Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 876 - 753: Banquet and Drinking

Oyufemos Country.

There are still three days left before the once-every-five-years Ten Kings Summit of the Zongderilic Empire, yet the ten kings who rule this vast empire have already arrived with their retinues, all aboard their floating battleships.

In the center of this magnificent circular city, within a large resplendent hall with golden floors and silver walls, the ten illustrious Divine Sons are laughing and chatting heartily.

Each king, tall and statuesque like a marble sculpture, has a dazzling presence. Sitting on their thrones, they resemble ten gods who have stepped out of an epic, rendering the humble mortals unable to look them in the eyes.

However, despite their sacred and awe-inspiring presence, they are not discussing state affairs or the lives of the people, but are reveling in joyous drinking like a bunch of idle aristocratic offspring.

"Hahaha... not bad, not bad."

"Oyufemos has truly put in effort this year."

A variety of unknown beautiful instruments—string, woodwind, brass, and percussion—create endless joyful melodies in the hands of musicians.

A group of beautiful female slaves, wearing flower crowns and white lightweight gauzy dresses, dance in the center of the hall on a soft carpet sprinkled with fresh petals. Their wrists and ankles, adorned with silver bells, chime melodiously with their movements.

Jingle, jingle, jingle...

With every lift of their arms or step, large swathes of fair, moonlight-like skin flow from beneath their transparent clothing, seemingly raising the temperature of the hall a few degrees.

Although there are still three days until the meeting, the kings will not waste a moment. The luxurious banquet will continue for three days, until the opening of the "Great Arena" which signifies the start of the summit.

As the "fortunate" elite guard brought by King Ariane to the neighboring country, Aiven and his team stand by his side, essentially serving as ceremonial decor with no substantial difference from a piece of ritual display.

Among them is a lion over four meters in length, weighing more than 300 kilograms, a pet of Ariane. Its fur is golden but without a mane, clearly a female lion, yet possessing the powerful Tier 3 demonized creature status.

Carefully avoiding the occasional tail swish of the lioness, even faced with so many potential enemies standing at the peak of mortal ability for the first time in his life, Aiven was not overly tense.

He has not just casually transformed into Actaeon's appearance; he used Actaeon's genetic material to fully replace his existence, even inheriting the physical memory developed through long training.

No abnormalities were exhibited, and the powerful-auraed "Divine Sons" did not detect anything amiss.

As for the others besides Aiven, including Darktili, they stood there filled with genuine glory.

It's not hard to see that in such a theocratic state where Divine Sons are both secular rulers and religious leaders, their grip on power is highly thorough and stable.

On the other hand, perhaps due to these long-lived beings ruling the country for so long, with longevity, strength, wealth, and status being incomparable, it seems these "Divine Sons" have no desire to consider the will of the common people.

The so-called "nation" is quite different from what Aiven understood, more like a self-sufficient aristocratic manor encompassing 4 million square kilometers than a massive empire of that size.

Undoubtedly, the Divine Sons occupy the pinnacle of the pyramid.

And providing for their ultimate indulgence is the greatest meaning of this country!

"If these guys carry on like this outside, even if the True God doesn't send down divine punishment, they'd probably be swept away by the tide of the world. All rights but no duties, such a thing doesn't exist in this world."

Aiven sneered inwardly; despite sharing the same status as a national leader, he did not envy their lifestyle.

Scratch—

"Oh!"

The flimsy gauzy dress was suddenly torn, and a particularly beautiful dancer let out a tender exclamation.

"Hahaha... come over here."

Completely indifferent to the gazes of others, the most noble king of the empire, Zongderilic, laughed heartily, pulling the beautiful dancer into his embrace, letting her pour wine for him with her soft, slender hands.

"Delicious!"

The actions of these Divine Sons are clearly not aligned with the word "sacred," lacking the elegance of a higher being. They are just as reckless and indulgent as mortals with great power, no better than libertine men and women in the city.

While the other guards in the hall were accustomed to this and kept a straight face, Aiven, as the sole outsider, looked on with disdain.

He had seen two others who claimed to be Divine Sons, the "Azure Beast" descendant of Aihote, and the divinity-endowed descendant "Eight Million" of the Chaos Worm Shude Mel, who were at least much stronger than these ten guys, not to mention the Divine Creature Kraken, the King of Sea Monsters, who was just a step away from being a demigod.

The library records that this nation's civilization originated from the love between a god and a maiden living on an island, eventually giving birth to five pairs of twins, namely these ten kings.

