"Yes, yes, Priapus is the God who is in charge of male masculinity. He can arouse the morale of our army. He is timid in the battlefield, and is just like they are not afraid of women in bed. I learned that a mysterious ritual is particularly effective, which is to cut off a man's pill, then apply it with spices, and then let a woman, preferably a prostitute, sit on it and recite poems praising God." Obis suggested methodically.

Mitradati nodded, and suddenly remembered something, "When it comes to the ceremony of Priapus, it doesn't happen to be called."

"Carabis, my Majesty, let Temoth perform castration surgery on him as soon as possible before the decisive battle with the Romans." Obishus immediately instigated.

"Father, if I remember correctly, Obihus is also a healthy person. Why not give his one to the Lord Priapus?" Adiana protested below, "And, don't place the defeat of the Romans on the illusory gods. Isn't we sacrificed enough to the gods in the Sinop? In the previous battle, Tucker Schiller captured a full half of the Roman soldiers of the regiment, and their centurion, why don't you ask the enemy how they fought!"

"My dear Princess, God will not be happy about my thing. He prefers sacrifices with blood and energy." Obischös smiled and didn't smile.

Mitradati shouted to Adiana, "Shut up, who allowed you to slander the patron saint of the country and family in this way?" Then he covered his wound and thought for a while, and asked Obishus, "Timus is a strange and stubborn person. What if he stubbornly refuses to perform castration surgery?"

Obishus bowed deeply and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Is it the only one who can castrate the chickens and ducklings or Karabis in such a huge sect?

"Well, tomorrow will be held to worship Priapus, and Obishuus will prepare the rest of the wine, fruit trees and other offerings. In addition, let the entire army participate in this sacred ceremony." After Mitradati issued this order, he waved his hand sleepily, signaling everyone to retreat and he was about to rest.

In the early morning of the next day, Karabis wore a gorgeous dress woven in silk, wrapped in the half-old cloak given to him by Lukulas, standing on the altar that had been set up in advance, accompanied by a few sheep, a pile of wine jars, and evergreen pine branches. He looked at the laid altar, which was an ugly man standing on it, with one eye and one leg, but there was a huge tall man. It is said that he was the son of Dionysus and the God of Love, and he blessed the orchard, reproduction, and the incense on the altar was filled with smoke. Accompanied by the strange dance and singing of the priests wearing masks, indescribable horror and absurdity. When the cold wind blew, his black hair was like a small wave of wheat, his narrow eyes were a little unopened, and his fingers were touching the enamel gold pendant given to him by Adianna in advance.

He looked around the altar, and the entire altar was surrounded by the cavalry and archers, and many people pointed at it, and were full of sincere curiosity about the sacrificial ceremony. Not far from the altar, the soldiers set up high platforms to come to observe, including Mitradati, Adianna and Stratonis, and other generals of the Bendu family, Takschil, Biduita, Azilaus, etc., all sat under the scepter and parasol, ready to watch everything on the altar.

Opposite the altar, standing naked, with a smeared ochre red body, and a plump and honey-like body, staring at Karabis quietly.

"Little Karabis, I really want to ask you now, do you regret it? Originally, as long as you say, you can live with this lovely Porti, but unfortunately, today I want to appreciate a shocking tragedy of the Lord's servant loyalty, swaying." Obishus, who presided over the ceremony, rubbed his hands and laughed, feeling great excitement. This developed daughter, who was just a poor musician when she was young, was only a poor musician, and was distorted after her development. In the palace, she often enjoyed torture young men and women slaves, and today she was even more happy.

Next to Obihusse, there is a doctor with a expressionless face and an idiot. He is here to replace Timoxiu's main surgery. It was specially selected by Obihusse. Two assistants set up long tables on the altar, putting tools such as knives, saws, small axes one by one...

Adiana, who was standing under the parasol, looked at her and felt her body trembling. She didn't know how Obis would treat Karabis, and she didn't know whether Karabis could survive. By the way, Karabis would - she suddenly remembered that she had given her a pendant before, full of violent venom!

A war horn interrupted her. More than a hundred captured Roman soldiers, led by Uteris and Hebrida, lined up to the audience of Mitradati, "Understand these people." Mitradati waved generously, and then he said to Adiana: "Good girl, I think what you said yesterday also makes sense, so I immediately ask these defeated generals, what they have to do with their own army in front of us, and can help me defeat the enemy."

"What the hell is that - Karabis? What's going on when he stood in front of Priapus's statue! And Porty." Hebrida pinched his sore wrist, looked at the altar, and shouted involuntarily.

"Everyone is kneeling down!" A Hondu's flag guard stood on the high steps and placed the Mitra Sun Golden Scepter in his hand flattened, requiring that the heads of all Roman captives not exceed the height of the scepter.

Utarius knelt down happily, and the other soldiers, seeing the senior centurion, fell to the ground. Hebrida cursed in Utarius's ear: "You coward, I misread you before, Tuna Lukulas misread you, and Roman citizens misread you."

Utaris ignored him. At this time, Mitradati felt that the scene was not bad: on the one hand, he could use Priapus's sacrifice to inspire the morale of his soldiers; on the other hand, he could also find a way to defeat the Eighth Legion on the opposite side by interrogating the captives of the Roman dog.

"Who can tell me the weakness of your legion formation opposite, I will reward him with five thousand drakma." Mitradati pointed to the river far away, and the eighth legion's strict formation said to the prisoners kneeling under the audience - but no one paid attention to him. In the end, Utarius climbed up tremblingly, kissed the scepter of Mitra's sun god, and then shouted: "This is a zigzag formation that strengthens the reserve force..."

"You dog, Utarius, you're crazy, are you still worthy of your family!" Hebrida below shouted angrily.

But Utarius ignored him at all, raised his hands, and looked like he begging for mercy. "Mr. Wang offered me a high price of 20,000 drachmas in advance. Now please give me a wooden board and a pen. I can draw the array diagram and tricks and offer it to Your Majesty, you and the beautiful Mr. Wang."

A linguistic slave next to him translated Utaris' words to Mitradati. Mitradati laughed and said no, I understand Latin. Then he asked Adianna if there was indeed such a thing. Adianna said to his father for a while. Mitradati nodded, and the two servants handed a ivory board and a pen to Utaris. The other party sat on the steps and drew with the curse of the soldiers of the Third Regiment.

Over there, Obishus raised his hand on the altar, indicating that he could start, and everyone's attention turned to that place.

Just as the doctor gave a wink, meaning that Karabis was lying on the table, Karabis's body shook violently, like a sieve. Obisus saw that urine actually flowed out between his legs!
Chapter completed!