Extraordinary Sailing

The country of Aoyu Formos.

There are still three days before the five-yearly meeting of the ten kings of the Zondriric Empire, but the ten kings who ruled this huge empire have all arrived with their subordinates on floating battleships.

Right at the very center of this magnificent ring-shaped city, with gold as the base and silver as the walls, in a large resplendent and resplendent round hall, ten incomparably noble sons of gods talked and laughed loudly.

Each king was as tall and fit as a marble sculpture, with a dazzling face. Sitting on their respective thrones, they looked like ten gods who had stepped out of an epic, which made all the humble mortals dare not face it.

It's just that they, who are so sacred and stalwart, are not discussing any major national affairs or people's livelihood at this time, but are drinking happily like a group of idlers.

"Hahaha good, good."

"Aoyu Formos is really serious this year."

String instruments, woodwind instruments, brass instruments, percussion instruments and various unknown and wonderful instruments play infinitely cheerful tunes in the hands of musicians.

A group of beautiful female slaves wearing garlands and white gauze skirts are in the open space in the middle of the round hall covered with soft carpets and fresh flower petals, twisting their graceful waists to the music, and the silver bells on their wrists and ankles followed. Ring a pleasant bell.

Ring ring ring.

As soon as he raised his hands and feet, a large expanse of white and smooth skin, as bright as moonlight, flowed out from the thin and invisible clothes, and even the temperature in the round hall seemed to rise a little bit.

Although there are still three days before the meeting, the kings will not waste time. The luxurious banquet will last for three days until the opening of the "Great Gladiator Before the King" which marks the start of the meeting.

As an elite guard who was "fortunately" brought to a neighboring country by King Arion, Aiwen's team stood by the king's side. In fact, it was more like a guard of honor and a ritual vessel.

Staying with them is a lion with a body length of more than four meters and a weight of more than 300 kilograms, which is Arion's pet. With golden hair and no mane around the neck, it is obviously a lioness, and it is also a powerful demonized creature with third-level strength.

Be careful to avoid the tail that the lioness flicked from time to time. Even though it was the first time in his life that he faced so many potential enemies at the peak of mortals at the same time, Ivan was not too nervous.

Now he didn't simply transform into Actaeon's appearance, but used his genetic material to completely replace his existence, and even inherited the memory of the long-term training of the body.

He didn't show the slightest abnormality, and he wasn't noticed by these powerful "sons of gods".

As for everyone else except Aiwen, standing here including Dak Tilly is full of glory from the heart.

It is not difficult to see that in this system where the Sons of God are both secular rulers and religious leaders, their ruling power is thoroughly implemented and stable enough.

On the other hand, perhaps because the long-lived species has ruled the country for a long time, they are completely incomparable in terms of lifespan, strength, wealth, status, etc., these "sons of gods" seem to have no intention to consider the will of the common people at all.

The so-called "country" is also quite different from Ai Wen's understanding. It is said that a huge empire of 4 million square kilometers is worse than a self-sufficient noble manor of 4 million square kilometers.

The Son of God is undoubtedly the existence at the top of the pyramid.

And the ultimate pleasure of supporting them is the greatest meaning of this country!

"If these guys do this outside, even if the real god doesn't send divine punishment, I'm afraid they will be taken away by the trend of the world. There is only power but no obligation. How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

Aiwen curled his lips in his heart, although he sighed as the head of state, he did not envy their lives.

prickly——

"ah!"

The flimsy gauze skirt was torn suddenly, and a certain beautiful dancer with an exceptionally moving appearance let out a delicate exclamation.

"Hahaha come here."

Not caring about other people's eyes at all, Zondriric, the most noble king in the empire, laughed loudly, hugged the beautiful dancer into his arms, and asked her to pour a cup of wine for him with those weak and boneless hands. liquor.

"tasty!"

The behavior of these sons of gods obviously has nothing to do with the word "sacred", and they don't have the compulsion of advanced creatures at all. On the contrary, he is still full of five poisons like a mortal with powerful power, and he is no better than those unrestrained men and women in the city.

If the other guards in the round hall were commonplace and kept their eyes on each other, Aiwen, the only outsider, would only be full of contempt in his eyes.

He has also seen two of the so-called sons of gods, the son of Elhote, "The Beast of the Blue", and the divine son of "Chaos Worm" Schudmel, "Eight Million", at least much stronger than these ten guys. Not to mention the "King of Sea Monsters" divine creature Kraken who is only one step away from a demigod.

It is recorded in the library that the origin of the civilization of this country is that the gods fell in love with a girl living on the island, and finally gave birth to five pairs of twins, that is, the ten kings.

