A thunderous roar resounded in the palace, and the blazing flames turned the hall into a sea of fire.
The players surrounded the huge and cumbersome Demon God Azazel and kept wandering around.
Dazzling magic and gorgeous sword skills fell on his body, causing him to roar constantly.
Azazel waved his flame greatsword and chased the slippery players in the palace like swatting flies.
The battle became more and more intense.
Azazel was indeed the Seventh Demon God.
Even if he was restricted to such an extent, there were still no players who dared to confront him head-on.
And even if the players changed their strategy and started guerrilla warfare, there were still new players who were seriously injured by Azazel's counterattacks.
One after another.
In the state of rage, even the aftermath of Azazel's attack was enough to destroy everything.
Except for those tank warriors, no one could bear it.
However, although the players were cut down one by one like swatting flies, cutting watermelons, and leaving … Azazel's mood did not improve at all.
Not a single person died.
These damn guys, not a single one of them died!
Every time he was about to kill the other party, the other party would pray without hesitation and then teleport away.
The guy who sealed him teleported very quickly and did not give him a chance to finish the job at all.
This feeling of punching cotton made Azazel feel extremely aggrieved and uncomfortable.
And although there were fewer and fewer players who persisted in fighting in the palace as the battle progressed, Azazel also found that these damn long ears were becoming more and more cunning and harder to catch.
Not only that, but the power in his body was also constantly being consumed by the other party's attacks …
Azazel could clearly feel that his power was constantly declining. His speed was getting slower and slower, and the attacks he cast were getting weaker and weaker.
This discovery made him more and more shocked and angry and terrified.
Because Azazel knew that once his power was exhausted, the seal would strengthen again, and he would definitely fall into a deep sleep again.
Although he did not know when the next time he would wake up would be, this feeling of being unable to control, this feeling of being controlled, made him feel extremely humiliated and uncomfortable.
This was even more infuriating than directly putting him into a deep sleep and then sealing him tightly.
And at this time, he finally realized that with the power of these long ears, they could really seal him!
No …
It was not because of the power of the elves.
When another player escaped from Azazel's blade and teleported away, he finally understood everything.
"Yuktrasir! You actually treated me as a whetstone for these ants! "
"You actually treated me as the source of your power!"
He roared angrily in his heart.
That's right.
Since the other party had the power to seal him directly, why did they make the seal less perfect and need the elves to reinforce it?
Since he needed the reinforcement of the sprite, why did he limit his ability to only a level higher than the other party's?
Not to mention, the perfect teleportation every time!
Although it was the elves who prayed quickly, as a venerated True God, wasn't it a little too shameless for you to grant all your believers' requests?
At this time, Azazel finally understood everything.
He had become the tool of the Mother of Gods, a tool for her to train her followers and restore her strength!
However, even if he understood this fact, there was nothing he could do …
He had been sealed, and everything was under the other party's control.
Now, he had become the other party's marionette!
Thinking of this, Azazel's expression became even uglier.
However, even if he thought everything through, Azazel could not control the development of the battle.
Everything was predestined from the start.
Either he would be sealed by these long ears again.
Or these long ears would be seriously injured by him one by one, and then they would teleport away.
And Azazel could almost guess that even if all these elves failed, there would probably be another wave coming soon …
Until he was sealed again.
His ending was destined from the beginning.
"Yuktrasir!"
Azazel roared in his heart with grief and indignation.
However, with his ability to speak and his spiritual power restrained, all his roars and curses could not be transmitted out.
The battle continued.
The number of players was getting fewer and fewer, and Azazel's strength was getting weaker and weaker.
Finally, when only three of the twenty-five players were left, the demon god Azazel finally reached his limit …
Accompanied by a loud bang, his body was drowned in a colorful light.
That was the power of the seal.
Azazel's strength had been consumed to the critical point. The seal that had been set long ago was strengthened again, pulling him back to the high platform in the depths of the demon palace and turning him into a statue again.
It was finally over …
For some reason, at this moment, such a thought flashed through Azazel's mind.
The seal wrapped him again.
However, at the last moment when he was wrapped, the familiar voice sounded in the hall again:
"Damn it! I will definitely come back! "
Of course, this time, the tone changed from high and mighty to exasperated.
Azazel was speechless.
"Yuktrasir!"
He roared in his heart and was sealed again …
The flames in the palace slowly extinguished.
In the hall, there were only three players lying on the ground, panting heavily.
"It's … it's over …"
Ji Gang looked at the demon god who had turned into a statue again, panting and grinning.
"Hahaha! We won! We won! "
The other two players who were lucky enough to survive also laughed excitedly.
Then, the dim palace was illuminated by a soft light, and a new system message appeared in the vision of the three players —
[Ding –]
[Congratulations to players Ji Gang, Attack's Leg Hair, and Come and fight me if you are not convinced. You have successfully cleared the Demon God's Maze and become the first player to defeat the demon god Azazel.]
[Mission Objective: Defeat the demon god Azazel (Completed)]
[Mission Evaluation: Barely pass]
[According to contribution, all players who participated in the battle will obtain the corresponding experience points. The experience points obtained by players who left the battle will be reduced by 50% …]
[Ding –]
[Starting to generate the drop reward …]
Accompanied by the system's beautiful voice, a brilliant light began to condense under the high platform of the palace.
Reward! It was the drop reward!
The three players' spirits were lifted, and they were overjoyed.
They dragged their tired bodies and walked to the high platform.
The light slowly dissipated, and in front of them, there were three familiar chests.
Those were three lucky treasure chests.
The three players were stunned.
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