It's uncertain whether they were like this from the start or if a comfortable life gradually corrupted and degraded them into this state.

Though entities of the "Divine Son" rank inherently lack a "Mythical Form" that would inspire innate fear, Aiven felt that these guys were somewhat lacking overall.

From the current performance of the ten kings, whether they possess the "divinity" representing immortality is a big question mark.

Previously, Aiven had suspected whether they were survivors from the previous era like the Ancient Gods. But he found no trace of the bizarre traits exhibited by Ancient Gods and their beloved, resembling normal human beings instead.

After using the [Creator's Blood] to analyze the genetic sequence of the Zongderilic people, Aiven found that it differs very little from the genetic map of regular humans. He even concluded that these guys might very likely be the common ancestors of the Nimansite people, Atrean people, and Anuma people in this era, also indirectly proving that these people come from before the era.

But even the True God was demoted in status to barely survive, so how could these "Divine Sons" possibly live so leisurely here?

It's truly hard to understand.

However.

Although Aiven felt these Divine Sons were not as their name suggests, he could not help but feel a chill as he watched the [Ancient Scroll] gradually change from deep red to black-red, and finally to pure black.

Regardless of whether these "Divine Sons" possess [Divinity], they definitely stand at the pinnacle of Tier 4.

Moreover, within this highly advanced Extraordinary civilization, the power of Tier 4 is not limited to these "Divine Sons" alone; even the High Priests and Generals among the various nations are not to be underestimated.

If he dared to act recklessly, dying on the spot might even be the best outcome.

So he quickly made up his mind.

"I can't wait any longer. Although it's the first day of arriving in Oyufemos Country and I'm not familiar with the situation here, acting sooner is still better.

After changing shifts, I should explore what seems to be the Grand Arena."

Not thinking of ways to act early and having to wait until the sensational "King's Pre-Arena Fight" to make a dazzling appearance—Aiven was not so foolish as to reach that level. Now, during the banquet of the Ten Kings, it was the perfect time to act.

The banquet quickly went deep into the night, with multiple rounds of dishes and drinks, and several groups of beautiful dancers changed. Besides Aiven's side with Ali, every king had at least one soft and tender beauty in his arms.

Just when Aiven thought that the king beside him was a rare clear stream among the ten brothers.

"Roar—!"

The golden lioness that had been lying quietly on the ground suddenly sprang up and pounced on a slave pouring wine next to Ali.

Blood spattered, and brain matter scattered.

In his harrowing scream, the Tier 3 lioness swallowed him whole in two bites. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Yet.

Without a command from their master, the slaves serving in the round hall didn't dare to run, and the beautiful dancers in the open space didn't have the courage to stop dancing, forced to continue with feigned smiles.

Due to extreme fear, their dance steps faltered. The musicians nearby also had cramps in their legs, causing the music to go off-tune.

This massive lioness was obviously not full, stepping with an elegant stride around the area, choosing two more unlucky ones to devour.

However, this lion was quite intelligent and didn't eat any of the beautiful dancers favored by the kings, only taking two ordinary slaves responsible for serving food.

The other ordinary slaves who narrowly escaped breathed a slight sigh of relief: what a maddeningly cold society that judges by appearance!

"Look at me, I've been careless, careless, I actually forgot to prepare food for Ali's Hsuermine. But Hsuermine's appetite is still as good as ever, hahaha..."

Even when Oyufemos's owner had slaves eaten, he showed no anger. In his eyes, these lowly creatures probably weren't worth as much as the fine wine on the table.

"Hahaha... well done, well done!"

The kings nearby, seeing the lion's act of eating, laughed heartily with the beauties in their arms, not at all considering the flesh-and-blood, intelligent slaves as their kind.

Ali downed all the wine in his Golden Cup, smiled at his brother, and revealed his true face: "Oyufemos, I've heard you've caught a batch of extraordinary slaves. How about I pick a few for fun? Don't worry, I won't ruin them all."

Although he knew that if the slaves fell into his brother's hands, their end would be miserable and they wouldn't see the sun of tomorrow.

Given the chance to show off his prize to his brothers, Oyufemos graciously made a gesture of invitation.

"My general Iamos, take His Majesty Ali to the Grand Arena to select some."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

A stalwart man clad in bronze armor and battle skirt stepped forward, thumping his chest decisively.

"Then I shall take my leave first, hahaha..."

Putting down his wine glass, Ali, as handsome and strong as the sun, led the group with the satiated lioness Hsuermine and departed.

"The Grand Arena, is it?"

Aiven's eyes gleamed with determination as he followed closely behind.