Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 779 Does it Feel Good?

Over 50 kilometers to the south of Rodu, space warped and twisted as a portly bloodstained figure stumbled out of a spatial rift with his hand over his chest.

A black longsword pierced through the shadows before puncturing Benson’s heart, and the tip of the sword protruded out of his chest before it was slowly withdrawn.

Benson turned around with wide eyes, staring at the black shadow.

…

Within the Holy Spatial Palace, the soul lamp at the very top exploded. The elderly demon looking after the palace looked up with shock and horror in his eyes before exclaiming, “Our patriarch is dead!”

The urgent sound of a horn rang out across the entire territory of the spatial demons. A series of powerful demons hurriedly emerged from their cave abodes before rushing toward the holy palace.

This was the most urgent horn signal in their spatial demon race, and all spatial demons at or above the seventh grade had to travel to the Holy Spatial Place immediately after hearing it. Otherwise, they would be dealt an extremely severe punishment.

The elders of the spatial demon race were huddled together with grave expressions, discussing something among themselves while the normal demons stood in the palace, wondering what was going on.

News of Benson’s death quickly spread among all of the spatial demons gathered in the Holy Spatial Palace. Emotions of grief and horror were contagious, spreading from one demon to the next. Benson’s power was one of the vital factors behind the spatial demon race’s position as one of the three most powerful sub-species of the demon race.

“Our patriarch has been in seclusion this entire time; how has he passed away?” a spatial demon asked with a perplexed expression.

The elderly demon who was looking after the palace replied in a grief-stricken voice, “Our patriarch received some news today, and he immediately traveled to Rodu thereafter. Less than an hour since that time, his soul lamp exploded, which means that he’s already dead. The humans must be behind this!”

“How can mere humans possibly be capable of killing our patriarch? Alex is already dead, so no one in the human race can pose a threat to our patriarch!”

“Exactly! Our patriarch can definitely rank as one of the three most powerful beings of the demon race. He also has his Eye Beast to assist him; if he wants to escape, who can stop him?”

All of the demons were still full of skepticism. This was something that they simply couldn’t accept. Of course, all of them were also fearful for the future of the spatial demon race. Without their patriarch to lead them, they were most likely going to be oppressed by demons from other powerful sub-species.

A slightly older spatial demon stepped forward with a black chunk of metal in his hand as he yelled, “Alex isn’t dead! Prior to our patriarch’s death, he sent a message to me. He says that he encountered Alex in Rodu, and was severely wounded in a battle with him. However, he’d already left Rodu at the time, which means he was killed by someone else on the way back!”

The entire palace instantly fell silent. Everyone was staring at the black chunk of metal in the demon’s hand with horror in their eyes.

“Alex isn’t dead?!”

This news combined with the news of Benson’s death caught them completely off guard.

After a prolonged silence, a demon with a horrified look on his face asked, “Our patriarch is dead, yet Alex is still alive. Is he going to exact revenge on our spatial demon race now?”

Many of the demons were very concerned upon hearing this.

With the spatial demon patriarch dead, who would be able to stand again Alex?

…

“Our patriarch is dead!”

“The third elder’s soul lamp was snuffed out!”

…

The same thing was happening in many demon, orc, and forest troll settlements, sending emotions of grief and terror spreading through all three races.

These events reminded many people of a certain night three days ago, when many powerful beings among their three races had also been slain by Alex.

However, on this occasion, no one knew exactly what had happened in Rodu, so they didn’t know just who had killed all of these 10th-tier powerful beings.

…

On the largest central island of the Demon Islands, there was a massive inky-black palace.

At the summit of the palace stood two black figures, one thin and one rather portly. They were standing around two meters away from each other, and both of them were looking in Rodu’s direction.

“Benson’s dead.” The fat demon broke the silence first.

“I didn’t think that Alex would still be alive.” The thin demon’s voice was tinged with a hint of fury.

“Three years ago, our demon race sacrificed four 10th-tier powerful beings to kill him. On this occasion, we’ve lost two more 10th-tier warriors during this attempt to kill Irina, and even Benson is dead. Almost a third of all of the powerful beings in our demon race have perished for nothing!” The fat demon clenched his fists with an enraged expression.

The thin demon quickly composed himself as he said, “Our three races have lost so many powerful beings, yet the human race hasn’t suffered any losses. Could it be that Josh and Alex teamed up to swindle all of us three years ago? Perhaps the two of them joined forces to kill all of the 10th-tier beings deployed by our three races, then spread a false tale of Alex’s death? Also, the human race now has more 10th-tier powerful beings that any of our three races. If they forge an alliance with the elves and the dwarves, our three-race coalition may not be able to beat them!”

“Those sly humans!” The fat demon gritted his teeth before asking, “What should we do now?”

“Andre really is a sly old fox. During the past few decades while he’s been in power, the human race has steadily grown more and more powerful. However, his two sons are still very young, and they’re certainly nowhere near as sly or intelligent as Andre himself.” A cold smile appeared on the thin demon’s face as he said, “Humans have limited lifespan, and Andre will die eventually. The day he dies is the day we declare war on the human race.”

“Then what do we do about the peace treaty in three months?” the fat demon asked with furrowed brows.

“Sign it for now. Give them what they want; it’ll all be ours eventually anyway.”

…

Lying in Irina’s warm embrace, Mag opened his eyes in a slightly awkward manner. He was greeted by the sight of a pair of towering soft mountains, beyond which was Irina’s slightly angry, yet still exquisitely beautiful face. He tried to support himself to his feet with his hands, only for them to press against a patch of smooth and delicate skin.

Mag’s heart jolted in response, and he almost fell off the griffin’s back at the sight of the meaningful expression on Irina’s face.

He hurriedly sat up before withdrawing his hands from Irina’s calf. He didn’t dare to look into Irina’s eyes, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

“Did it feel good?” Irina asked with an amused smile.

“Well…” Mag suddenly calmed down at the sight of Irina’s amused smile. He was a man who had seen countless beauties; how could he back down in the face of a woman? With that in mind, he nodded with a smile, and replied, “It sure did. Your skin is very soft and smooth, yet fine and supple.”

“Then how about here?” Irina picked up Mag’s hand and dragged it toward her chest.