Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 525: Echo of Legend

liqueur?
A familiar atmosphere immediately enveloped both warring parties.

The soldiers of the southern countries were still advancing in phalanxes, but the main force of the opposing heretics was also knights, and the excellent matching mechanism allowed them to fight harmoniously.

The allied soldiers moved nervously in the wilderness, and the abnormal aroma made everyone feel intoxicated. In particular, the excitement of the previous cannons, drums and horns made the blood of the participants surge, and after inhaling the alcohol, their hearts, with their heart rates rising continuously, pumped it throughout their bodies.

After being extremely nervous, the soldiers began to become confused, and those in the front row actually saw an unarmed man in the center of the battlefield.

It was a young man standing in the bushes, holding a large wine glass above his head, which must be the source of the fragrance. Even if everyone couldn't see what was in the large wine glass, they could be sure that it must be a peerless wine just by smell.

"Snapped!"

Someone fired the first shot at the young man. It is hard to say whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally, whether it was an overly nervous finger that pulled the trigger, or whether it was greed in his heart that was trying to kill the young man and take the nectar for himself.

One person fired a shot, followed by a burst of free fire. However, the young man quickly blurred and disappeared, as if the bullet had shattered only an illusion.

A woman's cheerful laughter rang out from the center of the square, and the overlapping laughter seemed to come from more than one person. A distant song began to echo, its melody was casual but beautiful. Only the most brilliant creators could break free from the shackles of concepts and weave a free tune after drinking enough mead.

As if drunk, the soldier's steps were no longer firm, and he walked towards the place where the young man once stood in a somewhat frivolous manner. However, for some reason, the lowest point in the center of the valley seemed to be higher now, and everyone was walking uphill, climbing unconsciously.

The woman's laughter became clearer and clearer, and her joy infected everyone. Their bodies reacted, just like the wine they had never seen. They were sure that the noise of the nightingales must also come from the beauty.

On the other side, the Paladin's charge 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 an evil spirit."

These devout servants of God also felt various visions, but they usually maintained the practice of abstaining from desires, unlike many unqualified clergy who were captured by wine, sex, money and power.

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

They didn't know when they were on a mountain with lush trees. Both the front and back roads became mountain trails filled with vegetation, and the paladins had to abandon their horses and walk instead.

Besides the strange singing and laughter, there were also rustling noises.

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

"May light be with you, and order be yours." The visitors were also paladins, but their costumes were more gorgeous, and their relics and weapons were older. It was obvious that they came from the Eternal City.

The paladins of the Eternal City were very surprised to see their “companions”: “You also have divine power.”

"Of course, friar, our piety is beyond doubt."

The knight of the Eternal City shook his head: "This problem can only be solved by the elders. I originally thought that you would not be recognized by God, but obviously the complexity of the matter is beyond expectations." This is no longer an ordinary heresy, we must unite at this time!
They all noticed the changes on the battlefield. The Paladins from the Eternal City had originally planned to use the coalition forces of the southern countries as bait and launch a surprise attack on the enemy's flank, but now the plan had to change.

"Obviously, the source comes from the top of the mountain. There seems to be something obscene happening there. The unsteady mortals have been bewitched and are moving forward towards the illusion without hesitation." "Since all of us here are warriors blessed by the Lord and are steadfast brothers, we can certainly break the evil spirit."

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

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

The higher they climbed, the more sparse the vegetation became. The sunlight shone on them, which seemed stronger than on a normal winter day. The strong smell of alcohol seemed to be dispelled. The light was shining, a blessing from God! This gave the paladins greater confidence.

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

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

He paid close attention to the changes in the wine glasses. Both were gods who were dead but not yet stiff. The two holy vessels were colliding violently, and they were connected by the transmutation dust that was like wine, blending with each other.

According to Hercules, this is the last chalice of Dionysus in existence. It is the final sacrificial vessel of Dionysus, carrying all intentions and indications, and will become increasingly powerful once activated.

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

Balaam's power of transformation was revealed. The beads tried to change and erase the carved patterns on the outside of the wine glass, while the wine glass kept restoring itself. After a while, Balaam seemed to give up the fight.

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

What the hell, you want to rely on physical attacks? Are you worthy of the name "Thoth"? Rorschach was surprised and worried. The bead was so small and made of glass. Don't break it.
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 supplemented by fast-paced percussion, followed by the entire style of the song.

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

"Stop!" The overall quality of the Paladins was higher. Even with armor, they were ahead of ordinary soldiers in reaching the top. 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 shouted at Rorschach to stop the ceremony.

"Sorry, it's the last step."

On the top of the mountain, Rorschach was submerged in the light radiating from within. In fact, at this moment, what the Paladin saw was his clone condensed in the flow of the Transmutation Dust.

According to the legend, Bacchus was drinking, playing and singing with the women on the top of the mountain. The king, who hated Bacchus, thought that they were committing a dissolute act, so he sent an army to capture the madman and the crazy Bacchus followers. On the other hand, a group of alcoholic and lustful people also thought that a great blissful party was taking place on the top of the mountain, so they happily climbed to the top.

The Paladin, the Allied Forces and the scene at that time overlap, and Rorschach's clone, this innocent young man, corresponds to the God of Wine of that year. This body reshaped by divine power echoes the original myth, and together with the two warring parties, it constitutes a large-scale ritual, not a drama.

The clone has passed the ritual and has the conditions to bear divinity and godhood. In other words, it will be the spoils of war that Balan Thoth and Dionysus fight over.

When the light completely engulfed the clone, Rorschach's will returned to his original body, hiding in the woods not far away. With his soul and body united, he stood ready, holding Hercules' staff.

(End of this chapter)