Game of the World Tree

Devil's Labyrinth, the core palace.

The Seventh Demon God Azazel sat on his throne with a sad face, while enjoying delicious food, he sighed and looked at the huge crystal ball in front of him.

Since a few months ago, more and more elves have somehow broken into the maze, and the number has almost exploded.

And their strength is also earth-shaking compared to before.

Under the high-intensity attack of the elves, the cost of maintaining the balance in the labyrinth, which could have been easily defended, became higher and higher.

The speed at which he summoned the demons was a little bit behind the speed at which the elves eliminated demons.

It's not that the divine power is not enough, but that even as a myth, in the sealed state, the energy is limited.

If this continues, I am afraid that it will not be long before the days of leisurely wandering will be completely gone again.

He Azazel, although he won't be reduced to the "dungeon big boss" that is brushed every day like before, but he will also become a "tool man" who keeps summoning demons and can't do anything else.

Well, those words were also learned from those elves.

However, the good thing is that there are some demon subordinates who can share the pressure of BOSS battles, so that his deity will not often end in person.

But even so, as the number of elves increased, several demon lords completely collapsed and eventually went mad.

Azazel didn't really care about these unlucky demon monarchs.

Some demon subordinates are just crazy, and they are crazy when they are crazy. When they are in the hell plane, they are thinking about how to betray themselves every day.

But as the situation gradually deteriorated, Azazel finally couldn't sit still...

Just a few days ago, there was a legendary demon lord who was overwhelmed after repeated battles and died of exhaustion...

Azazel had long foreseen that there would be a demon monarch who would die of exhaustion under the beatings of the elves.

After all, these guys are limited in strength and have almost no time to rest. Even if they are legends, their physical strength is limited.

But in his original plan, even if he died of exhaustion, it was estimated that he would have to last for more than ten years.

If a demon monarch lasts for more than ten years, he will have every opportunity to continuously make up for new demon monarchs through summoning.

And if the demon monarchs die so quickly, then... it won't be easy in the future.

There are a lot of demon monarchs in the third layer of hell, but they are not so consumed.

"Hey... it would be nice if someone with more patience could replace them."

Azazel sighed.

Azazel couldn't help shuddering at the thought that if one day the demon monarch would be completely useless, and he would be designated as the only labyrinth boss by Uktrahir again.

Such terrifying days, He never wanted to live again.

After taking a bite of the melon produced in the Forest of Spirits, Azazel felt that the melon in his mouth was no longer sweet.

"Hmph, can't these elves bring more meat? Every day when you enter the maze, you know to bring these tasteless things."

Azazel threw the rind to the ground in dissatisfaction.

Then, there were a few more demon servants immediately, and Pidianpidian put away the skin of the melon.

Of course, Azazel naturally didn't know, because as soon as he found the players carrying meat with him, he would send a large group of demons to grab the food, so gradually the players became vigilant.

Don't bring delicious food into the Devil's Labyrinth, or you will be set on fire by the devils!

This has been written into the Raiders by the players...

However, just as Azazel picked up a new melon and was about to slowly put it into his mouth, a familiar voice suddenly rang in the palace:

"Have a good time, Azazel."

Hearing the ethereal and pleasant voice with a little playfulness, Azazel shivered violently, and the melon in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He turned his head stiffly, his scalp tingling:

"Yu...Uktrahir, I...I did what you asked me to do honestly, you...what are you doing here?"

Eve looked at the seventh devil with a smile and suddenly became vigilant, and even the hideous devil's tail shrunk to the seventh devil behind him, and said:

"It's nothing. Seeing that you've been working hard recently, I'll find you a few starters."

"Start?"

Azazel frowned, looking a little puzzled.

Eve didn't say much, he snapped his fingers, and the golden Arc de Triomphe appeared in the palace.

Then, three figures tied into zongzi by the lock of God were thrown in.

"They are your subordinates. I have given you permission to part of the Devil's Labyrinth, so that they can exert their value here."

