Game of the World Tree

Devil's Labyrinth, Azazel's Palace.

The Seventh Demon God sat on his throne, dazed.

The demons, big and small, carefully thumped his shoulders and pinched his back, and even the demon lord gave his favorite melons from the elves to please him.

It's just that the once crispy and sweet melon tastes like chewing wax in the mouth at this moment.

Thinking of the words of Samuel, who was thrown into the palace to enjoy the ravages of the elves, before he left, his mood became more and more irritable.

The whole palace was filled with the smell of low air pressure, which made every demon stunned and dared not say a word.

But this atmosphere made Azazel even more irritable.

Especially since Samuel said those words, when other demons looked at him, although they tried their best to hide it, they eventually became somewhat different...

Confused, flickering, excited, complicated, happy, gloating...

Those eyes made Azazel want to pull out their eyeballs!

He hasn't fallen yet!

This group of damned anti-bone boys is already ready to move!

Did you think carefully when you saw that Samuel was also arrested? !

What about the powerful demon god?

Wasn't it sealed by Uktrahir?

Did these bastards forget that Azazel was the master of the labyrinth chosen by Uktrahir!

Don't think he doesn't know the minds of these bastards.

It's nothing more than listening to Samuel mentioning that the core of his hell is about to be found, and he feels that he is about to be finished, and he wants to find a chance to rebel!

Glancing at the demon lord beside him who was holding melons in his hands, Azazel met his gaze.

The other party, immediately lowered his head in a guilty conscience.

Azazel:  …

His heart burst into flames, and a handful of melons fell to the ground, roaring:

"Go away! Go away for this seat! Go away—!"

When the devil is angry, even if most of his strength is sealed, the coercion displayed by him is not comparable to those demons, big or small, whose strength is also limited.

They looked terrified, and hurriedly escaped from the Devil's Palace.

It's just that Azazel, who was already sensitive like a rabbit, clearly sensed their relieved emotions when the demons fled...

Azazel felt as if a breath was blocked in his chest, and then instantly turned into endless anger:

"roll--!"

He flew up and kicked the melon on the ground, but because the melon was too brittle, he was directly kicked and smashed, and the pulp smashed his kick, causing him in the sealed state to almost slip.

The last demon at the door stumbled and shivered, then lay on the ground without hesitation, and rolled out mellowly...

It's just that when he got out of the door, the demon's movements seemed to become very brisk, as if he was about to float.

Azazel:  …

"Bastard! Traitor! Unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!"

He cursed angrily.

Lord Demon God's angry roar resounded in the palace.

And scolding, Azazel's anger gradually turned into inexplicable sadness.

An indescribable sense of loneliness rose to his heart.

In an instant, He seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped directly on the throne.

He slowly stretched out his hands and covered his face:

"What am I... what should I do?"

Azazel's voice was filled with confusion and panic.

And in his heart, there was a great sense of crisis and unease.

The schadenfreude of watching the unfortunate abyss myths being caught one after another has long since faded.

Witnessing that Samuel, one of his mortal enemies, has become a prisoner of Uktrahir, the joy and excitement of being thrown in front of him in disgrace has dissipated...

Samuel's words calmed him down, and he felt an unprecedented crisis more and more.

The heart of hell...

That is the capital that every hell demon can be resurrected indefinitely, immortal and immortal, equivalent to the life of every demon.

The core of his own hell may be found at any time, which makes Azazel, who has lived for thousands of years, feel that death is so close for the first time, and has an inexplicable fear.

And in the same way, after Samael was caught in the labyrinth, calmed down from his initial excitement, and after he saw the flickering eyes of the demons around him, he realized another serious problem.

That is... how did he become the master of the labyrinth in the first place.

Regarding this point, Azazel actually knew very well.

That's because Uktrahir saw his ability to gain infinite power from the abyss.

And that ability, to put it bluntly, also comes from the core of hell.

Before Samuel was caught, it could be said that Azazel was the true center of the Devil's Labyrinth, and an irreplaceable candidate in the heart of Uktrahir.

