The Wine Master's face had turned purple. He fell to one knee, and his body began to sway.
The Wine Master's face had turned purple. He fell to one knee, and his body began to sway.
The most frightening thing about the fruit was that it was a manifestation of protogenia. It wasn't a simple poison. If it had been a simple poison, the Wine Master would have discovered it the moment it entered his mouth.
It was a strange form of protogenia. It wasn't harmful in and of itself, but it was capable of putting the victim into a deep sleep.
A deep sleep. In this situation, it was enough to determine victory or defeat.
Just then, Lan Jue, who had been slumped over the Wine Master, suddenly stirred. A drop of dark red blood flowed from between his eyebrows.
The drop of crimson blood didn't fall to the ground. Instead, like a ruby, it remained embedded in Lan Jue's forehead.
The crimson light spread out, carrying with it a faint aroma. It was the aroma of grapes, like the finest wine in the world.
The purple hue drained from Lan Jue's face at an alarming rate. When he opened his eyes, the first thing that flashed through them was a crimson red.
Lan Jue rose to his feet, and his aura exploded. Gold replaced the red, and in a flash he was behind the Wine Master. Lan Jue's right hand touched the crimson dot on his forehead, and a red aura enveloped the Wine Master.
Strands of purple energy began to rise from the Wine Master's body. The purple on his face began to recede, and a silver light began to shine in the depths of his eyes.
"No … this is impossible!
How could you have neutralized the effects of the fruit? "Aubert de Villaine's voice was filled with shock.
The Wine Master rose to his feet once more. His scepter lifted high into the air, and the Black Hole, which had been on the verge of collapse, began to shrink inward.
Then, it began to expand outwards.
Arcs of distorted silver light collided with the dark purple light, and then exploded. A spatial storm erupted, and all the cracks in the fabric of space began to fuse with the Black Hole.
They quickly fused with the black hole, making the black hole even more powerful and terrifying.
This was the true power of the Cosmagus. Every famous Paragon had his own trump card.
Aubert de Villaine let out an enraged roar, and the branches of the tree shook violently.
A strange scene appeared. All the grapevines in Berne Town began to sway.
It was as if all of a sudden, they were all alive.
The sky turned dark purple, and a layer of dark purple halo bloomed outward. Then, like a mountain pressing down, it pressed down on the black hole below.
The Wine Master had suddenly recovered.
Aubert de Villaine had no choice but to use his own Protogenia to fuse with the rest of the town.
The Wine Master was far more powerful than he'd imagined. Against such a powerful foe, if he fought with all his might, he'd be the one to emerge victorious. But it would be impossible to save Beaune.
Aubert de Villaine could not believe it.
Why was Lan Jue able to nullify the effects of the Wine Master's Fruit?
All of this was quickly out of his control.
Of course, Lan Jue wouldn't give him an answer.
Lan Jue didn't have the answer either.
That drop of blood came from his body, but he didn't know why it appeared and why it had such an effect.
He lifted his hand from the Wine Master's back. With the Wine Master's support, they were safe for the time being.
He turned to the Pauper.
He planned to nullify the effects of the fruit as well.
Suddenly, the Pauper's body began to glow with a golden light.
His entire body was bathed in the golden light.
The Pauper slowly rose to his feet.
He sat cross-legged, his hands clasped in front of his chest.
Dressed in the Pauper's garb, he looked dignified and dignified. A golden halo appeared behind his head, and a low, draconic chant filled the air.
Protogenia!
Lan Jue could feel the change in the Pauper. Even the Pauper was fine?
He could use protogenia?
After a brief moment of surprise, Lan Jue realized things weren't as she'd imagined. The Pauper's protogenia was pulsing, but it was contained within him. Though his body was glowing, he didn't move. He sat there like a statue.
Lan Jue understood. The Pauper wasn't using his protogenia to help the Wine Master fight Aubert and de Villaine. He'd broken through. He'd found his own path.
He couldn't become a Paragon in one leap, but at least he could communicate with his protogenia. It was as if he'd become a Paragon himself.
This would pave the way for him to become a Paragon in the future. He'd been at the peak of ninth level for many years, and with enough time he'd discovered the Path of Protogenia, his future would be smooth and unhindered.
