In the long years, as a veteran demon god who had been active since the Titan era, Azazel had been sealed countless times.
And the forms and effects of the seals were even more varied.
There were those who were pulled into endless dreams and sealed in the dream world.
There were those who directly imprisoned their divine power and soul, and the main body fell into a deep sleep. Only a trace of consciousness was awake.
There were those who retained a clear consciousness, but were subjected to torture and punishment that ordinary beings could not endure day after day.
These … he had seen too many of them.
However, Azazel felt that all the seals he had experienced before were not as disgusting as the one in front of him.
He had been defeated.
He had been defeated by a group of existences who had not even reached the gold level and were as humble as ants!
Although this was because his strength had been sealed, this result was still unacceptable to him.
Demon gods were also myths.
Putting aside the involvement with the Abyss, their strength was the same as that of ordinary true gods.
The dignity of a true god could not be blasphemed, and this also applied to them.
And now, the high and mighty Seventh Demon God, the ruler of a Hell plane, had become a stepping stone for a group of ants!
This made Azazel very angry.
However, what made him feel even more disgusted was that when these long ears sealed him again, and he also felt that there would be a period of peace for a while …
After only a few hours, he was forcefully "woken up" again.
In front of him was a new group of elves.
Like the elves last time, they were fully armed and looked excited. The way they looked at Azazel made him very angry.
That was the expression when they saw toys and prey.
The excitement and joy in their eyes were like Azazel's own appreciation of those idiots who had been bewitched by him to kill each other.
He did not understand.
Azazel did not understand at all.
Even if he was a demon god, he still had some understanding of elves.
When did these long ears, which were as docile as rabbits, become like this?
Why did they have such expressions, such gazes?
Were they really not demons in elf skin?
Moreover, weren't the existences of the material world extremely afraid of the demon gods?
Even if he was sealed, even if they were here to strengthen the seal, shouldn't they be trembling in fear and reverence?
What was with the attitude of fighting and laughing at the same time?
These elves didn't seem to have the slightest reverence that a lower being would have for a higher being.
Not only that, but Azazel even sensed an opposite emotion from their expressions and gazes.
The more Azazel fought, the more he could sense the arrogance in the bones of these elves.
And such a discovery made him feel even more humiliated.
What were they so proud of?
What were they so proud of?
Who do they think they are?
The center of the world?!
They were just a bunch of ants who had overestimated themselves, like worms that were watching the world from a nest!
That guy, Yuktrashil, actually kept sending such bastards to disgust him?!
Azazel would never forget the moment when the elves successfully sealed him. That kind of excitement and complacency.
The pleasure of stepping on him made Azazel extremely angry.
That kind of feeling was as disgusting as a high and mighty king being stepped on by a beggar to pee and laugh at.
Humiliation.
It was too humiliating!
He couldn't have his way.
They must not be allowed to succeed!
Even if his strength was imprisoned, even if these hateful elves were protected by Yuktrashil, he would never let them win easily!
Azazel's pride would never allow it!
So …
The great Seventh Demon God finally paid attention to these elves.
He began to observe the actions of these elves, and he also began to change his tactics.
And he only had one ultimate goal, and that was to defeat all these bastards who came to challenge him wave after wave!
He wanted to let these hateful long-ears know that even if they were sealed and imprisoned, the dignity of the Demon God could not be blasphemed!
However, with the changes in Azazel, the attitude of these elves made him more and more puzzled.
When he began to look for the fighting habits of these elves and changed his tactics, not only did these elves not panic, but they became even more excited.
"F * ck! This boss is also intelligent. He must have a memory function and can counter our tactics! "
"This is challenging! Don't be afraid! Let's go together! Kill him! "
Azazel was speechless.
However, it was not without effect.
Azazel's seriousness had indeed caused a lot of trouble for the players.
For a long period of time, the success rate and evaluation of the players had significantly decreased.
However, such days did not last long.
What made Azazel feel like vomiting blood was that he changed quickly, but these lowly ants changed even faster.
These fearless Long Ears seemed to be born to fight. Every time Azazel adjusted his tactics according to their habits, they would develop a new way of fighting at an even faster speed.
Not only that.
This time, it was clearly this group of people who were fighting with him.
The next day, it was another group that had nothing to do with him. However, they seemed to have gained the experience of the previous group of people and knew everything about him like the back of their hands. It was as if they had personally experienced the previous battle …
No matter how Azazel fought, the final result waiting for him was only the end of being strengthened and sealed …
It was nothing more than being sealed after repelling a few rounds of elves, or being sealed after holding on for a day or two.
Again and again, an infinite cycle.
It was a cycle that made him feel even more aggrieved and depressed than all the previous seals.
And as time passed, and as he observed again and again, Azazel finally understood his position in the hearts of these elves.
"It turns out that … in their eyes, I'm just a toy!"
"Damn Yuktrashil! This is actually a maze game that he created for these lowly ants with me as the center! "
When he discovered this fact, he almost exploded with anger.
"No, I can't do this. I can't let them succeed again!"
He was tired.
He was really tired.
Azazel, who was physically and mentally exhausted and extremely ashamed and angry, finally made a decision.
"Do as you wish. I won't play with you anymore!"
No more fighting, no more fighting.
Love seal seal seal.
He couldn't run away anyway.
He would even bring fun to these despicable bastards!
However, when Azazel "went on strike," the elves' reaction was beyond his expectations.
"Holy sh * t! The boss isn't moving! Is it a bug?! "
"Hahahaha! Good opportunity, good opportunity! Everyone, go! Hurry up and kill him while the bug is active! Perfect clearance! "
"Wait for me! Wait for me! Let me take a group photo first! Let me take a group photo first! "
Along with the excited cheers, these elves became even more excited and happy.
They attacked Azazel, who was "on strike", in an even more violent and barbaric way.
Not to mention, they jumped up and down around him, fiddling with him in all kinds of ways.
And at the last second before falling into a deep sleep, Azazel saw that these elves were smiling even more happily than before.
That cheap expression was as if they had taken advantage of him.
Azazel was speechless.
Why did it feel like …
It made these guys even happier?!
At that moment, Azazel was in a mess.
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