Even for the legendary powerhouse, the necessary relaxation and leisure is still very important, basically only those who really love magic will be eager to put all their energy and time into research, if they are more concerned with the desire to vent or the warrior who likes to indulge in fine wine, even if they reach the legendary level, all kinds of relaxation and entertainment will still be a "life spice".

For example, in the blood-soaked hell, if the high-ranking devils of the nobility participate in the war or battle, then whether they return triumphantly or defeated, holding a grand banquet is generally an indispensable "repertoire" The magnificent and hideous palace will be decorated with many decorations symbolizing blood and evil, the heads of enemies will be hung from the ceiling as lamps, and the beautiful devil's maids will dance gracefully in light clothes as the smell of blood blooms from the wine glasses............

This lavish and dark banquet often lasts for several weeks and does not end until the host and guests have all their sums of time.

Even in the process of bloody battles, even if the materials on the edge of the battlefield are barren and the air is dirty, the specifications of a devil's public banquet still can't be too low-grade.

After all, because the number of demons is inexhaustible, a bloody battle can sometimes last for thousands of years, and the legendary devil Grand Duke who is obliged to guard the abyssal rift often has to fight for a long time on the battlefield of the mountain of corpses and blood.

So next to what is now the chasm of the Abyss of Beretius, a lavish palace built improvised by spells began a grand celebration against the backdrop of the Demon Corpse Mountain.

Perhaps as a private dinner party of a legendary powerhouse, a scene hastily arranged on the edge of the scene is still a bit too simple, but for the founder of the banquet that does not pay much attention to "pomp", such a simple banquet can be regarded as barely enough, and there is only one guest at this banquet, that is, the legendary warrior Ganatika who has fought side by side with the Devil Grand Duke for fifty or sixty thousand years.

Maybe after fighting together for too long, there was still a little friendship after all, and now the conversation between Oaklis and Ganatika has become more of an "old acquaintance", even if the young Avenger has gone through tens of thousands of years of "fighting with chatter" The process is very unopen and has become more and more reticent, but this does not affect the optimistic Oaklis's rare expression of his happy mood.

For example, now, the Devil's Grand Duke, who sits in the "host" seat and tears at the steak with a beautiful maid in his arms, throws the bottle of fine wine to Ganatika, who is silently chewing dried fruit, like a normal host.

"Try the latest brewed Hell Shochu, it's 10,000 hot, smooth on the palate, and it's infused with a bit of the Demon Lord's soul, and you can even hear the pathetic Demon Lord roaring angrily when you gulp it down............ In a hellish place like the Bloody Battlefield, such a spirit is a rare specialty."

Complimenting the blood-red wine he made, Acles now behaves like a vulgar and depraved drunk, "uninhibited", and it must be admitted that compared to the gentle and elegant "aristocratic boy" tens of thousands of years ago, the Devil's Grand Duke, whose appearance has not changed a bit, seems to be tainted with a lot of "gentleness", such as when he eats meat steaks, he has finally completely given up using the exquisite Mithril knife and fork, and for example, he has become more and more rude to his favored maids.

It hadn't been a few minutes since the banquet had been held, and the body of a devil girl who had been embraced by Oaklis was already dripping with blood from the rubbing of those sharp claws.

"I said I didn't like the spirit...... Also, is it time for a banquet, the Celesius rift doesn't seem to be very stable."

Frowning and catching the wine bottle thrown by the Devil's Grand Duke, the young avenger, who quietly swallowed the dried fruit, still did not try the taste of "hell spirits", he just put down the long-necked bottle painted with wailing human faces, and then looked at Oaklis, who was looking up and pouring wine with his head up.

After spending such a long time in the bloody battle, although he was lucky enough to reach level twenty-four without much promotion, the legendary warrior has already witnessed the whole process of the fall of a legendary professional.

He didn't know what kind of predicament this devil archduke was facing as his nominal "employer", but he knew very well that the current Grand Duke of Oaklis was too different from the Archduke of Oaklis tens of thousands of years ago, and as time slowly passed, the mood of the drunkard in front of him had already become very tyrannical and moody, and sometimes he even showed serious self-destructive madness during the battle.

Of course, in order not to lose his business, every time Ganatika stopped the mad warlock who had lost his mind, and the young avenger even remembered that he had woken up this unreliable employer thousands of times.

Now, Ganatika, who has been staring at the Grand Duke of Oaklis, is actually guarding against the sudden madness of some demon who has fallen into self-paralysis.

"Banquets, eating, drinking, and fighting, are becoming less and less attentive...... You don't look like a legend at all, Oakles, and you're more of a poor madman than I am, and what do you think now?"

Frowning and helplessly speaking, Ganatika, whose expression was numb, didn't know what to say, and when he saw Oaklis's current appearance, the young avenger didn't know why he thought of himself for the first time............

How confident and resolute was the Devil's Grand Duke, who was actively looking for a solution to the problem, and how decadent and dazed was the drunkard who was now sitting on the throne?

Ganatika didn't know if he would be like that one day, but he always felt in his heart that it would be sooner or later...... Because even after tens of thousands of years, the young avenger who was thinking about his "true heart" while drawing his sword and slashing in a brainless battle still did not get a relevant answer.

Only the once-burning flame of hatred seemed to flicker more and more dimly with the wash of blood............

"The effects of chaos are inevitable, maybe in the next tens of thousands of years, I will no longer be my original self like Oaklis, but before that day comes, how long will such a meaningless battle end?"

Picking up a new slice of dried fruit and putting it in his mouth, feeling the sweetness and spicinessness on his tongue explode together, Ganatika suddenly felt that he didn't want to bother with the drunkard Oaklis anymore.

He just wanted to quietly savor this very ordinary tasting dried fruit.

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