Lan Jue couldn't help but stare at the Pauper's transformation. It wasn't an easy feat to guide a ninth level Adept to the path of protogenia.
Not many ninth level Adepts could accomplish such a feat in their lifetime.
The Pauper wasn't doing this because of the pressure here. He'd fallen asleep under the influence of the Wine God's Fruit. What pressure could he possibly feel?
As such, there was only one possible reason for his current state: the Wine God Fruit's effect.
Lan Jue thought back to the time they'd tasted Henri Jayer's Cros Habaneros on Skyfire Avenue. Lan Jue remembered the Pauper's words. The wine had enlightened him, and that was why he'd come with the Wine Master to find the descendants of the Three Gods of Wine.
Now, it seemed, he'd succeeded.
The Wine God's Fruit hadn't been expelled from his body. Instead, he'd absorbed it, and entered into a state of epiphany.
The Wine Master had noticed this as well. He glanced at the Pauper, and his eyes lit up with joy.
A Paragon who'd mastered protogenia was a boon to Skyfire Avenue.
The Pauper wasn't too old, about the same age as the Gourmet. It seemed likely that Skyfire Avenue would soon have another Paragon.
Even as they rejoiced, Aubert and de Villaine did not stop their attacks.
The sky was filled with a strange phenomenon. The purple light had become a vortex, but when it came in contact with the black hole, it disappeared. It was as if the black hole had swallowed it whole.
However, Lan Jue soon discovered that the black hole's interior had begun to glow with a purple light. It was like a glue that held the black hole in place, causing it to grow smaller and smaller.
The black hole was one of the Wine Master's protogenia techniques. It was a power only Paragons could wield.
Lan Jue could use the Spirit of Ascension, but the Spirit of Ascension he could use was only the tip of the iceberg of protogenia. It wasn't a protogenia technique.
It could amplify one's strength, but it wasn't enough to control protogenia.
Aubert and De Villaine were using protogenia against protogenia to suppress the Wine Master's Dimensional Black Hole. Slowly, it began to close.
In this kind of collision, both sides consumed energy.
Aubert's Discipline was far below the Wine Master's. But here in Beaune, with the help of the Paragon's Discipline, he was stronger than the Wine Master.
Aubert de Villaine was a shrewd and ruthless man, even though he was no longer in his right mind.
The Wine Master's expression was solemn. His scepter glowed with a soft silver light, and the black hole began to close. He stood off in the distance, eyes narrowed. He seemed to be deep in thought.
Now that the threat of the wine god fruit had been removed, it wouldn't be difficult to escape. Given his mastery of interdimensional Discipline, all he had to do was risk his injuries and energy depletion to get the Pauper and Lan Jue out of here.
But what would happen next?
Aubert de Villaine would definitely come after them.
He'd been on this planet for who knew how many years, and was far more familiar with it than the rest of them. It would be difficult to take advantage of the situation.
Besides, Aubert had the support of the Western Alliance, so he could contact the Western Alliance at the first sign of trouble. As long as they couldn't escape this planet, there was nothing they could do.
Paragons could use protogenia to find people. Aubert was a rare plant-based Paragon, and he could communicate with the flora and fauna of the planet to find them.
This was the Western Alliance. Even if they called for help, Skyfire Avenue's reinforcements wouldn't be able to get here in time. The Western Alliance was different. Only a Paragon could work with a Paragon.
But they couldn't be sure if there was a Pontiff or Satan behind Aubert's back.
But no matter which one it was, if another Paragon joined the fray, they wouldn't even have a chance to escape.
The Wine Master's heart sank. He hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Not only was one of the Three Gods of Wine still alive, but his soul had been consumed by the darkness. He'd become a Paragon of the Fallen.
In human history, there had been extremely fallen rulers. They were abnormally powerful, and they brought disaster to the entire human race.
For example, there was a dictator in the Previous Era, who was a fallen ruler. He launched a world war that almost spread to the entire Mother Planet. Although he was defeated in the end, it still caused great suffering, and countless people died because of the war.
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(To be continued)