Chapter31-How Did It Turn Out Like This?

"These people must be crazy!"

"Maybe. Otherwise, why would they stand in our way instead of running when they see our million-strong army?"

"Haha, look at all those beauties. Did they come to offer themselves as our women?"

The arcane beast army marched forward in a massive wave, only to be unexpectedly stopped when they reached the foot of the Forbidden Area.

All of the followers of the Goddess of Wine stood there with determined expressions, blocking their path.

Even the Lewis father and son showed no signs of fear.

At the front, the Grand Archpriest held up a wine glass, looking calmly at the seemingly endless sea of enemies in front of her.

"Which temple are you from?" From within the orc ranks, a tall orc knight riding a lizard stepped out. He was Solrath, the Chameleon Knight Commander of the Orc Kingdom. "Get out of the way immediately. No matter which god you serve, anyone who dares stand in our way will be crushed into the dust of history."

Although the continent had different kingdoms, with races and bloodlines often at odds, the act of worshiping deities was universal.

Some gods, like the God of War, were not only worshiped by humans, but also had followers among the orcs and other races.

The orc army had stopped because they saw the temples at the foot of the mountain.

They didn't know which deity was enshrined there, and it would be a problem if they accidentally destroyed a temple of their own god.

"We are followers of the great Goddess of Wine," Grand Archpriest Emil said calmly. "The mountain above is where our Envoy of the Goddess of Wine rests. You will disturb him. Leave immediately."

"Huh?" The orcs, still stained with the blood of human soldiers, thought they had misheard.

Solrath, the Chameleon Knight Commander, burst into laughter.

He raised the massive magic blade in his hand and pointed at Grand Archpriest Emil, laughing hysterically. "Hahaha, followers of the Goddess of Wine? Did I hear that right? Hahaha, the Goddess of Wine! Isn't that known as the most useless god?"

Not only him, but the other orc soldiers also burst into laughter.

"This is killing me, hahaha! Followers of the Goddess of Wine daring to block us?"

"With such a stance, I thought they were followers of the God of Death, eager to return to the underworld sooner!"

"Hahaha, are they trying to stop us to offer us drinks?"

But Grand Archpriest Emil suddenly spoke: "The Goddess of Wine is the most noble and the greatest deity! She doesn't just represent wine; she represents joy. Aren't you all laughing happily right now? Doesn't that prove the influence of the great Goddess of Wine on you?"

Hearing this, Solrath, who had been laughing, suddenly stopped.

"Your words are amusing," he said disdainfully. "But they are just the self-deception of the weak."

"Now I will slaughter you all!"

Grand Archpriest Emil raised the wine glass in her hand, a faint light radiating from her body.

All the followers lifted their glasses at the same time.

The light connected into a single glowing web.

The fragrance of wine grew stronger and stronger.

A colossal, ethereal wine glass appeared behind them.

"Charge!"

At Solrath's command, a group of cavalry charged fiercely at the followers.

They were imposing, and their armor was covered with spikes.

If they collided, the robed followers would definitely be torn to shreds.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several loud crashes echoed.

The charging cavalry were all thrown to the ground.

It was as if they were repelled by an invisible barrier.

Grand Archpriest Emil spoke calmly: "Leave now."

"Do not disturb the peace of the Lord Envoy."

"You think that with some magical shield, I can't kill you?" Solrath sneered viciously. "Archers, prepare! Load the Corrupt Blood Arrows!"

"Yes, sir!"

The next moment, countless arrows shot toward the followers of the Goddess of Wine.

Each arrowhead glowed with a dark red light.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The arrows were still deflected.

But the ethereal wine glass behind them began to dim significantly.

Grand Archpriest Emil's expression turned serious.

"Could it be that these Corrupt Blood Arrows can drain magical power?"

"If this keeps up, the Blessing Wall will eventually be broken."

Solrath, however, ordered a continued assault.

Once the shield was broken, every single person inside was to be killed.

As for the so-called Envoy of the Goddess of Wine, Solrath didn't care at all.

"A god of singing and brewing? Even if he is an envoy, how powerful could he be? We'll capture him alive and use him as a jester when we're bored."

Under wave after wave of Corrupt Blood Arrow attacks, the sound of shattering glass finally rang out.

The ethereal wine glass dissipated.

"Ah!" A follower lost his protection and was shot in the arm, collapsing to the ground.

"Kill them all! Kill every last one of them!" The orc army cheered in excitement.

"Take that woman alive. She reeks of wine—she'll taste great roasted!"

The orcs showed no mercy as they raised their weapons and charged at the followers of the Goddess of Wine.

But things didn't go as they expected.

These robed followers turned out to be quite capable fighters.

They drank the wine in their glasses, and their strength and mana began to surge.

Even minor wounds healed quickly.

The two sides engaged in fierce combat.

Grand Archpriest Emil used her magic to strike down a vicious orc.

But when she saw the commanding officer watching them with a smug expression, her heart sank.

"Even though we have strong individual combat abilities, they have too many people! In at most ten minutes, we will suffer heavy casualties."

"No, even so, I will fight to the very end."

Her gaze grew resolute once more.

"I am the Grand Archpriest of the great Goddess of Wine. Noble and ancient deity, please hear my prayer."

"Grant me the fragrance of protection, the courage of infinity, and the burning strength of raging spirits."

A brilliant light burst forth from her.

All the followers of the Goddess of Wine received the Grand Archpriest's blessing.

Their combat power doubled instantly.

"Hmph, going all out already?" Solrath sneered coldly. "What a load of nonsense. The era of the old gods is over. A useless trash god like the Goddess of Wine must have fallen long ago."

"Archers, prepare! Load the Falling Arrows!"

"Yes, sir!"

Another wave of arrows fell, dense as a torrential downpour.

Strangely, these arrows seemed to differentiate between friend and foe.

They avoided all the orcs and shot straight at the followers of the Goddess of Wine.

This time, even Grand Archpriest Emil's face turned pale.

It's over.

After this wave, they would all be wiped out.

Unconsciously, she glanced toward the mountaintop.

Master Owen, I'm sorry. I failed you! We couldn't stop these orcs. I'm truly sorry.

But then, the Grand Archpriest's pupils suddenly contracted, and she opened her mouth in disbelief.

She saw it!