The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

He sighed deeply. He had done enough, and the king had regained his fighting spirit.

The difference between friend and foe was clear. To survive so many moves against a legend without getting hurt was already quite an achievement.

No one will point fingers.

We can stop here...

But what's with this feeling of resentment?

Sure enough, she got carried away under the gaze of others and didn't want to accept this ending.

Spending so much time with Ariana has made me start to become more willful.

I don't want to lose.

I don't want to feel so powerless.

"In the end, it still has to be like this. With so many people watching, I get shy too."

As he banished the thoughts from his mind, Ning Feng's body underwent a transformation in an instant!

[Demonization]

call……

Inhart remained unmoved by the changes, steadily stepped forward, and said in a deep voice:

"Even if you turn into a monster, nothing will change..."

Ning Feng's red eyes, now transformed into those of a vertical child, stared emotionlessly at the king, and then in the next instant, the distance between them instantly shrank!

Whoosh!

Reinhardt: !

The raised greatsword was stepped on by the charging figure.

Standing on the broad blade, Ning Feng lowered his head and said:

"monster?"

"Even now, do you still think you're giving me this opportunity out of charity?"

Ning Feng's teeth became even sharper than before, gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Bending down, Ning Feng gently blew a breath of sulfurous air into Ennheit's eyes, and smiled brightly:

"King of Heroes".

"You're really arrogant!"

Chapter 223 The Banquet

"This isn't right, is it?"

The red-haired legend broke the silence first, giving Anthony, whose condition was clearly off in the light screen, a strange look before turning back to Keynes:

"Keynes, can't you always just say half of what you mean?"

"You need to give an explanation as to why your grandson-in-law would become like this."

Anthony looked dazed and confused, his eyes were bloodshot, and he walked unsteadily, looking more like a ghost than a living person.

To know.

This isn't an ordinary person who's on drugs or has a hangover; this is a genuine awakened individual.

Moreover, he was an outstanding fourth-tier arcane knight with excellent equipment.

Arcane Knights possess some spellcasting ability and moderate to above-average melee combat skills.

Simply put, this is the kind of freakish being who can wear plate armor and still cast spells.

In addition, equipment is an important factor affecting Arcane Knights.

For them, who are skilled in using a variety of equipment, the more they prepare, the stronger they become.

As the heir to a large family, Red-Haired Legend did not believe that Anthony was not wearing the corresponding equipment and items.

You're kidding me!

You nobles are all utterly black-hearted; I'd rather believe pigs can fly than believe you!

Even Anthony, who was fully armed to this extent, couldn't escape, so there's no reason why others could remain unaffected.

That's weird!

“I think other people seem to have the same problem.”

The aged nobleman surveyed his surroundings with an air of mystery, and Keynes took in the reactions of every legendary figure.

Keynes' hands, though aged, were well-maintained, and gold coins nimbly flipped across his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles.

He fiddled with the gold coin and explained softly:

"Before I tell you the real truth, I would like to tell you a story."

"Gentlemen, please look over there."

He pointed to the other side of the table, and the legends followed his finger to see the extravagant cake that had just been served.

The enormous cake, nearly half a person's height, was covered with all sorts of rare fruits and precious ingredients, and even had a layer of edible rare magical materials on top.

Hanging above the cake is a giant sundial made entirely of white chocolate, with melting liquid dripping from it, making the cake even more tempting.

It's so luxurious that it feels unnecessary. The abundant materials and sheer quantity exude the extravagance of the nobility, and just looking at it makes you feel a bit oppressed.

Keynes got up, leaned on his cane, and slowly walked to the cake. After catching his breath, he picked up the cake knife and gestured over it.

"It's not difficult for all of us to finish this cake. We just need to divide it among ourselves, and it will be easy to solve."

"Even if everyone has leftovers after they've eaten their fill, it's not a problem. As honored guests, you won't mind."

The aged nobleman slowly straightened his back, looked at the various expressions on the faces of the legends before him, and said softly:

"But what if we have to finish it?"

Ok?

Suddenly energized, Red-Haired Legend patted his stomach, looked at the cake, and blinked.

That's all?

Is this difficult?

I can finish it all by myself!

let me……

Just as Shanks was about to say that, his friend grabbed him.

Shut up, don't say anything!

The blue-eyed legend glared at him, and if there weren't so many people around, he would have loved to punch him twice.

You can shut up now!

Please, please stop embarrassing yourself.

If you continue like this, I will never appear with you again.

That's so damn embarrassing...

Whether or not they noticed the little incident over there, Keynes casually gestured with the cake knife in his hand.

"Imagine this: there is a magical banquet where, if you satisfy the host, you might be able to have a wish granted."

After a pause, Keynes emphasized:

"Any wish."

"Those who came by invitation were a group of guests with different purposes, all of whom wanted to win the favor of the host of the banquet through various means."

"The host of the banquet was actually very easy to deal with; he had some well-known quirks."

“Any act of leaving food uneaten will be seen as disrespectful to him, and this anger will be directed at everyone present.”

"On the other hand, as long as all the food is eaten, it will greatly satisfy him."

Turning his head slightly, the swordsman, who had been holding the same pose like a stone statue, turned his gaze to Keynes, who was slowly telling his story, as if he had already understood what the other meant.

Ha ha.

"Now that the method is clear, all that's left is to work hard."

“Those who need his help will definitely try their best to finish the food, no matter what means they use, whether they like it or not.”

The gold coins were moving faster and faster, leaving afterimages in Keynes' hands!

"In this process, people kept leaving for various reasons, and they did not achieve the goals that were originally theirs."

"They failed and handed over their share to others."

"The total amount of food remains constant. The host of the banquet doesn't care who eats how much or who eats it. As long as it's all eaten in the end, it's a perfect ending."

"As long as there is even a sliver of space in their stomachs, they will force themselves to swallow, even if it will cause them great pain, but none of them will give up for the final reward."

“Even delicious food becomes unpleasant after being eaten this way, but the host of the banquet didn’t care.”

A playful smirk played on the old man's lips as he sighed:

"He never cared."

Ha ha.

"He would silently watch everything unfold, and might even clap softly in approval of their actions."

"And finally, if they do meet their requirements, he doesn't mind granting them some of their reasonable requests as a form of charity."

"And if you fail, you will be punished... although the act of eating itself is the punishment."

Even though it was just a story being told, a chill crept into the atmosphere on the deck.

It was just a metaphor, but what Keynes said revealed a kind of truth and cruelty.

The tragic situation implied by this seems to be vividly present before their eyes.