Game of the World Tree - Chapter 589

589. Chapter 587 The Never-Ending Battle…

“Is this the key to the Demon God Labyrinth dungeon? After opening this… can we enter the new BOSS palace?”

In the Demon God Labyrinth, the uncle Black Cat, who was a cartoonist, looked at the golden key in his hand with expectation.

After several months of playing the game, he finally reached level 40.

A few days ago, there was a bug in the Demon God Labyrinth, and he never came here to brush up the job transfer quota.

Now that the new version of the dungeon is online, he immediately contacted a pioneering group and came to the Demon God Labyrinth to find an opportunity to advance to Silver.

As for why the pioneering group wanted him, a Black Iron player, it has to start with the mechanism of the Demon God Labyrinth.

The strength of the BOSS in the Demon God Labyrinth is not fixed, and it will be adjusted according to the overall strength of the player team.

In addition to the fact that the Black Cat teacher, who is not short of money, paid a considerable contribution bribe, he was added to lower the combat effectiveness of the BOSS.

“Yes, this is the new version of the palace key. It is said that thirteen new bosses have been added to the maze this time. They have different shapes and action mechanisms. The official website has released portraits, each one is cooler than the other. I wonder which one we will encounter.”

The leader of the pioneering team, a silver-level control-specialized druid player, answered.

The control-specialized druid has the most auxiliary skills and is also the most suitable profession for the leader.

“When can we beat the last big boss? The one who can change the job quota… what’s his name… Azazel?”

Bilodis, the assistant of Black Cat, Cao Lingxuan asked.

She is also level 40.

As an assistant, she has fallen into “Elf Kingdom” like her teacher.

That’s why even the four-times-faster thinking speed-up couldn’t save the comics of the two, and the update was delayed.

“According to the official description, after defeating these new bosses, there is a chance to drop the key to the final Demon Palace! However… there are only one or two chances a week, and whoever refreshes gets it will get it.” A

player who has carefully read the content of the new dungeon explained.

“That’s right.”

The team leader nodded.

“However, now the mechanism has changed, these new bosses can also drop job transfer quotas, and the final big boss Azazel will definitely drop job transfer quotas, and can also drop scrolls of artifact repair points!”

He added expectantly.

“Is that so!”

Black Cat and Bilodis’ eyes lit up.

This way, the probability of getting a job transfer quota is much higher!

The leader of the pioneering team smiled at them, and then his expression became serious:

“Okay, everyone get ready, I’m going to summon the Demon Palace.”

After saying that, he raised the golden key, closed his eyes and began to call.

The next second, the key burst into a dazzling light and slowly disappeared, and in front of everyone, a crimson palace gate appeared.

There were hideous reliefs engraved on the gate, exuding a gloomy and evil atmosphere.

“Summoned!”

The players were excited.

They rubbed shoulders with anticipation.

The leader of the pioneering team smiled, then said seriously:

“Let’s go, let’s go in!”

Then… pushed open the door.

…

The dim lights suddenly became brighter, adding a solemnity to the originally gloomy and terrifying palace.

In Bal’s surprised sight, he saw a team of well-equipped humanoid creatures entering the palace.

There were archers with longbows, warriors holding shields and swords, mages wearing tall hats, and hunters wearing leather armor…

They were tall and slender, with different shapes, pointed ears and fair skin, and the sweet breath on them made Bal’s desire to infect and devour intelligent life instantly stir.

That was the unique life breath of the higher intelligent life in the material world, which was extremely pure.

Elves? !

Bal was surprised.

More importantly, these elves were still very weak.

The moment these elves entered the palace, Bal found that their eyes were all focused on him, and then… he heard the excited voices of the elves:

“Wow! It’s the new BOSS! So cool!”

“This armor is too gorgeous! Can it be dropped?”

Bal:…

What’s going on? !

Before he could figure out what was going on, a familiar voice suddenly rang out in the palace:

“Humph! A group of humble ants, do you dare to challenge the great demon god, His Majesty Azazel?”

This voice was rough, majestic, and at the same time carried arrogance and disdain from the heart.

