Game of the World Tree - Chapter 588

Chapter 586 Welcome to the Devil’s Labyrinth

In the light, the demon lord Baal felt that the evil and chaotic atmosphere unique to the hell plane had disappeared.

Instead, there was a strong smell of sulfur.

At this moment, he became alert and prepared to flee immediately after the teleportation was completed…

He would not make a mistake.

This smell was the smell of the seventh demon god Azazel.

The light dissipated, and the surrounding scene gradually became clear. Baal found himself in a magnificent palace.

In the center of the palace stood a hideous demon with horns.

His whole body was burning with raging flames, and his huge body exuded evil and awe-inspiring power.

Around him, red light kept flashing, and summoning arrays appeared one after another, and demon lords who accepted the summons of the demon god like Baal walked out one after another.

Among them, there were many defeated generals and mortal enemies of Baal.

However, Baal did not have the leisure to pay attention to them now.

His attention was focused on the goat-horned demon in the center of the palace, whose figure was several times larger than his…

Azazel’s eyes kept scanning the summoned demon monarchs, especially pausing on their armor and weapons that were obviously much better than ten thousand years ago, and then… he let out a low laugh:

“Heh… I haven’t been back to the Hell Plane for so many years, and everyone is living a comfortable life…”

His tone was slightly sour.

There was even a faint feeling of gnashing teeth…

But if you look at the whole scene, you will know why.

Although Azazel’s aura is extremely terrifying…

Although He stands there, it means that He is the absolute master…

But there is nothing on His body except the blazing flame.

His weapons that have been with him for ten thousand years have long been destroyed in battles with the true gods.

His majestic armor has also been completely dissolved by the power of the seal during the ten thousand years of sealing time.

Now He has nothing except his body.

Even when fighting with players, Azazel only used his own power to summon the Flame Blade.

In comparison, the summoned demon monarchs were very cool.

There were thirteen demon monarchs who responded to Azazel’s call.

Each of them was strong and energetic.

Even though they subconsciously showed expressions of awe and fear when they saw Azazel, they still couldn’t hide the lazy temperament formed by a long period of pampering.

Not only that, they were all wearing cool armor, and the armor plates on them were polished to a bright shine. You can tell at a glance that they are definitely carefully maintained on weekdays, and are wiped and polished by little demon slaves every day…

And the weapons in their hands are also magnificent. Many of them are the kind that are carefully customized by forgers who use projection to capture dwarves or humans from the material world…

Even Azazel sensed a breath similar to the power of the fallen gods from the weapons in the hands of several demon monarchs. They are fallen artifacts.

Although it was not a real fallen artifact, Azazel was still surprised that these demon lords were able to get the artifact during his absence… and he was also very happy.

You know, ten thousand years ago, he would never allow his subordinates to keep such things privately. They

must be handed over and distributed by him when fighting with other planes!

Everything is afraid of comparison.

Even if you don’t say it, just the way these bastards look so glorious, you can tell how cool they are in hell.

And what about him?

He is one of the seven kings of hell, the real ruler of the first layer of hell, but he was directly sealed for ten thousand years… He

finally escaped and was resurrected. I don’t know what went wrong with his brain, and he became more devilish than a devil, and more devilish than a devil.

The seal was sealed, but he, the seventh demon god… became a toy bullied by a group of elves who were as humble as ants!

Miserable…

It’s so miserable…

Is there any demon god in this world more unlucky than him?

After hearing what Azazel said, the summoned demon lords looked at each other in bewilderment.

At this moment, they almost had the same thought:

How can they not live comfortably?

Without a greedy guy like you sucking blood from above, relying on the offerings of the big and small demons below, and the sacrifices of those worshippers in the material world, fighting every day when they want, and projecting to the material world to seduce intelligent life, everyone can live well, right? !

Of course, they just thought about it and didn’t dare to say it out loud.

As for Baal, his eyelids twitched wildly.

Because he saw Azazel look around and soon stopped his eyes on him.

