After identification, almost all of the contents contained in the huge wine jars were sheep bones. Backbones, hooves, horns and heads, countless sheep bones were piled into the huge wine jar.
They still don't know what kind of god Ms. Talo has raised in this closed workshop.
However, such a large number of sheep bones always reminds people of some bad legends - the ogre in the cave, the Minotaur in the labyrinth...
"That guy should be not far away..." After following Bill for the longest time in the sleepless midnight, there was obviously a hint of nervousness in his voice - even for a Queen-level explorer, facing a wandering god is absolutely unbearable. It is a rare experience in the exploration career. Not everyone is like Sean Moonlight and "hits the jackpot" from time to time.
Almost everyone has entered a fighting state, and their steps forward have become more cautious.
Finally, they walked out of the valley made of wine cans, and the scene ahead suddenly became wider.
However, what appeared in front of him was not a gratifying situation - if there was any doubt about where those piles of sheep bones came from, then this doubt was not so comfortable to answer at this time.
They saw the broken blood trail reappear. The blood stain was directly connected to a huge window. The midday sun shone on an object under the window, like some kind of weird holy scene.
There was a lamb lying under the window. The lamb's posture was calm and quiet, as if it was resting between grazing.
However, its entire body seemed to stretch out a line along the height of its eyes. The flesh and blood on that straight line was completely gone. Even the sectioned wool was neat and tidy, as if it had been finely trimmed. Its body seemed to have turned into a vessel containing flesh and blood, and flesh, internal organs, spines, ribs, etc. suddenly appeared on the vessel...
"The lamb is a sacrifice..." They should have thought of it.
Such a weird and barbaric way of enjoying it... they had to think of something huge and animalistic...
What kind of wandering god is he?
After finally being able to look away from the conspicuous sacrifice due to their vigilance and fear, they saw a very conspicuous "road".
The "road" extends from between the large wine tanks at the other end. It is obviously more concave than the surrounding cement floor, and the concave surface is painted with dark brown paint - it seems to be a road dedicated to machinery.
Then they saw someone walking along that road.
Seeing a figure in such a situation will naturally make your heart tighten. The entire team, except for the Laughing Man, the Agent of the Dead, and Bill, couldn't help but lower their stature, their hearts beating rapidly.
However, they found that the visitor was dragging his feet and seemed not to care at all about the large number of strange people wearing masks in front of them.
A young man came over, unable to detect any aura other than that of an ordinary person. He was wearing Donald's Brewery overalls, his clothes were rumpled, and he didn't seem to take care of himself.
He didn't look at the Laughing Man and his party at all, he just walked along the road, his attention obviously on the wine can beside him. He was holding a green cup that was no longer transparent in his hand, and his eyes were red.
He dragged his feet, his feet were blurred, and he seemed to be without shoes...
"Why are there still workers here?" an explorer in the team of mysterious gentlemen said dissatisfiedly. He really didn't like this 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. The fourth batch...
Then, he bent down and turned on the faucet with his hands, and used the old green glass to catch the wine flowing out of the faucet.
Alcohol testing? Sommelier?
Why are there still workers who have not been evacuated? And staying in a closed factory?
The inexperienced explorer lost his patience. He took a breath and was about to shout for the other party to leave, but suddenly his arm was held by his captain. The force of the captain's hand was so strong that his almost shouting voice stopped abruptly and he turned his head in confusion...
The mysterious gentleman captain shook his head, swallowed his saliva, and used his eyes to guide his team members to look at the soles of the "worker"'s feet.
The team member frowned and took a closer look, and suddenly he seemed to have discovered something. His brows suddenly unknotted, and his face suddenly turned pale under the mask.
This young worker did not have any shoes on his feet, but it cannot be said that he did not wear any shoes - the soles of the boots under his feet had been completely worn out, and the upper part of the shoes was like some kind of weird knee pads. On the calf.
The worker closed one eye and seemed to have jumped into the wine glass, staring at the newly poured wine with an intoxicated smile on his face. Then, he drank the new wine in the glass with great enjoyment, tilted his head back and curved his spine. His bare feet were already bloody and bloody, and the soles of his feet were the same brown color as the middle of the sunken road.
The brown color on the ground turned out to be not paint, but the age-old bloodstains worn through the soles of his feet over time. The depression in the ground was also explained, as he walked around this road day after day, his countless footsteps smoothing the concrete floor...
This "worker" has been walking along this road in the factory for more than ten years.
He is the wandering god that Talot "raised".
In Sean's ear, Ivan's thoughts whispered: "I can vaguely see the image of Gliss Dionysus from behind him...
"What exists here is part of the godhead of the god of wine, Phoepides."
The folklore expert in the team was obviously not in a good mood. Sean's heart also sank.
"He is in a state of madness and can be seen as a powerful evil spirit with divine power..."
Sean once saw the statue of Phoebedis in the cathedral in Ocean City. The modern god was wearing a gorgeous tuxedo and holding a cocktail glass in front of a movie screen and a carnival backdrop. He seems to be at home in the modern era and has become a god representing modern entertainment.
The facial features of the young man in front of him are indeed very similar to that statue, but their temperament is very different. The "Bacchus" in front of me looks like an alcoholic who has been debauched for many years.
What Talot is enslaving is probably part of Phoebedis's godhead. It can be seen from the external image and behavior that what is here is probably the alcoholic and stubborn side of the Bacchus...
They are facing the crazy side of Godhead, which probably means that the situation of Bill and his party is even more dangerous.
After drinking the wine in the glass, Phoebedis had a layer of white wine foam on his lips. He took a long breath and stared at the empty glass with enjoyment. He was still muttering in his mouth: "This batch is like, like the wine brewed from early wheat that I tasted in the Fertile Crescent. Hmm... ale wine that looks like water..."
It's definitely not that he didn't notice us, but that he ignored us on purpose. The mysterious gentleman's eyes darkened. It seemed that the advantage in numbers and the presence of smiling people gave him enough confidence. Standing on the flanks, they actually made their own judgment. A group of three people rushed forward, obviously wanting to launch a surprise attack.
The Laughing Man and the Agent of the Undead both clicked their tongues. They did not expect that the Queen, who had little experience in fighting the Wandering God, would be so reckless, so they had no choice but to keep up with them with their swords.
Gods, even in part, are unreasonable enemies. It is impossible to follow the rules that are used to deal with other evils on weekdays.
There is no "surprise attack", only caution.
The God of Dionysus obviously noticed the change behind him, and turned his face while holding the cup.
There was a big smile on the face, complemented by the red eyes and the foam on the lips, which was indescribably weird.
