MTLNOVEL Chapter 414: That's It?
The palace was filled with a roar like thunder, as blazing flames turned the hall into a sea of fire.
The players moved around the enormous and cumbersome Demon God Azazel, constantly circling him.
Spectacular magic and dazzling sword techniques fell upon her, prompting her to howl incessantly.
Azazel swung her Flame Giant Sword, chasing after the slippery players in the palace, as if swatting flies.
The battle raged on.
Azazel truly lived up to being the Seventh Demon God.
Even when restricted to this extent, no player dared to confront her head-on.
And even though the players changed their strategy and started guerrilla warfare, new players continued to get seriously injured under Azazel's counterattacks.
One after another.
In her furious state, even the aftershocks of Azazel's attacks were enough to destroy everything.
No one could withstand it, except for those tank warriors.
However, although the players were swatted down and forced to retreat one by one, like flies and sliced watermelons, Azazel's mood showed no improvement.
No one died.
These damned people, not a single death!
Every time she was about to slay one, they would pray without hesitation and then teleport away.
The one sealing her teleported extremely fast, never giving her a chance to strike a finishing blow.
*This feeling of punching into cotton left Azazel extremely frustrated and uncomfortable.*
Yet, as the battle progressed, while the number of players stubbornly fighting in the palace dwindled, Azazel also found these damn long-eared ones becoming increasingly cunning and harder to catch.
Moreover, the power in her was constantly being depleted by the players' attacks...
Azazel could clearly sense that her strength was steadily declining, her speed slowing, and her attacks growing weaker.
This realization left her increasingly shocked and terrified.
Because Azazel understood that once her power was exhausted, the seal would strengthen again, and she would undoubtedly fall back into slumber.
Although she didn't know when she would wake next, *this feeling of losing control, this feeling of being manipulated by others, filled her with immense humiliation and discomfort.*
*This was even more rage-inducing than simply being put into slumber and sealed tightly.*
And at this point, she finally awakened to the realization that, with the power of these long-eared ones, they really could seal her!
No...
It wasn't by the power of the elves.
When yet another player escaped from Azazel's sword and teleported away... she finally pieced everything together.
"Yggdrasil! How dare you turn me into a whetstone for these ants!"
"You dare use me as your source of power!"
She roared furiously in her heart.
Indeed.
If the opponent already had the power to seal her directly, why wasn't the seal perfect, requiring the elves to come and reinforce it?
If it needed elven reinforcement, then why were her abilities only restricted to just a notch above their level?
Not to mention, the perfectly timed teleports!
Even though it was thanks to the quick prayers of these elves, *for a true god to heed every prayer of her believers so readily was shameless, wasn't it?*
At this time, Azazel finally understood everything.
She had become an instrument for the Mother of All Gods, a tool for honing her Chosen Ones and for restoring her powers!
Yet, even though she comprehended this truth, there was nothing she could do...
She had been sealed, and everything was under the opponent's control.
Now, she had become the puppet on a string for the enemy!
*Thinking of this, Azazel's expression became even more grim.*
However, even with everything she had figured out, Azazel could not change the course of the battle.
Everything had been predetermined from the start.
Either she would be sealed again by these long-eared ones.
Or, these long-eared ones would be beaten into submission one by one, then they would teleport away.
And Azazel could almost predict that even if all these elves failed, another wave would arrive immediately...
Until she was sealed again.
Her fate had been sealed from the beginning.
"Yggdrasil!"
Azazel roared in her heart with grief and anger.
However, with her speech power and spiritual power sealed, none of her roars or curses could be heard.
The fight continued.
The number of players dwindled, and Azazel's strength waned further.
Finally, when only three battered players remained out of the original twenty-five, Demon God Azazel finally reached her limit...
With a loud crash, her body was enveloped in resplendent light.
That was the power of the seal.
Azazel's power had been drained to the critical point; the pre-set seal once again strengthened, pulling her back to the high altar deep within the Demon Palace, once again turning her into a statue.
It's finally over...
*For some reason, at this moment, a thought flickered across Azazel's mind.*
The seal enveloped her once more.
However, in the last moment before being enveloped, the familiar voice once again echoed in the hall:
"Damn it! I will definitely return!"
Of course, this time, the tone had shifted from arrogance to frustration.
Azazel: ...
"Yggdrasil!"
She roared in her heart, being sealed anew...
The flames in the palace slowly extinguished.
In the hall, only three players lay collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
"It's... over..."
Transforming Ji Gang looked at the Demon God, who had turned back into a statue, panting and grinning.
"Ha ha ha! We won! We won!"
The other two surviving players also laughed excitedly.
Soon, the dimly lit palace was illuminated by a gentle glow, and a new system message appeared in the three players' visions—
[Ding——]
[Congratulations to the players Transforming Ji Gang, Advancing Leg Hair, Defeat Me If You Can for successfully clearing the Demon Maze and becoming the first to defeat Demon God Azazel.]
[Task Objective: Defeat Demon God Azazel (Completed)]
[Task Evaluation: Barely Passing]
[Based on contributions, all players involved in the battle gain corresponding experience points, players out of battle receive 50% less experience...]
[Ding——]
[Starting to generate drop rewards...]
Accompanied by the pleasing voice of the system, splendid light began to gather below the palace altar.
Rewards! It's the drop rewards!
The spirits of the three players were lifted, and they felt overjoyed.
Dragging their weary bodies, they climbed onto the altar.
The light slowly faded, revealing three familiar chests before them.
Those were three lucky treasure chests.
The three players were momentarily stunned.
Just this?