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Chapter 993: dried fruit..
Even for the legendary powerhouse, the necessary relaxation is still very important. Basically, only those spellcasters who really love magic can't wait to put all their energy and time into research, if they are more concerned about desire to vent Warlocks or warriors who like to immerse themselves in fine wine, even if they reach the legendary level, all kinds of relaxation and entertainment projects will still be fascinating "life spoils".
For example, in the blood-filled hell, if the high-level demons as aristocrats participate in wars or battles, no matter whether they return triumphantly or defeated, holding a grand banquet is generally an indispensable "reserved show", magnificent And the hideous palace will be decorated with many decorations that symbolize blood and evil. The heads of enemies will be suspended from the ceiling as lamps, and the breath of blood will bloom freely from the wine glasses. Those beautiful devil maids are even more impressive. Will all be dressed in light clothes and dance gracefully............
Such luxurious and dark banquets are often opened for several weeks, and will not stop until the host and guests are all happy.
Even in the bloody battle, even if the materials on the edge of the battlefield are barren and the air is dirty, the standard of a banquet hosted by a devil is still not too low.
After all, because the number of demons can be said to be inexhaustible, a bloody battle sometimes even lasts for thousands of years. The legendary Devil Archduke who is obliged to guard the rift in the abyss often has to sleep endlessly on the battlefield of the sea of blood. The fighting has been for a long, long time. In this case, every battlefield interval will seem very precious. How can grand banquets and relaxation shows not be taken seriously?
So next to the rift in the abyss of Belesius, a luxurious palace built temporarily by spells began a grand celebration project against the backdrop of the mountains of the devil's corpse.
Perhaps as a private dinner for the legendary strongman, a scene set up in a hurry on the edge of the scene is still a bit too crude, but for the organizer of the banquet who is not too particular about "exposure", such a simple banquet can be considered barely. It is possible that, besides, there is only one guest at this banquet, and that is the legendary warrior Ganatika who has fought side by side with the Devil Archduke for fifty to six thousand years.
Perhaps after fighting for too long, there was a little friendship after all. The conversation between Oakleys and Ganatica now means a lot of "old acquaintances", even if the young Avengers have gone through tens of thousands of years. The process of "talking and chatting together" did not open up very much and became more taciturn, but this did not affect the optimistic Oakley's rare expression of his pleasure.
For example, now, sitting in the position of the "master" and holding a beautiful maid gnawing at the steak, the devil's grandfather threw the exquisite wine bottle to Ganatica, who was silently chewing on dried fruits, just like a host of a normal treat.
"Taste the newly brewed Hell Shochu. The temperature is tens of thousands, and the taste is smooth. It contains a little bit of the soul of the demon sub-lord. When you drink it into your stomach, you can even hear the sad demon lord still roaring. …………In a ghost place like the Battlefield of Blood, such spirits are rare specialty wines.”
Praising the blood-red wine he produced, Oakles is now acting like a vulgar and depraved drunk who is "uninhibited". It must be admitted that compared with the gentle and elegant "aristocratic boy" tens of thousands of years ago, he is now acting like a vulgar and depraved drunk. The devil's grand prince who hasn't changed a little bit appears to be tainted with a lot of "funny" taste. For example, he has finally given up using exquisite mithril knives and forks when he eats meat steaks, and for example, he has treated his favored maid more and more. rough.
A few minutes before the banquet was held, the body of a devil girl who was embraced by Oakris was already dripping with blood under the rubbing of the sharp claws.
"I said that I don't like this kind of spirits... Also, is it time for a banquet? Belesius's fissure doesn't seem to be very stable yet."
Frowning and catching the wine bottle thrown by the Devil Archduke, the young Avenger who calmly swallowed the dried fruit still did not try the taste of "hell spirits", he just put down the flask with the wailing face engraved on it. , And then a little dazed and a little helpless to look at Oakles, who was pouring his head up.
After spending such a long time in the bloody battle, although the class level that hasn't been improved much by chance reached the twenty-fourth level, the legendary warrior has already witnessed the whole process of the fall of a legendary professional.
He doesn't know what kind of predicament this devil, as his nominal "employer", is facing, but he knows very well that there are already too many of the present and the tens of thousands of years ago. There are so many differences. As time goes by, the mood of the drunkard has already become very tyrannical and moody. Sometimes he will even show a serious self-destructive crazy tendency during the battle.
Of course, in order to prevent him from losing his business, Ganatika stopped the mad warlock who had lost his mind every time. The young avenger even clearly remembered that he had woken up this unreliable employer thousands of times.
Now, Ganatika, who has been staring at Archduke Oakcles, is actually guarding against a demon who is paralyzed by himself from suddenly going mad.
"Party, eating, drinking and having fun, fighting is getting less and less mindful... You don’t look like a legend at all, Oakles, you are more like a poor lunatic than I am now, what do you think now? ".
Frowning and feeling helplessly, Ganatika, with a numb expression, didn't know what to say. Seeing what Oakles looked like now, the young Avengers didn't know why he thought of himself in the first place............
How confident and decisive was the devil who was actively looking for solutions to the problem? How decadent and dazed is that drunk sitting on the throne now?
Ganatika didn't know if he would become that way one day, but he always felt in his heart that it was a matter of time...because even after tens of thousands of years, he drew his sword in a brainless battle. The young avenger who slashed and thought about his own "intention" still didn't get the relevant answer.
Only the flame of hatred that once burned indefinitely seemed to become increasingly dim and swaying with the scouring of blood............
"The influence from the chaos is really inevitable. Maybe in tens of thousands of years, I will no longer be my original self like Oakles, but before that day, such a meaningless battle will have to be When will it end?"
Picking up a new piece of dried fruit and putting it in his mouth, feeling the sweetness and spicyness on the tip of his tongue explode, Ganatika suddenly felt that she didn't want to care about the drunk Oakcles going crazy.
He just wants to quietly taste this piece of dried fruit, which tastes very ordinary.
End of this Chapter
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