Game of the World Tree

An angry voice resounded in his ears, like thunder, making his whole body tremble.

All the players who entered the palace gate were taken aback.

Then, with the sound of a series of torches being lit, the deep darkness was suddenly lit up by rounds of fire.

The players found that they came to a huge palace.

The palace is brightly lit and rough in style, with ferocious stone carvings everywhere, and two rows of huge stone pillars at least 20 to 30 meters high on the left and right sides.

The stone pillars extend to the deepest part of the palace, which is also the highest place in the entire hall. The steps gradually rise up and converge on a high platform.

On the high platform, there is a black demon statue.

The statue is more than 20 meters high, and it is a sheep or a beast.

"The sound just now came from that statue?"

A player rubbed his pointed ears, which were a little numb from the loud noise, and looked at the deepest statue in amazement.

"Huh? This...isn't that what the Demon God looked like during the underground world war?"

Soon, someone recognized the identity of the statue.

"That's right, it's our target, the Demon God Azazel!"

The Transforming Girl just got refreshed and said excitedly.

And at the same moment, the statue changed.

I saw that the originally black statue suddenly began to be stained with blood-red lines, exuding a strange light.

The pattern continued to spread on the statue, quickly covering the whole body, and finally turned into a group of flames with a crackling sound.

The flames completely wrapped the demon statue, and at the same time, a palpitating breath suddenly came out from the statue.

The blackness continued to fade, and the originally silent statue gradually became more and more active.

The statue opened its eyes in the eyes of the players who were either apprehensive, anticipating, excited, or nervous.

Do not.

At this time, it is no longer a statue.

He has transformed into the seventh demon god Azazel.

"He is alive! Quick, prepare to fight!"

Seeing the Demon God wake up, Transforming Ji Gang raised his bow and shouted with a solemn expression.

After hearing the order of their own guild leader, the players pulled out their weapons one after another and entered a state of battle.

The hunter began to wander and lurk, and the archer began to draw the bow to prepare for battle.

Druids and mages chanted incantations and applied buffs to their teammates.

The meat shield warriors strengthened one defense after another for themselves and stood at the forefront of the team.

Fighting in the field time and time again has made the players develop certain fighting habits. At this moment, although the number of people in the wasteland reclamation group is slightly larger, everyone's cooperation is still orderly.

At the same moment, new system information appeared in the players' field of vision:

【Ding--】

【waring! waring!】

【The Seventh Demon God Azazel Awakens!】

【The Seventh Demon God Azazel Awakens!】

[Battle Mission: "Seal the Demon God" is open! 】

[Mission description: Demon God Azazel sensed the approach of a living being and woke up from his slumber...]

[In order to prevent him from getting rid of the seal and causing chaos in the world, we must defeat him here and let him return to the seal! 】

[Quest goal: Defeat the Demon God Azazel! 】

The final mission is here!

The players were stunned.

Then, like a response, the torches around the palace suddenly ignited with even more intense flames, illuminating the entire hall in flickering light.

At this moment, the tall demon god in the front seemed to be more domineering and deterrent under the reflection of the fire.

The players looked at Azazel.

Azazel also looked at the player.

The scarlet eyes flashed a cold light on the ferocious face of the sheep and beast.

At the same moment, the players clearly saw that a line of red strips appeared above Azazel's head.

That's... a blood tank!

The new background music suddenly sounded, full of passion and rhythm.

This music seems to have a strange magic power, which makes people's blood boil and the fighting spirit surges up when they listen to it.

Players felt the adrenaline rush almost instantly.

Their breathing gradually became heavier, and their eyes were stained with a hint of red.

At this moment, they feel as if they have become Popeyes who ate spinach, and they seem to be able to easily crush the whole world.

The Transformers just panted heavily and looked at the Demon God in front of her excitedly.

At this moment, there is only high fighting spirit left in his heart.

I saw him aiming at the Demon God, bowing his bow and shouting at the same time:

"Brothers and sisters! Go!"

"Kill!"

"Did him!"

With an order, the players screamed and rushed towards the Demon God.

...

"Is this the existence that Uktrahir sent to reinforce the seal?"

Seeing the ants rushing towards him, Azazel was angry in his heart.

humiliation.

This is absolutely *naked* humiliation!

Ten elves who just arrived at Silver, and fifteen rookies who are not even Silver?

His dignified king of hell, the seventh devil, actually wanted to defeat him with only so much rubbish?

Is this looking down on His Azazel? !

Azazel sneered again and again.

He opened his mouth to speak, and wanted to scold him, but he was stunned to find that he couldn't say anything other than snorting or roaring...

It's a seal!

His heart sank.

However, at the same moment, Azazel's familiar voice sounded again in the hall.

That voice was exactly the same as Azazel's tone:

"Tremble! Die!"

The voice is vast and vicissitudes, but also with a hint of pride.

However, listening to the devil's ears made him bewildered.

Azazel: ? ? ?

This is... not what I said!

He opened his mouth, but soon remembered the words that the goddamn ancient god left behind when he left:

"Three lines of your lines are enough."

Azazel:  …

It's Uktrahill!

It's his bastard!

How dare he play tricks on himself like this!

When you get out, you will definitely not let him go!

Azazel trembled with anger.

He glared fiercely at the elves who were rushing towards him, his expression gloomy.

In any case, those who offend True God must pay the price!

He roared angrily, summoned his own flaming giant sword, and slashed at them.

The players' faces changed.

The tank soldiers at the forefront looked solemn.

With a long whistle, he used the skills [Unyielding] and [Guardian], and raised his sword to resist.

At the same time, various protective magics of Druids and mages fell on him one after another.

Azazel's flaming greatsword instantly hit the warrior player's greatsword.

With a loud bang, violent energy fluctuations scattered.

The warrior player vomited blood and was seriously injured in an instant, and cracks appeared on the ground under his feet...

However, Azazel's face was even more ugly.

At this time, he discovered that his power was actually imprisoned to around the middle of silver.

"Uktrahir!"

He roared angrily in his heart.