The demon god’s eyes were picky like looking at goods. After looking him up and down, he nodded slightly:

“Like, really like!”

“You are worthy of being the guy I trained. I didn’t expect you to have reached the peak of legend. It seems… I summoned you in time this time. Whether I can be safe this time depends on you.”

Baal:…

Although he didn’t know what Azazel meant by relying on him, based on his years of understanding of this demon god, it was definitely not a good thing.

The meaningful attitude of the other party when he mentioned his strength made Bal’s eyelids twitch.

At this moment, he knew that Azazel had already developed hostility towards him.

However, during this time, Bal was able to sense some of Azazel’s status.

The other party was indeed in a sealed state. Although the aura he showed was terrifying, it was more like a bluff.

And if he looked carefully, he, who had reached the peak of legend, could even vaguely sense some majestic and sacred aura in this palace.

That should belong to the righteous god who sealed Azazel.

But no matter how bad Azazel’s condition was, Bal had no intention of fighting him.

There was no point in fighting a demon god.

Even if he won, what would it matter?

He would just help him resurrect in hell.

Bal now had only one idea.

That is to take advantage of this good opportunity –

escape! Escape

quickly!

The farther the better!

As long as he leaves here, the world of Segos is at his disposal!

A castle as magnificent as this palace, the delicious blood of virgins, the tender flesh of elves, and even some opportunities to become evil gods, are all beckoning to him!

With this thought, Bal did not hesitate and turned around to flee towards the palace gate.

However, before he could make any move, he suddenly heard Azazel’s slightly uneasy voice:

“You… Ahem, Your Majesty Eve, do you think these demons are enough?”

Your Majesty Eve?

Bal was slightly stunned.

Before he could recall where he had heard this familiar name recently, several vines broke out of the ground where he was standing and tied him up completely…

What is this? !

Feeling the dark green vines that were wrapped around him with a trace of terrifying power, Bal looked horrified.

A cry of surprise came from all around, and when Bal looked up, he found that not only him, but all the demon monarchs who had descended were entangled by the vines.

These vines carry a trace of great power, as well as a sacred and majestic aura.

That is the power of the true god.

The true god!

There is actually a true god hidden here!

What on earth does Azazel want to do? !

Baal looked terrified.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that the vines not only imprisoned his power, but also directly imprisoned his voice!

“Not bad, I didn’t expect you to summon thirteen legends in one breath. It’s a bit beyond my expectation.”

An ethereal voice sounded, and a beautiful goddess covered in holy light appeared beside Azazel.

And the next moment, a scene that stunned the demons appeared.

The demon god who has always been at odds with the true god actually showed a flattering expression:

“Then… you… no, do you think they can replace me?”

His movements and expressions made the demon lords think of the time when they flattered the other party thousands of years ago…

although, they often flattered the horse’s legs.

And a demon god flattering a righteous god, this unprecedented scene, even made all the demon lords forget to struggle, looking at Azazel with dull eyes.

At this moment, they even doubted whether the demon god in front of them was Azazel, or whether the other party had been sealed for so long that even his brain was wrong?

When did the immortal demon god fear the righteous god? !

Although some evil gods saw the righteous gods as mice saw cats, Azazel was not an ordinary evil god!

He was a demon god!

At most, he was sealed!

What did this true god do?

How could an almost invincible demon god show such an expression?

The demon lords were shocked.

But Azazel was unaware of their shock.

It seemed that in His mind, pleasing this mysterious true God was the most important thing.

He showed a human expression, even with a bit of flattery.

He pointed at the dull Baal and said:

“And this guy, he looks so much like me, can he completely replace me?”

Baal:…

He widened his eyes and struggled a few times.

However, he couldn’t move at all.

Then, he saw the silver-haired and purple-eyed goddess looking at him.

That look was a little picky and a little scrutinizing.

“The appearance is good, quite suitable to be a BOSS, but… it’s still not as good as you, you still have to play.”

“Of course, I am honest, and you only need to play once a day, and you can choose which elf group you want to face.”