But... now there is a more powerful Demon God who has been imprisoned.

If the war between gods and demons had not started, and if the first layer of hell had not been besieged, then to Azazel, it would be just another threatening existence.

But now that the petitioner legion of the gods has hit the doorstep, he may be taken to his home at any time.

At this time... What will Uktrahir do?

To be honest, he had been in the Demon God's Labyrinth for several years, but Azazel still felt that Yuktrahir was now covered with a layer of fog.

He doesn't know what the other party thinks in his heart, nor does he know the other party's attitude towards the Demon God.

However, from a historical point of view, all the true gods did not want to purify the abyss.

And as the well-known mother of all gods among the true gods, Uktrahir's attitude will never be better than other gods.

If there is a chance to purify yourself...

Then, I am afraid he will not hesitate, right?

Not to mention, now He has Samael.

Even if he dies, for Uktrahir, he can still change to another labyrinth.

And based on what he knew about Samuel, that grumpy and energetic guy might be even more satisfied than himself.

After all...powerful means tenacity, fiery means fighting**, and energy means persistence...

Is there anything more suitable to be a maze boss than this?

From this point of view, let alone the core of his own hell has been discovered, even if it is not discovered this time, and the crisis has passed, so what?

If it is really as he guessed, is Samuel destined to take away part of his labyrinth authority, and even ride directly on his head with stronger strength?

Even if he survived the crisis this time, is it still possible to return to the day when he was constantly used as a toy by elves every day?

The more Azazel thought about it, the more his heart skipped a beat, the more he thought about it, the more he felt a crisis, and the more he thought about it, the more terrified he felt.

At the same time, there is some grievance in his heart inexplicably...

He was obviously the first to come to the Demon God's Labyrinth!

Everything here, the palaces here, except for the first few, were all built by the demons at his own orders!

He is still the favorite devil palace BOSS selected by those bastard elves!

Even if there is no merit, He has toil!

why……

Why did Uktrahir seal another Demon God here?

Why not just seal that fellow Samuel to another place?

Did He already know that the first layer of hell was going to be besieged?

Has He long thought that he is going to go through this crisis?

Is he... already planning to give up on himself?

The more Azazel thought about it, the more frightened he became, the more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved...

He gritted his teeth and slapped the armrest of the throne with his palm:

"No...I can't wait like this..."

"Save yourself! I have to save myself! I don't want to fall! I don't want to be ridden on the head by the bastard Samael!"

As he said that, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and he sat up slightly.

And after being stiff for a moment, he was once again deflated:

"It seems... that's the only choice..."

A certain decision was made in his heart, and Azazel seemed to have collapsed and collapsed on the throne again.

But soon, He adjusted his state and regained his strength.

It's just that at this moment, something in the depths of his eyes seems to be different.

"I...should talk to Uktrahir..."

"He is the only one who can let me live now..."

Azazel looked at the door of the palace and muttered to himself.

And at this time, He realized another problem.

On weekdays, Uktrahir came to flip his sign.

How does he contact each other now?

But suddenly, his heart moved again, and he looked in the direction outside the palace.

More precisely, it is the direction of the palace where Samuel is located.

Azazel's eyes narrowed slightly:

"If I remember correctly... those elves seem to have said that the first impression is the most important thing."

"Honestly, it makes some sense."

With a cold smile, Azazel regained his energy, touched his arms, and took out the crystal ball that controls the Devil's Palace...

...

"The strength has been completely sealed. Except for the divine power, the power that can be exerted is at most the top of gold."

In the ugliest palace in the entire Demon God Labyrinth, the second Demon God Samuel had a very ugly expression.

At this time, if you don't know that this is the place where the goddess of life seals the myth of the abyss, then he, the demon god, will be in vain.

"No, I have to find a way to escape!"

Samuel's eyes flickered and he stood up from the ground.

His gaze swept across the ugly walls and closed gate of the palace, roared, and slammed into it.

