divine arts, and it was obvious that after thousands of rehearsals, they were able to combine the three different divine arts. Obviously, this is a super-level magical technique they are proud of, no wonder they think they can kill the enemy instantly.

Sometimes, having a sharp weapon is not necessarily a good thing.

The Dionysus Phipides who turned his head just smiled. He turned the wine glass in his hand, and time seemed to slow down in front of him.

He smiled like this—gods will always laugh when they watch people's "magic skills".

"Distinguished guests, what kind of wine is this brought for me?" He turned around, a huge ray of light bloomed in front of his eyes, and he just put the rim of the green wine glass against the light, only Seeing a gorgeous white light reflected on his face, his smile was pale.

After the light had passed, Phoebedis' alcoholism remained unscathed. He turned the wine glass lightly, and he could see that there was still the white wine in it.

He stared at the glass with an obsessive smile. Then he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

In front of the three stunned explorers, he let out a long, alcohol-smelling breath: "It's not a bad glass of single malt whiskey...

"The only pity is that the vintage is not enough, it seems to be a new wine that has only been aged for two years."

The strongest blow was turned into half a glass of whiskey for no reason. No matter how powerful the nerves of the explorer, I am afraid that there will be huge doubts—is it possible to defeat such a thing?

Often, one cannot understand the gap in power progression until one has confronted despair head-on. Only then did the three of them know that they were going to flee, and they cheered up and wanted to retreat to the rear.

"Since the distinguished guest has prepared such good wine, why should I not reciprocate my respect?"

Including the mysterious gentleman, the three tried their best to retreat, but they just stayed where they were—the space was stretched by their running steps, and Dionysus Phipides decided where they were, so they must be there, with themselves. There is no relationship between will and action.

The surrounding scene has changed, and Phipides is no longer a scruffy young man in winery overalls. At this time, he is wearing a linen robe from the Wirm period, lying lazily on his luxurious silk cushions, like a king lie in his own palace. Surrounded by the beauties of his palace and laughing jesters.

"Welcome everyone to this banquet," the king raised the gold cup inlaid with gems in his hand, "I have prepared a unique surprise for you all!"

Saying so, he waved his arms. The three explorers who couldn't escape heard a voice above their heads and looked up—

A huge gate above the head suddenly opened, and a piece of bright red suddenly fell down, as if a piece of red glow that was still burning suddenly descended from the sky.

Those are countless roses.

The licentious king prepared countless roses for the banquet.

"It took thousands of people a morning to collect these..." Amidst the exclamation of the guests who saw such a magnificent view, Dionysus happily drank the wine in his glass, "The falling is only for a moment!"

In front of the mysterious gentleman's eyes was a boundless red, and he could smell the moist smell unique to flowers. However, that breath was too strong, making him a little dizzy.

He yelled, but the endless roses seemed to absorb his cries. He always thought that there would always be an end to the falling of flowers, but he found that the roses prepared for them by the king seemed endless...

They were buried by the flowers, unable to move or breathe, even if they struggled to escape, it was like falling into quicksand or a swamp, only getting deeper and deeper...

Bill, who was standing outside the field, opened his eyes wide. After witnessing the abyss in exchange for power, and after entering Tarot's Kingdom of Spring, he thought he had seen enough absurd and insane scenes, but he never expected that there would be something even more amazing to him... things happen.

Although he has not dabbled much in mythology and occultism, even he has seen the scene before him. It was a famous oil painting called The Rose of Elagabalus.

Elagabalus, the licentious ruler of Wenmu, prepared a large number of roses at the banquet, and put them down the moment the guests arrived, and the falling flowers crushed the guests to death.

Bill never expected that he would see "The Rose of Elagabalus" being performed before his eyes in his lifetime.

Seeing the three explorers buried and died by roses like this, although the flame of vengeance was still burning in the depths of his soul, he still felt trembling. Mortals cannot comprehend the trembling at the work of the gods.

The king threw down the golden cup, and the golden cup fell with a clang on the marble floor. He strolled out of his former incarnation and returned to the winery.

The three explorers collapsed to the ground, already out of breath. In order to stabilize Bill, who was about to fall into madness, Sleepless Midnight quickly cut off Bill's sight with his palm, and the orange light in his palm went straight into Bill's mind, trying to calm the miniature storm that occurred there.

The red eyes blinked a few times. They looked at the remaining four explorers present. There was no wave in his eyes, as if scanning a row of empty wine bottles.

Finally, his eyes settled on the faceless man. King's aura is completely different from that of Queen's.

"Banquet... Which banquet should I choose?..." The drunken young man began to mutter again, dancing with his hands and feet, as if he was dancing a weird dance.

The changes that happened to him made people secretly startled. The clothing decoration of Phipides and the scenery around him are constantly changing, all of which are scenes of extravagance, intoxication, and licentiousness.

He seems to appear in human form again and again in history, creating many extravagant scenes and stories...

The wine that fills the pool, the one hundred dancers without any shelter, the promiscuous dance party wearing masks, the bonfire that burns the sky, and the people who drink the wine to the sound of drums...

Like a radio tuned in and out, he was picking out a banquet for Sean and his party. A perfect banquet.

"I got it!" The godhead who had already gone crazy stopped suddenly~lightnovelpub.net~ The clothes and scenes seemed to have not reacted, and were still changing, "I got it..."

He held up a finger, and then the clothes and the scene slowly stopped and stopped.

It was a primitive animal skin garment with olive leaves attached to its ears. Surrounded by the scene of the forest, a bonfire is beating vaguely in the distance, and there are sounds of singing and dancing in the distance.

The spirits and gods of the forest, humans and animals, gathered together for something.

His eyes were confused, he looked towards the northern starry sky, and whispered a name in his mouth: "Adne...Adne!"

There are seven stars shining in the northern starry sky.

The faces of the smiling man and his party became more serious.

The young man's crazy red eyes widened. He opened his arms wide and shouted in an irresistible tone:

"Welcome everyone, the wedding of Dionysus!"