Game of the World Tree

A thunderous roar resounded in the palace, and the roaring flames turned the hall into a sea of ​​fire.

Players keep walking around the huge and bulky demon god Azazel.

Gorgeous magic and gorgeous sword skills fell on him, causing him to roar continuously.

Azazel wielded his flaming sword, swatting the palace like a fly, chasing the slippery players.

The battle intensified.

Azazel is worthy of being the seventh demon god.

Even if it is limited to such an extent, there is still no player who dares to confront him head-on.

Even if the players changed their strategies and started guerrilla warfare, there were still new players who were seriously injured by Azazel's counterattack.

One after another.

In a state of rage, even the aftermath of Azazel's attack was enough to destroy everything.

No one can afford it except those tank fighters.

However, although the players were cut down and exited by him one by one like swatting flies and cutting watermelons... but Azazel's mood did not improve at all.

No one died.

None of these goddamn guys died!

Whenever He was about to kill the opponent, the opponent would pray without hesitation, and then teleport away.

The guy who sealed him teleported very fast and didn't give him a chance to make up his sword at all.

This feeling of punching the cotton made Azazel feel extremely uncomfortable.

And although as the battle went on, fewer and fewer players persisted in fighting in the palace, Azazel also found that these damn long ears were becoming more and more cunning and harder to catch.

Not only that, but his power is constantly being consumed by the opponent's attack...

Azazel can clearly perceive that his power is constantly declining, his speed is getting slower and slower, and the attacks he exerts are getting weaker and weaker.

This discovery made him even more angry and frightened.

Because Azazel understands that once his power is exhausted, the seal will be strengthened again, and he will definitely fall asleep again.

Although he didn't know when the next awakening would be, this feeling of being out of control, this feeling of being manipulated, made him feel extremely humiliated and uncomfortable.

This even made him more angry than directly throwing him into a deep sleep and then sealing him to death.

And at this time, he finally realized clearly that with the power of these long ears, he could really seal him!

Do not……

Not by the power of spirits.

When another player escaped from Azazel's sword and teleported out... He finally figured out everything.

"Uktrahir! You take me as a whetstone for these ants!"

"You actually regarded me as the source of your strength!"

He roared angrily in his heart.

Yes.

Since the other party has the power to seal him directly, why not make the seal so perfect, and need the elves to come to reinforce it?

Since the reinforcement of the elves is needed, why limit his abilities to only a line higher than the opponent?

Not to mention, that every time the transmission is just right!

Although these elves prayed fast, as a noble true God, you believers have an attitude of answering every request, and it is too shameless?

By this time, Azazel finally understood everything.

He has become a tool for the Mother of Gods, a tool for His to hone his loved ones and restore his strength!

However, even if he understood this fact, He couldn't do anything...

He has been sealed, and everything is controlled by the other party.

Now, He has become the other party's marionette!

Thinking of this, Azazel's expression became even more ugly.

However, even thinking about everything clearly, Azazel could not dictate the development of the battle.

Everything was predestined from the start.

Or, He was sealed again by these long ears.

Or, the long ears were badly wounded by him one by one, and then they teleported away.

And Azazel can almost guess that even if all these elves fail, I am afraid there will be another wave coming soon...

until he was sealed again.

His end was doomed from the beginning.

"Uktrahir!"

Azazel roared angrily in his heart.

However, being imprisoned in language ability and imprisoned in spiritual power, all his roars and abuses cannot be passed on.

The battle continues.

The number of players is getting smaller and smaller, and Azazel's power is getting weaker and weaker.

Finally, when only three of the twenty-five players who participated in the battle were left with bruised and bruised bodies, the Demon God Azazel finally reached his limit...

With a loud bang, his body was submerged in a colorful light.

That is the power of the seal.

Azazel's power has been consumed to a critical point, and the seal that has been set up has been strengthened again, pulling him back to the high platform in the depths of the magic palace, and turning him into a statue again.

it is finally over……

I don't know why, but at this moment, a thought flashed through Azazel's mind.

The seal re-wrapped Him.

But at the last moment of being wrapped, the familiar voice sounded again in the hall:

"Damn! I will definitely be back!"

Of course, this time, the tone changed from arrogant to exasperated.

Azazel:  …

"Uktrahir!"

He roared in his heart and was resealed...

The flames in the palace slowly went out.

In the hall, there were only three players who collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

"It's over... it's over..."

The Transformers grinned while panting while looking at the demon god who had been transformed into a statue again.

"Hahaha! We won! We won!"

The other two surviving players also laughed excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, the dim palace was illuminated by a soft light, and new system information also appeared in the vision of the three players——

【Ding--】

[Congratulations to the player for transforming Ji Gang, the attacking leg hair, who refused to accept you and beat me successfully cleared the Devil's Labyrinth, becoming the first player to defeat the Devil's Azazel. 】

[Quest Objective: Defeat the Demon God Azazel (Complete)]

[Task evaluation: Barely qualified]

[According to the contribution, all players participating in the battle will get corresponding experience points, and the experience gain of players who leave the battle will be reduced by 50%...]

【Ding--】

[Start generating drop rewards...]

Along with the wonderful sound of the system, a splendid light began to condense under the high platform of the palace.

award! It's a drop reward!

The three players were refreshed and overjoyed.

They dragged their tired bodies to the high platform.

The light slowly dissipated, and in front of them, three more familiar boxes appeared.

That's three lucky chests.

The three players were stunned.

That's it?