But when he heard this, Bal was slightly stunned, and his expression could not hide his surprise.

Because… This is his voice.

What’s going on? !

Who is pretending to be him talking?

Doesn’t he know that he hates Azazel the most? !

Bal opened his mouth, and then found that he still couldn’t make any sound…

Bal:…

Azazel…

It must be Azazel!

Only that guy would be so shameless to call himself great!

As if he understood something, Baal gnashed his teeth.

The elves continued to talk:

“Is this one of the thirteen demon lords?”

“Of course… After the version update, Lao A has lackeys.”

“Hurry up! Figure out his attack mechanism!”

Under Baal’s astonished eyes, he saw these elves, whose average strength was less than silver, excitedly drew their weapons and rushed towards him with a roar.

Their expressions and appearances were like hunting goblins.

Along with the ups and downs of the spell chanting, waves of magical brilliance lit up, and the shining sword skills and various attack magics hit Baal like rain.

Looking at the sudden attack of the elves, Baal sneered.

Although he didn’t know where this place was, and although he didn’t know why these stupid elves were crazy, but… just them?

A group of ants who didn’t even have the strength of silver?

The flesh and blood delivered to his door, he didn’t want to miss it.

He couldn’t deal with Azazel and the strange true god, but these dozen elves who were as humble as ants?

Haha.

It just so happened that… he had nowhere to vent the frustration of his imprisoned voice, so he let these elves bear his anger!

“Humph! Stupid elves, how can you low-level beings like you see the great Lord Azazel? Get past me first!”

At this time, another arrogant voice sounded…

Baal:…

This… is still his voice.

But… it’s still not what he said.

Moreover, the respect for Azazel in these words… He almost wanted to vomit after hearing it.

It’s so disgusting.

It’s really disgusting!

Azazel!

You narcissistic bastard!

Baal roared in his heart.

When he looked at the elves again, his eyes had turned red.

The frustration of being toyed with, the self-esteem being hurt… at this moment, it had turned into endless anger.

Baal drew out his ten-meter-long sword, and his giant body, which was twenty meters tall, jumped up and swung the sword at the elves that rushed up.

Powerful magic rushed up to the sky, and the evil and twisted power raged.

However, when he slashed with the sword, Baal was shocked to find that his power that could easily split the mountain on weekdays only left a shallow gully on the ground.

And those elves whose average strength was less than silver did not turn into meat paste as Baal imagined, but successfully dodged it.

Although they were a little embarrassed, and although some of the elves who ran slower were still injured in the aftermath of his attack… but they did dodge it.

And such a thing is simply unimaginable for a high-ranking demon whose strength has reached the peak of legend.

It was not until this time that Baal suddenly realized that his strength was also imprisoned!

His strength was limited to the peak of silver…

Baal:…

As a demon monarch who has lived for ten thousand years, his wisdom is still very high.

At this moment, starting from accepting the summons of the demon god, the scenes he saw and the conversations between Azazel and the mysterious true god that he heard were recalled in his mind again.

The demon god maze…

the elf group…

replaced…

appeared…

those words were intertwined, spliced, and reassembled.

Gradually, Baal’s inspiration flashed, and he finally realized what Azazel was planning.

I understand…

I understand everything!

This seventh demon god… actually summoned them from hell to be used as the test objects of the elves!

And… this matter may have been done by the mysterious true god using Azazel!

In other words, these unlucky guys were summoned by Azazel and became his substitutes!

It must be like this!

Absolutely so!

Otherwise, these elves who rushed in would not have shown such an excited expression.

Because there can’t be ordinary intelligent creatures in this world who are not afraid of the demon monarch, let alone their expressions that seem to be playing!

And that mysterious true god… I’m afraid it’s the new god who sealed Azazel in the legend!

He fell, I didn’t expect that Azazel, the seventh demon god, would also fall!

He actually cooperated with the righteous gods and used his subordinates to temper the elves!

How long has it been since he surrendered to a righteous god who sealed him?

When did he become so fragile?

This… is simply an insult to his identity as a demon god!

