Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

The angry voice echoed in their ears, like thunder, making everyone tremble.

All the players who entered the palace gate were startled.

Then, accompanied by the sound of torches being lit in succession, the deep darkness was suddenly illuminated by blazing fires.

The players found themselves in a massive palace.

The palace was brightly lit and had a rugged style, with grim stone carvings everywhere and two rows of immense stone pillars at least twenty or thirty meters high on each side.

The stone pillars extended to the deepest part of the palace, which was also the highest point of the grand hall. There, steps rose gradually, converging on a high platform.

And on the high platform stood a black statue of a demon.

The statue was over twenty meters tall, with a goat-beastman body, clad in majestic armor, as if it were a sovereign ruling the world.

"Did that voice just come from the statue?"

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

"Hmm? Isn't this... the form of that demon god during the Underworld War?"

Soon, someone recognized the identity of the statue.

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

Transforming Ji Gang revived his spirits and said excitedly.

At the same moment, the statue changed.

They saw the originally black statue suddenly begin to染上了一道道血红色的纹路, emitting an eerie glow.

The patterns continued to spread over the statue, quickly covering its entire body and finally turning into flames with crackling sounds.

The flames completely enveloped the demon statue, and at the same time, a chilling aura suddenly emanated from the statue.

The black gradually faded away, and the once dormant statue became increasingly vivid.

*With anticipation, excitement, and tension*, the players watched as the statue opened its eyes.

No.

At this moment, it was no longer a statue.

She had transformed into the Seventh Demon God Azazel.

"She's alive! Quick, prepare for battle!"

Seeing the demon god awaken, Transforming Ji Gang straightened, raised his bow, and shouted.

Hearing their guild leader's command, the players drew their weapons and entered combat mode.

The Hunters began to roam and lurk, and the Archers drew their bows in preparation for battle.

Druids and Mages chanted spells, casting numerous enchantments on their teammates.

The Shield Warriors fortified themselves with defensive skills, standing at the forefront of the team.

After countless fights in the wild, the players had developed certain combat habits, and despite the slight crowding of the raid group at this moment, their coordination remained orderly.

At the same time, new system information appeared in the players' fields of vision:

[Ding—]

[WARNING! WARNING!]

[Seventh Demon God Azazel awakening!]

[Seventh Demon God Azazel awakening!]

[Combat Mission: "Seal the Demon God" Activated!]

[Mission Description: Demon God Azazel perceived the beings' approach and awakened from her slumber...]

[To prevent her from breaking the seal and wreaking havoc in the world, we must defeat her here and return her to the seal!]

[Mission Objective: Defeat Demon God Azazel!]

The ultimate mission arrived!

The players' eyes lit up.

Immediately afterward, as if in response, the torches around the palace burned even more intensely, casting alternations of light and shadow across the grand hall.

At that moment, the towering demon god at the forefront seemed even more imposing and intimidating in the firelight.

The players looked at Azazel.

Azazel looked back at the players.

On her fierce goat-beast's great face, scarlet eyes flashed with a cold glint.

At the same time, the players clearly saw a red bar appear above Azazel's head.

That was... a health bar!

New background music suddenly played, full of rhythm and passion.

This music seemed to have a strange magic, making listeners' blood boil with battle lust, as if any second they would step onto a fierce battlefield and become heroes saving the world.

The players almost instantaneously felt a surge of adrenaline.

Their breathing became heavier, and hints of red tinted their eyes.

At this moment, they felt as if they had transformed into spinach-eating supermen, capable of crushing the entire world with ease.

Transforming Ji Gang breathed heavily, looking excitedly at the demon god in front of him.

At this moment, his heart brimmed with unyielding fighting spirit.

He aimed at the demon god, shot an arrow, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Brothers and sisters! Charge!"

"Attack!"

"Take her down!"

At the command, the players charged toward the demon god, yelling fiercely.

...

"Is this what Yggdrasil sent to reinforce the seal?"

Watching the ants charging toward her, Azazel's mind filled with anger.

Humiliation.

This was sheer humiliation!

Ten just-reached-silver elves and fifteen not even silver novices?

She, the dignified Hell King and Seventh Demon God, was to be defeated by such trash?

Was this an insult to her, Azazel?!

Azazel sneered continuously.

She opened her mouth to speak, wanting to curse, but was shocked to find that besides a sneer or a roar, she couldn't utter a single word...

It was the seal!

Her heart sank.

Yet, at the same moment, a voice familiar to Azazel rang out again in the hall.

That voice, echoing her tone:

"Tremble! Meet your doom!"

The voice boomed anciently, alongside an air of arrogance.

But in the ears of the demon god, it left her utterly stupefied.

Azazel: ???

This... wasn't me!

She opened her mouth, but soon remembered a phrase left by that damned ancient god before leaving:

"Three lines are enough for you."

Azazel: ...

It was Yggdrasil!

It was that bastard!

He dared to toy with her like this!

Once she got free, she would definitely not let him off!

Azazel trembled all over with anger.

She glared fiercely at the elves charging toward her, her expression dark.

No matter what, those who offended the anger of the True God must pay the price!

With a furious roar, she summoned her Flame Giant Sword and slashed at them.

The players' expressions changed suddenly.

The tank warrior at the front steeled himself.

He let out a long cry, activated [Unyielding] and [Guarding], and raised his sword to block.

At the same time, various protection spells from the Druids and Mages landed on him.

Azazel's Flame Giant Sword struck the warrior player's greatsword in an instant.

With a deafening crash, a violent energy ripple spread out.

The warrior player spat blood wildly, seriously injured in an instant, and the ground beneath him cracked...

However, Azazel's face grew even uglier.

At this moment, she realized her power had been restrained to around mid-silver level.

"Yggdrasil!"

*She roared inwardly with repressed anger.*