Game of the World Tree - Chapter 415

Chapter 413: The Angry Devil

The angry voice rang in the ears, like thunder, shaking people’s whole body.

All the players who entered the palace were startled.

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

The players found that they had come to a huge palace.

The palace was brightly lit, with a rough style, and hideous stone carvings everywhere. There were two rows of huge stone pillars at least 20 to 30 meters high on the left and right sides.

The stone pillars extended to the deepest part of the palace, which was also the highest place in the entire hall. The steps gradually went up and converged on a high platform.

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

The statue was more than 20 meters high, with a sheep-like human body, and was covered with majestic armor, like a king dominating the world.

“The sound just now came from that statue?”

A player rubbed his pointed ears that were numb from the loud noise, and looked at the statue in the deepest part in surprise.

“Hmm? This… isn’t it the appearance of the demon god during the underground world war?”

Soon, someone recognized the identity of the statue.

“Yes, it’s our target, the demon god Azazel!”

Transformer Ji Gang was excited and said.

At the same time, the statue changed.

The originally black statue suddenly began to be stained with blood-red lines, emitting a strange light.

The lines continued to spread on the statue, soon covering the whole body, and finally, accompanied by crackling sounds, it turned into a ball of flames.

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

The black color continued to fade, and the originally silent statue gradually became more and more vivid.

In the eyes of the players who were either nervous, expectant, excited, or nervous, the statue opened its eyes.

No.

At this time, it was no longer a statue.

He had turned into the seventh demon god Azazel.

“He is alive! Hurry, get ready for battle!”

Seeing the demon god wake up, Transformer Ji Gang’s expression became serious, raised his bow and shouted.

After hearing the order from their guild leader, the players drew their weapons and entered combat mode.

Hunters began to wander and lurk, and archers began to draw their bows and prepare for battle.

Druids and mages chanted spells and cast buff magic on their teammates.

The tank warrior strengthened his defensive skills one after another and stood at the front of the team.

Fighting in the wild again and again has long allowed the players to develop certain combat habits. Although the number of players in the pioneering group is slightly larger at this moment, everyone’s cooperation is still orderly.

At the same time, 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!]

[Combat mission: “Seal the Demon God” is enabled!]

[Mission description: The demon god Azazel sensed the approach of the living beings and woke up from his slumber…]

[In order to prevent him from getting rid of the seal and causing trouble in the world, we must defeat him here and seal him back!]

[Mission objective: Defeat the demon god Azazel! 】

The final mission is here!

The players’ eyes lit up.

And then, as if in response, the torches around the palace suddenly burned with more intense flames, illuminating the entire hall.

At this moment, the tall demon in the front seemed even more domineering and intimidating under the light of the fire.

The players looked at Azazel.

Azazel also looked at the players.

On the hideous face of the sheep beast, a cold light flashed in the red eyes.

At the same time, the players clearly saw that a long red strip appeared on the top of Azazel’s head.

That is… the blood tank!

New background music suddenly sounded, passionate and rhythmic.

This music seems to have a strange magic, which makes people feel their blood boiling and their fighting spirit surge. It seems that they will step into the fierce battlefield in the next second and become the hero who saves the world.

The players felt the surge of adrenaline almost instantly.

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

At this moment, they felt as if they had turned into Popeye who had eaten spinach, and seemed to be able to crush the whole world easily.

Transformer Ji Gang panted and looked at the demon in front of him excitedly.

At this moment, only the high fighting spirit was left in his heart.

He aimed at the demon, bent his bow and shot, and shouted at the same time:

“Brothers and sisters! Go!”

“Kill!”

“Kill him!”

At the command, the players screamed and rushed towards the demon.

…

“Is this the existence sent by Yggdrasil to reinforce the seal?”

Looking at the ant rushing towards him, Azazel was angry.

Humiliation.

This is absolutely n*ked humiliation!

Ten elves who have just reached silver, and fifteen rookies who are not even silver?

He is the king of hell, the seventh demon, and he only sent such garbage to defeat him?

Is this looking down on him, Azazel? !

Azazel sneered repeatedly.

He opened his mouth to speak, wanting to yell a few words, but was shocked to find that he could not say anything except snorting or roaring…

It was a seal!

His heart sank.

However, at the same time, a familiar voice rang out in the hall again.

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

“Tremble! Die!”

The voice was huge and vicissitudes, and carried a hint of pride.

However, to the ears of this demon god, he was confused.

Azazel: ? ? ?

This… is not what I said!

He opened his mouth, but soon remembered a sentence left by the damned ancient god when he left:

“You only need three lines.”

Azazel: …

It’s Yggdrasil!

It’s that bastard!

How dare he play tricks on me like this!

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

Azazel was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

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

No matter what, those who offend the wrathful true god must pay the price!

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

The players’ faces changed.

The tank warrior in the front looked solemn.

He let out a long roar, cast the two skills [Unyielding] and [Guardian], and raised his sword to resist.

At the same time, all kinds of protective magic from the druids and mages fell on him.

Azazel’s flaming giant sword instantly hit the warrior player’s sword.

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 became even uglier.

At this time, he realized that his power was actually confined to the middle of the silver level.

“Yoktrasil!”

He roared angrily in his heart.

(End of this chapter)