While feeling puzzled by Azazel’s actions, his anger continued to rise.

Baal was proud.

He has always been proud of being a demon.

At this moment, seeing through Azazel’s behavior, his anger almost reached its peak.

Azazel!

You shameless demon god, cowardly bastard!

He roared in his heart.

Then… he looked at the elves again.

A trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

His aura was rising.

What if his strength was sealed?

Today… he would prove with his actions that even if a demon had his strength sealed, this group of humble elves could not fight him!

He was not that cowardly guy Azazel!

…

Half an hour later…

the palace had changed drastically.

Everywhere was a mess after the battle.

Messy rubble, cracked ground, cracked walls, and… twisted and bloodstained elf equipment.

The demon lord Baal, who was exhausted and covered with hideous wounds, fell to the ground, staring at the ceiling with his symbol painted on it, in a daze… He

failed…

He was a demon lord, Lord Baal who ruled nearly one-third of the land in the first layer of hell, but he failed…

He was defeated by a group of elves whose average strength was less than silver…

Baal’s eyes were dull, and he still didn’t know why he failed.

Even though his strength was limited, he still firmly believed that the elves were not his opponents.

Originally… it should be like this.

Baal’s breath was weak, and he looked at the few remaining elves who kept approaching him with trembling eyes, and finally a trace of fear appeared in his expression.

This… is definitely not an ordinary elf!

This is a group of crazy people who are fighting desperately in the skin of elves!

Moreover, how come they are so familiar with his actions? !

This should be the first time he fights with these guys, right?

However, when he fights, they know what he is going to do next as soon as he makes a move…

Baal’s breath is weak and he is already dying.

But his heart is full of frustration and confusion.

However, if he knew what kind of demons the players have been fighting in the past few months, he would understand why.

Although Baal is a demon monarch, he is a kind of goat-horned demon after all, and it is a very pure goat-horned demon.

And the goat-horned demon is too familiar to the players.

Most of the demons of all sizes that Azazel created in the Demon God Labyrinth are goat-horned demons!

Under the premise that his strength is restricted and many abilities of the upper demons cannot be exerted, Baal is just a high-level goat-horned demon to the players.

From this perspective, he has even less advantage than his colleagues who have become strange because of devouring strange blood!

The players cheered and approached the dying Baal with swords in their hands.

And in Baal’s heart, there was only desolation.

It’s over.

Everything is over.

I didn’t expect that I, the great demon lord, would die in the hands of a group of humble elves…

And just when Baal was desperate, suddenly… a deep red light enveloped him.

The next second, Baal felt that he was teleported out of the palace.

However, at the last moment before the teleportation, he vaguely heard a familiar voice again:

“Humph, even if you defeat me, you can’t defeat the great Lord Azazel! I, Baal… will definitely come back!”

Baal:…

Azazel!

Bastard!

Even if you are a demon god, you shouldn’t humiliate me like this!

He roared in grief and anger in his heart.

With his vision blurred, Baal lost consciousness in grief and anger…

…

After an unknown amount of time, Baal woke up from his deep sleep again.

What came into view was still the demon palace that suited his taste very well.

The hideous and terrifying demon sculptures, the magnificent lord’s throne, and the demon symbol that belonged to him alone.

In the palace, the lights flickered, and it was deep and solemn.

Everything was intact, as if the battle that had just happened was a dream.

Looking at the familiar scenes around him, Baal was a little dazed and confused.

What happened?

Could it be… that was just a dream?

But the battle just now was so real, was it really a dream?

He lowered his head to check his injuries again, but found that he had no injuries at all. Except for his strength being imprisoned, everything was intact.

But at the same time, he vaguely sensed that there seemed to be a familiar power remaining in his body, which seemed to belong to Azazel.

At this time, Baal remembered the conversation between the goddess and Azazel before she left…

Baal: …

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The next second, a creaking sound came from not far away.

The palace gate…opened again.

Another team of well-equipped and excited elves appeared in his sight.

Bal:…

_(:з」∠)_It turns out that the training session is a political education class (laughing and crying)

(End of this chapter)