Game of the World Tree Chapter 412: Angry Demon

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The angry voice rang in the ears, like thunder, making people tremble all over.

All players who entered the palace gate were shocked.

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

The players found that they came to a huge palace.

The palace is brightly lit and has a rough style. There are ferocious stone carvings everywhere. There are two rows of huge stone pillars at least twenty or thirty 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 go up and converge on a high platform.

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

The statue is more than twenty meters tall, with the body of a sheep or beast, and is covered in majestic armor, like a king who rules the world.

"The sound just now came from that statue?"

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

"Huh? Isn't this... what the demon **** looked like during the war in the underground world?"

Soon, someone recognized the identity of the statue.

"Yes, that's our target, Demon God Azazel!"

Transfiguration Ji Gang was refreshed and said excitedly.

At the same moment, the statue changed.

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

The lines continued to spread on the statue, soon covering the whole body, and finally turned into **** of flames with a crackling sound.

The flames completely enveloped the demon statue, and at the same time, a heart-stopping aura suddenly came out from the statue.

The black color continues to fade, and the originally silent statue gradually becomes more and more active.

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

No.

At this time, it is no longer a statue.

He has transformed into the seventh demon **** Azazel.

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

Seeing the demon **** awakening, Transformed Ji Gang looked solemn, raised his bow and shouted.

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

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

The druids and mages chanted spells and cast spells on their teammates.

The meat shield warriors have strengthened themselves with defensive skills one after another and stood at the front of the team.

Fighting in the wild again and again has allowed players to 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 **** Azazel awakens!]

[The seventh demon **** Azazel awakens!]

[Combat mission: "Seal the Demon God" starts!]

[Task description: The demon **** Azazel sensed the approach of the living beings and woke up from his deep sleep...]

[In order to prevent him from breaking out of the seal and causing trouble in the world, we must defeat him here and let him return to the seal! 】

[Mission goal: Defeat the Demon God Azazel! 】

The final mission is here!

The players’ eyes lit up one after another.

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

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

The players looked at Azazel.

Azazel also looked at the player.

A cold light flashed across the red eyes of the ferocious sheep beast.

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

That's... a blood tank!

New background music suddenly sounded, passionate and rhythmic.

This music seems to have a strange magic power. After listening to it, people can't help but feel their blood boiling and their fighting spirit rising. It seems that they will embark on a fierce battlefield in the next second and become a hero who saves the world.

Players feel the rush of adrenaline almost instantly.

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

At this moment, they felt as if they had become Popeye who ate spinach, and seemed to be able to crush the whole world with ease.

Transformer gasped and looked excitedly at the demon in front of her.

At this moment, all he had left in his heart was high morale.

I saw him aiming at the Demon God, bending his bow and shooting, and at the same time shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Brothers and sisters! Come on!"

"Kill!"

"Did him!"

At the command, the players roared and rushed towards the Demon God.

……

"Is this the being sent by Yggdrasil to strengthen the seal?"

Looking at the ants rushing towards him, Azazel felt angry.

Humiliation.

This is absolutely a naked humiliation!

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

He, the majestic King of Hell, the Seventh Demon God, actually wants to defeat Him by sending only such rubbish?

Is this looking down on Him, Azazel? !

Azazel sneered again and again.

He opened his mouth to speak, wanting to yell or curse, but was surprised to find that he could not say anything except snorting or roaring...

It's a seal!

His heart sank.

However, at the same moment, a familiar voice to Azazel sounded in the hall again.

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

"Tremble! Die!"

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

However, hearing this in the ears of this demon **** made him look confused.

Azazel:? ? ?

This... is not what I said!

He opened his mouth, but soon remembered the words left by that **** ancient **** when he left:

"Three lines are enough for you."

Azazel:......

It's Yggdrasil!

It's Him, that bastard!

How dare he play with himself like this!

When I get out, I won’t let Him go!

Azazel was shaking with anger.

He glared viciously at the elves charging towards him, with a gloomy expression.

No matter what, those who offend True God Nu must pay the price!

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

The expressions of the players changed.

The tank warrior at the front looked solemn.

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

At the same time, various protective magic spells from druids and mages fell on him one after another.

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

Along with the loud noise, violent energy fluctuations spread out.

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

However, Azazel's expression turned even uglier.

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

"Yuktrashil!"

He roared angrily in his heart.