"When you run out of divine power, remember to help them replenish it."

Eve said.

After speaking, He did not explain too much, and directly dispersed the gate of incarnation and reversal, and left the maze.

Only Azazel looked curiously at the three figures who suddenly appeared in the palace.

The dazed one-horned Duke Andrea.

The messy but smiling fallen angel Luria.

And Alyssa, the Queen of Pain with a voluptuous figure and a grudge face.

At this moment, the strength of the three evil gods has been completely sealed.

No, even if they are not sealed, they are in the maze of demons that have been strengthened by Eve again and again, they have completely lost their freedom.

But suddenly appearing in a palace that is solemn and gorgeous, and whose style is extremely in line with the aesthetics of the devil, it can even be said that it is completely the dream of the devil, the three evil gods have different expressions.

Andrea was a little dazed, staring at the decorations in the palace with envy.

But after the other two evil gods and Azazel, who was sitting on the throne, looked at each other, their expressions suddenly froze on their faces.

For a time, the entire palace fell into silence, and the atmosphere was strange.

Azazel squinted at Lulia and Alyssa with stiff expressions, and suddenly laughed:

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Look who this is? Isn't this the great fallen angel, and the enchanting queen of pain?"

Then, his expression suddenly grim, he said with a grim smile:

"I didn't expect it? We met again! What? You two guys have today!"

"Uh... Your Majesty Azazel, that... long time no see, you look good..."

Lulia laughed dryly.

"Not bad you second uncle!"

After listening to Lulia's words, Azazel scolded, and his facial features became distorted.

As he said that, he couldn't help reaching out his hand, with a look of grief and anger:

"Do you know how I have survived the past few years? Do you know?! Ang?!"

"You don't know!"

"In your heart, there is only yourself!"

Feeling the power on the other side that was stronger than themselves after being sealed, Lulia and Alyssa's expressions changed slightly:

"This... Your Majesty Azazel, listen to us, that day was really just a beautiful accident... In fact, we..."

"Accidental ass! You two bastards full of lies and intrigues! I was really blind at the time, and it took eight lifetimes of blood mold to believe what you two bastards said!"

Azazel cursed angrily, Blue Star's vocabulary at his fingertips.

Then, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"Don't you like to run away? Well, in the days to come, I will definitely satisfy your preferences and let you run away..."

Looking at Azazel's indifferent smile, Lulia and Alyssa's expressions froze.

In their hearts, there was a vague feeling of bad premonition.

At this time, Andrea raised her head excitedly, touched the demon statue in the palace with love, and asked with a naive expression:

"Where is this?"

Azazel:  …

Lulia:  …

Alyssa:  …

The Seventh Demon God squinted at the one-horned duke, smiled, and said meaningfully:

"Don't worry, this will be where your dream begins."

"Hey hey hey hey, welcome everyone... to the Demon God Labyrinth!"

...

Throwing the three abyss myths to Azazel, Eve no longer bothers.

It has been several years, and Azazel has completely become the shape of the dungeon boss + dog planning. As long as Eve still controls the final control and sealing ability of the devil's labyrinth, he cannot leave here, and can only work honestly.

With the influx of players recently, Eve, who is too stretched in the Demon God's Labyrinth, also sees it in his eyes. At this time, it is also the right time for the three evil gods to "join".

Maybe the three of them are not as durable as Azazel when facing players, but they are evil gods after all. With Azazel continuously providing abyss power, they can also indirectly become a semi-perpetual motion machine.

Entertaining players is one thing, and so is providing a steady stream of divine power.

Returning to the kingdom of God, this time, Eve did not enter the temple.

He came outside the projection of the World Tree in the center of the Kingdom of God.

The dazzling light flickered, the stalwart figure descended, and Eve appeared here in the form of a descending incarnation.

And after He appeared, on the ground, among the dense forest, an illusory figure walked out slowly.