His power is suppressed.

But his body is still the body of the Demon God.

He is going to knock a big hole out of this palace!

However, after Samael hit the wall, he was disappointed to find that the palace was far stronger than he imagined...

"It's a seal... Damn, this whole labyrinth is probably a huge seal! They are one!"

Samuel's face was even more ugly.

And just when Samuel was angry and aggrieved, the gate of the palace suddenly opened.

...

In the depths of the Demon God's Labyrinth, in the deep and dark corridor, a dozen well-armed players are carefully exploring.

Walking in the forefront is a warrior player of the guardian system, the middle rank of Baiyin, and the leader of more than a dozen players.

Obviously, this is a copy group.

The large-scale war mission is coming to an end, the most difficult battle has passed, and the various guilds have also lifted the emergency call order, and now the maze of the devil is popular again.

In particular, this war mission has caused heavy losses to many players, and the captured demon equipment has become a cabbage price because of too many quantities, and it can't be sold for any money at all, so many people are now trying to find ways to earn contribution points.

And the boss group of the Devil's Labyrinth copy is a good choice.

In the past few months, new players have joined the Forest of Spirits every month, and the transfer quota of silver is very popular as always.

Open a group and bring five bosses with full black iron level. As long as the reward for changing careers is revealed, everyone can get a lot of contribution.

As the head of the group walked, he introduced to the new players behind him who were obviously coming to the Devil's Labyrinth for the first time:

"This is the deepest part of the Demon God's Labyrinth. When you come here and kill some elite monsters, you have a certain chance to drop the key to the Demon God's Palace."

"Hey, you are lucky. Most of the people are still chasing and killing demons on the battlefield of Fengyue Freeland. There shouldn't be too many people in the labyrinth these days, and no one will grab the keys from us."

Several new players nodded excitedly, and then asked curiously:

"That...the head of the regiment, what is the level of the demon gods here? I remember watching the cutscenes of the goddess yesterday. We can't beat that level, right?"

"Haha, don't panic, if it's those demon gods in the sky yesterday, of course we can't fight them, they are all mythical rank, only goddesses can deal with them, but the demon gods here are different."

The captain laughed.

Speaking, he enthusiastically explained to the newcomer:

"The demon gods here have their strengths sealed. They are all calculated by the game system. The power of the demon gods will be adjusted according to the strength of our team. Generally speaking, it will only be around the lower rank of silver to gold."

"According to the combat power of our team, plus a few of your black iron ranks, it is estimated that it is the peak of silver upper ranks!"

"However, don't underestimate the peak of silver, the demon god is still very strong, even if it is the same level, it is far more powerful than those demon beasts in the forest of elves, and those demons on the battlefield."

"So... when the time comes, you should save your life, don't rush forward, just lie down and wait for us to fly."

Several new players listened and breathed a sigh of relief.

And at this moment, one of them looked diagonally forward and was slightly taken aback:

"Huh? Commander, is that the palace you're talking about?"

After listening to the other party's words, the head of the regiment turned his head, and then let out a surprise:

"Eh? Demon Palace? Who opened it?"

I saw a sloping front of the team, a magnificent palace appeared, as always solemn and solemn, evil and terrifying.

But... the statues decorated on the outside seem to be a little ugly, not too symmetrical, far less handsome than those Devil Palaces in the player's impression.

"A palace we haven't seen before? Did we encounter a hidden plot?"

The captain's expression was a little excited.

"What an ugly palace...isn't the artist lazy?"

Several old players looked up and down the exterior of the palace and frowned slightly.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if he is ugly or not, we must have triggered some kind of plot!"

The captain was excited.

After speaking, he winked at his teammates:

"Go! Get a good buff! Let's go and see!"

The group was ready and came to the front of the palace.

However, before they could figure out how to open the gate, the palace gate opened by itself.

The next moment, accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, a huge figure rushed out...

The leader of the player in the middle position of silver was trampled into flesh by the opponent's foot before he could react.