I don't know if they were like this from the beginning, or if they were gradually corrupted by a comfortable life and then degenerated into this way.

Although the existence of a personality like "Son of God" does not have a "mythical form" that would make people fear from the bottom of their hearts, Ivan feels that these guys are always a little watery.

Even judging from the current performance of the ten kings, it is a big question mark whether they have [Divinity], which represents immortality.

Previously, Aiwen wondered if they were the remnants of the last era, just like the ancient gods. But there is no trace of the twisted and grotesque appearance on the ancient gods and their dependents, just like normal humans.

The [Blood of the Creator] was also used to analyze the gene sequence of the Zondriric people, and the genetic map of normal humans is also very small. Aiwen even came to the conclusion that these guys are likely to be the common ancestors of the Nemansters, Atrians, and Anumas in this era, and it also proved from the side that these people came from before the era .

But even the true gods had to be knocked down to survive. How could these "sons of gods" be happy here?

I really can't figure it out.

only.

Although Aiwen felt that the names of these sons of gods were not worthy of their names, he couldn't help being shocked when he watched the [Ancient Scroll] gradually change from dark red to black red, and finally turned into pure black.

Regardless of whether these "sons of gods" have [Divinity], standing at the peak of the fourth step is certain.

Moreover, within this highly developed extraordinary civilization, the power of the fourth level is not limited to these "sons of gods", the strength of the high priests and generals in the various countries should not be underestimated.

If he dared to act recklessly, dying in situ might be the best ending.

So he quickly made up his mind.

"I can't wait any longer. Although today is the first day of arriving in the country of Oyuformos, I don't know much about the situation here, but the sooner we act, the better.

After changing shifts, go to the place that seems to be a big arena to explore. "

If you don't want to try to act in advance, you must wait until the "Great Gladiator Before the King" makes its debut when everyone is looking forward to it. Ivan is not mentally handicapped to that extent. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the banquet of the ten kings, it is a good time to do it.

A banquet soon reached late at night, the food and drink changed several times, and the beautiful dancers also changed several times. Except for Arion on Ivan's side, every king has at least one warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms.

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

"Roar--!"

The golden lioness who had been lying obediently on the ground under her feet suddenly threw down a slave who was in charge of pouring wine next to Arion.

Flesh splattered and brains splattered.

In his miserable howl, the third-tier lioness swallowed it alive with just two mouthfuls.

However.

Without the master's order, the slaves serving in the round hall did not dare to run away, and the beautiful dancers in the open space did not have the courage to stop dancing, so they could only pretend to laugh and continue dancing.

But because of extreme fear, the dance steps were out of shape. The musicians next to them also had calf cramps, and the music gradually went out of tune.

The huge lioness was obviously not full, and walked around the field with graceful steps, and picked two more unlucky eggs to swallow abruptly.

But the lion's wisdom is not low, and he didn't eat the beautiful dancers that the kings loved, but only ate two ordinary slaves who were responsible for providing meals.

The other ordinary slaves who had escaped were slightly relieved: the air was shaking! This wicked face-seeking society!

"Look at me, I was negligent, I was negligent, I even forgot to prepare food for Arion's Xu Erminie. However, Xu Ermini's appetite is still so good, hahaha."

The owner here, Aoyu Phomos, was not angry at all even though he was eaten as a slave. In his eyes, these lowly guys might not be as good as the delicious food on the table.

"Hahaha looks good, looks good!"

Seeing the lion's man-eating trick, the kings next to them even hugged the beauty in their arms and laughed loudly. They didn't regard the flesh-and-blood slaves as their own kind at all.

Arion drank the wine in the golden cup in one gulp, looked at his brother and smiled lightly, revealing his true face: "Aoyu Formos, I heard that you have captured a group of magical slaves, let me choose one." How about finding some fun? Don’t worry! I won’t harm you completely.”

Although he knew that if the slave fell into the hands of his brother, he would end up miserable, let alone seeing the sun of tomorrow.

But after getting a good thing, Aoyuformos was about to show off in front of the brothers, so he made a gesture of invitation very generously.

"My general Iamos, take His Majesty Arion to the Colosseum to choose."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

A middle-aged man wearing a bronze armor and a battle skirt stepped forward and clasped his chest hard.

"Then I'll excuse you first, hahaha."

Putting down the wine glass, Arion, who was as handsome and strong as the sun, took the lead and left with all his subordinates and the lioness Hyrmene who was already full.

"Is it the big arena?"

Ai Wen's eyes flashed, and he followed closely.