“I have prepared the venues for other demons, and you can arrange the rest by yourself. After the arrangements are made, call me, and the Demon God Labyrinth will be open to the elves.”

The mysterious goddess said to Azazel.

The demons could understand every word of His words.

But when they were connected together, they were a little confused.

Play? Elves? Demon Labyrinth?

What is that?

The goddess didn’t finish her words.

She pondered for a moment, and then said:

“Oh, I remember… Legendary demons always have strong vitality, right? As long as they are not completely dead, as a demon, can you save them?”

Azazel nodded:

“If they are not dead on the spot, I can do it.”

“Hmm? Not bad!”

The goddess’ eyes lit up.

He showed a satisfied smile, but that smile looked like a devil in the eyes of the demons:

“In that case, then beat them half to death every time. You can control the speed. After they are half dead, you can heal them and let them play the next game.”

“If everything goes well, I can give you more time to play. It can be extended to three days, or even once a week.”

“Of course, the premise is that these demons can meet the needs of the maze.”

“How?”

After hearing the goddess’ words, Azazel’s expression was lifted:

“Yes! I can do it! Your Majesty Eve! Please leave this to me! I only ask for one appearance a week!”

“Then it depends on your performance. Remember to seal their strength. Legends are still too strong. And… if a demon dies, you know what to do, right?”

The goddess smiled and said.

“I know, re-summon and make up the scene!”

Azazel nodded repeatedly.

“Very good.”

The goddess praised.

“Then, this is left to you. The number of your appearances will depend entirely on your performance in the future.”

After saying that, He smiled again.

Then, a golden-green light enveloped his body.

His figure slowly dissipated, and his breath gradually disappeared.

The goddess left the palace.

Azazel breathed a sigh of relief until he could no longer sense the other party’s breath.

At this time, he realized that he had inexplicably changed from a victim of the Demon God Labyrinth to a half-victim and half-participant, and in turn became a helper of Yggdrasil!

But the key point is that he didn’t even feel a trace of disobedience, and even saw these bastards in hell with horror on their faces, and there was an inexplicable satisfaction and pleasure in his heart. What

‘s even more outrageous is that Azazel actually had a little expectation for the opening of the Demon God Labyrinth for the first time…

“What’s wrong with me?”

He muttered.

Shaking his head vigorously to get rid of these inexplicable thoughts, Azazel looked at the trembling demon lords again and laughed:

“Hehehehehe…”

“Little guys, welcome to the Demon God Labyrinth!”

Seeing Azazel’s obviously malicious expression, the demon lord Baal looked gray.

Goodbye.

My magnificent palace, my elf slaves…

and my evil god dream.

The next second, he lost consciousness…

…

After an unknown amount of time, Baal slowly woke up from the darkness.

His consciousness slowly recovered.

His memory gradually became clear, and Baal remembered Azazel’s terrifying face and the words he heard before his consciousness disappeared.

He woke up instantly and sat up straight…

Demon God Labyrinth?

He murmured.

But Baal still couldn’t make a sound.

He raised his head and looked around.

Then, he opened his mouth in surprise.

Bal found himself in a majestic palace, sitting on a gorgeous throne.

In the palace, there were ferocious and terrifying demon reliefs, which fit his aesthetic taste very well.

The dim lights dotted all over the palace, and the shadows were dim, giving the palace a gloomy atmosphere.

This palace almost met all the conditions in Bal’s dream…

and what’s more outrageous is that Bal even saw his own symbol in the center of the palace.

You know, the devil’s symbol is very particular. It is something that the devil uses to declare sovereignty. Only the palace that belongs to the devil himself will have such a symbol.

What’s going on?

Am I… dreaming?

Bal was a little confused.

And at this moment, the door of the palace slowly opened… I’m

going to the provincial capital on a business trip tomorrow to attend a training meeting of the Provincial Writers Association. There may be a dinner party in the evening, and the update may be a little later (I said I would save the manuscript today, but I didn’t save it. I’ll take the time to write on the way tomorrow)

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