They have a faint halo on their bodies, wear a variety of clothing, and their outstanding features and pointed ears prove their identities.

They gathered more and more, densely packed, and came to the feet of Eve's incarnation and worshipped him.

From a distance, there are probably more than 100,000 people.

They are elven petitioners.

Looking at these illusory figures, a trace of complexity flashed in Eve's eyes.

Good believers who were devout during their lifetimes will return to their respective kingdoms of gods to be reborn after death, and will gain eternity in the kingdoms of gods.

This is the petitioner.

They prayed day and night in the kingdom of God to provide faith for the true god, and when the gods fought, they would also go out to fight as the army of the true god.

It can be said that the petitioner is one of the ultimate trump cards for believing in the true gods and gods, and it is also the main force of the gods and gods.

It is also the existence of a large number of petitioners, coupled with the divine power stored in the gods, that allow some weak or even weak divine powers to believe in the true god, when facing an enemy with medium or even powerful divine power, they can barely support it for a long time.

Since Eve's recovery, there have been a few more petitioners in His Kingdom of God, but the number has never exceeded a thousand.

And those in front of them are none other than the undead of the rock and sand tribe, and the frost elves who died in battle on the Cliff of Sorrow.

At this moment, Eve thought of the figure who sacrificed herself again.

Uriah, Son of Earth...

Like Oros, he finally chose to sacrifice his life to fulfill his clan.

Recalling that on the Cliff of Sorrow, He mechanically called his figure, and Eve's mood became more complicated.

He, who inherited the inheritance of the World Tree, also inherited some of the other party's emotions. Although he didn't know much about this demigod in his incomplete memory, Eve's mood was also a little sad.

However, it is a pity that, like Oros, Uriah did not leave any soul behind, and has completely turned into nothingness.

Everything about Him has been completely integrated with these petitioners.

Looking at these petitioners who worship him, Eve has a lot of thoughts.

If they are handled normally, they will live in their own kingdom of gods, and the worldly memories will gradually be forgotten until they merge with themselves after a long time.

At the same time, they will also become their own participating legions in their future battles with other myths and gods, and even in the next god-devil war.

However, Eve's mind always flashed through the eyes of the Frost Elves who were killed in the battle before dawn, the longing and regret for their hometown from the vision of Cyber.

For worldly life, the kingdom of God is indeed like heaven.

However, it is not home after all.

Eyes slowly swept across the petitioners, and Eve fell silent.

As the goddess of life, he actually has more than one choice.

Thinking of this, he sighed:

"Pious children."

"I can see the yearning for hometown and relatives in the eyes of many of you..."

"Now, I give you two options."

"One is as my petitioner, to live here without worry, and as my warrior against the enemy."

"One is to erase the memory in the kingdom of God and resurrect in the world of Seggs."

"However, I need to remind you that your souls are extremely weak and will inevitably suffer a certain degree of damage after resurrection."

"In order to reduce the damage to the soul caused by resurrection, you will have the same body as your original body after recovery, and there will be no major changes in the remaining lifespan."

"And when you die again and become petitioners, your time of existence will be shorter than other petitioners..."

"Now, children who want to stay in the kingdom of God, stay where they are, and who want to return to the world of Saiggs, take a step forward..."

After hearing Eve's words, the petitioners fell into a commotion.

Moments later, they bowed reverently to Eve, and about one-eighth of the petitioners took a step forward.

Most of them are frost elves who died in battle, and very few are sand elves.

Actually, think about it.

The sand elves have been dead for more than 2,000 years, and they have long since lost too much concern.

But the Frost Spirit is different.

Although nearly 30,000 people died on the Cliffs of Sorrows, most of them eventually returned to the world of Seggs.

They still have a lot of regrets in their hearts.

Looking at the petitioners who made their choices, Eve smiled gently:

"I see."

After he finished speaking, He waved his hand lightly, and those petitioners who chose to be resurrected disappeared into the kingdom of God.