Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

"No wonder they call it the legendary Demon God, even with its power sealed to the silver level, it can still exhibit such strength!"

In the Divine Country of the World Tree, Eve, who was observing the battle, sighed slightly.

She sat high on her throne, one long leg crossed over the other, holding a bag of popcorn in her left hand, occasionally popping a few kernels into her mouth. With her right hand, she occasionally lifted a drink manifested by Divine Power, sipping it contentedly.

In front of her was a giant screen formed by Divine Power.

On it was the scene of Trahir's adventurer team battling the Seventh Demon God Azazel.

And at this very moment, Azazel, who had become the "movie" protagonist, was in a frenzy.

She felt that she was being mocked and toyed with.

Her mythical powers had been sealed, her mental Magic that could lead creatures to corruption had also been sealed...

Even her most basic transformation abilities and intimidating powers were sealed!

At this moment, the mighty Seventh Demon God could only wield a Flame Giant Sword and fight like the most powerless warrior!

*Frustration...*

*Such frustration!*

However, that was not what she found the hardest to accept.

What Azazel found most unbearable was the attitude of these elves.

When she manifested her formidable power, not only were these elves unafraid, but they became more excited and animated.

Their glances made Azazel feel both incredulous and furious.

Excited and curious, greedy and expectant.

That kind of gaze... was the same one used for prey and toys!

Did they actually see the great Demon God as prey and a toy?!

Who did they think they were?!

Yggdrasil could be an exception.

But did these damned ants dare to trample over her?!

They must pay the price!

Still, despite her inner rage and her power being limited to the silver level, Azazel did not take these humble ants seriously...

As an ancient mythical existence, as a master of laws, even with restricted power, she possessed vision and skill far beyond other beings.

To her, these laughable, greedy, and arrogant elves were just like clowns from the Human World.

Azazel roared again and continued to attack the elves.

The two sides fully engaged in battle.

Flames shot out fiercely, and light radiated everywhere.

Each of Azazel's attacks brought a violent Magic Power storm.

In an instant, lava and flames enveloped the entire Demon Palace.

Amidst cries of "Damn" and "Screams," one player after another was easily knocked back by her.

No one could withstand the power of the Demon God Azazel head-on.

By the time players realized this, a total of five were already severely injured.

Those were the players who directly endured the Demon God's attacks.

They lay on the ground, barely alive, with pieces of mosaic and pools of crimson blood scattered everywhere.

If not for the defensive and healing Magic that fell on the target of each of Azazel's attacks every time she struck, these players would have long returned to the World Tree.

"Hm, weak beings."

Watching the elves she had easily defeated, Azazel sneered coldly in her mind.

She swung her weapon again, aiming it at the fallen players...

Trahir's face changed,

"Stop holding on! You guys, quickly shout the Goddess's name and return to the city!"

Shout the Goddess's name to return to the city?

Hearing the elf's words, Azazel was momentarily stunned.

However, her hands did not pause.

The Flame Giant Sword cleaved down, carrying terrifying energy waves, directly targeting the injured players.

With a thunderous boom, the giant sword struck the ground, creating a crater more than ten meters wide.

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

Seeing such terrifying power, the remaining elves turned pale, unable to refrain from swearing.

Yet Azazel's expression darkened.

She had not hit those elves.

Just as she was about to tear those ants apart, a fluctuation of spatial power appeared around them, teleporting them away.

The familiar aura of that spatial fluctuation made Azazel grit her teeth in hatred.

It was Yggdrasil!

Yggdrasil again!

The ancient God who had sealed her in this place had saved those ants just when she was about to kill them!

"Yggdrasil!"

Azazel roared furiously in her heart.

Meanwhile, the players reenergized.

"The attack power is high, but not fast! Everyone, kite around and look for her weaknesses!"

Trahir said loudly.

And after speaking, he added,

"Also, once you're critically injured and in danger, immediately return to the city! Avoid death as much as possible!"

"Got it!"

The other players nodded.

Soon, the twenty players who remained in the Demon Palace changed their strategy, starting to maneuver around Azazel.

As she watched these obnoxious elves change tactics and start running around her like flies, occasionally ambushing her, Azazel grew increasingly irritable.

"These damned annoying elves!"

She cursed angrily in her heart, swinging the Flame Giant Sword at the elves once more.

But this time, with the elves deliberately dodging, she did not achieve significant results.

*Frustration.*

Azazel felt extremely frustrated.

She clearly still had some power, clearly none of the elves could withstand her attacks, yet this damn seal significantly restricted her speed!

Moreover, these long-eared beings, whom she had dismissed, were more agile than she had imagined!

After several pursuits, she only managed to severely injure one slow runner with the aftershock of the flames.

Meanwhile, the elves' attacks began to strike back.

They circled Azazel, releasing their skills while she was unable to react.

Colorful Magic and magnificent sword skills intertwined, falling onto Azazel.

Their attacks were weak, unable to harm someone as mythical as her.

However, Azazel was alarmed to discover that although the elves' attacks did not harm her, her power was gradually diminishing with each attack!

No...

It was being devoured!

These elves' skills had the ability to devour her power!

Azazel's eyes narrowed, instantly understanding everything.

This was that ancient God using these elves to weaken and devour her power!

Meanwhile, as the attacks continued, the players noticed the change in the big BOSS's health bar.

Trahir's eyes lit up,

"It'll work! Just keep hitting her! She'll lose health!"

Enthusiastic, the players became more sneaky in their maneuvering.

"Yggdrasil!"

Watching the elves, disgusting as flies, circling around her incessantly, Azazel roared in frustration within her heart.

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