Game of the World Tree

  Within the divine kingdom of the World Tree, Evé was surveying the unfolding battle with a mix of intrigue and amusement.

“As expected of a legendary Demon Lord. He’s still able to exert such strength even with his power sealed down to intermediate silver-rank!”

Evé sat idly upon her divine throne, one long leg crossed over the other. In her left hand, she casually held a bag of popcorn, occasionally tossing a few pieces into her mouth. Meanwhile, her right hand grasped a chalice filled with a drink that shimmered with an otherworldly hue. She then took a slow, deliberate sips, savoring the taste with a satisfied hum.

Before her was a massive projection screen formed from raw divine power.

On it, the scene of Autobot’s raid team fighting against the Seventh Demon Lord, Azazel, was currently playing…

Meanwhile, Azazel, the star of this “movie” was feeling really aggrieved.

He felt humiliated and mocked.

His mythical power had been sealed, while his mind-control magic that could lead beings into debauchery and corruption was also being suppressed…

Yggdrasill’s sealing were so pervasive that even his basic transformation abilities and powers of intimidation were sealed!

At this moment, the mighty Seventh Demon Lord could do nothing but swing his flaming greatsword, crudely fighting like the most incompetent of warriors!

It was stifling…

Utterly humiliating!

Yet, what bothered him the most wasn’t just this.

What truly infuriated Azazel beyond measure was the attitude these elves were showing.

When he displayed his formidable strength, not only were they not afraid of him at all, but they grew more excited and thrilled instead.

Seeing such gazes made Azazel both incredulous and furious.

Excitement, curiosity, greed, and anticipation…

Those eyes…were the same as someone looking at a prey or a toy!

They actually dared to regard me, a great Demon Lord of Hell as mere prey and a plaything?!

Who did they think they were?!

Perhaps, he could let Yggdrasill get away with having such attitude.

But these wretched ants dared to think they could trample upon him too?!

They would pay dearly for this!

Nonetheless, despite his rage and his powers being restricted to intermediate silver-rank, Azazel still didn’t take these lowly ants seriously.

As an ancient mythical being and a master of universal laws that defines reality, he possessed skills and vision far beyond other creatures, even with his power being restricted.

To him, these ridiculous, greedy, and arrogant elves were nothing more than clowns, like the ones in the human lands.

With another furious roar, Azazel charged at the elves once again as their battle further intensified.

Flames erupted and light ablazed whilst every strike from Azazel unleashed a violent storm of magical fluctuations.

In an instant, lava and flames engulfed the entire demon palace.

Accompanied by cries of “Oh crap!” and screams of agony, one player after another was effortlessly sent flying by Azazel.

Clearly no one could stand directly against the power of the Demon Lord Azazel.

By the time the players realized this, five amongst their team were already severely injured.

Those were the ones who had taken direct hits from the Demon Lord.

They lay on the ground, barely alive, with pixelated wounds and crimson bloodstains everywhere.

Had it not been for the constant barrage of defensive and healing spells cast on each player whenever Azazel attacked, the whole raid team would have already long since died and respawned back to the World Tree.

Watching the elves he had easily knocked down, Azazel sneered coldly to himself.

“Hmph, weaklings.”

He raised his weapon once more, aiming for the gravely injured players…

Seeing this, Ji Gang’s expression changed:

“Don’t hold on any longer! You guys, quickly chant the Goddess’s name and return back to the city!”

…Chant the Goddess’s name and return to the city?

Hearing the elf’s words, Azazel paused for a moment.

However, his hand did not stop moving.

His flaming greatsword came crashing down with terrifying force, aiming directly at the injured players.

With a loud bang, the greatsword slammed directly into the ground, leaving a deep crater over ten meters wide.

“Whoa!”

“Fuck!”

Seeing such devastating attack, the remaining players turned pale, unable to hold back their exclamations.

However, Azazel’s expression darkened.

His attack just now had missed those critically injured elves.

More specifically, just as he was about to tear those ants apart, a spatial energy wave out of nowhere suddenly formed around them and teleported them away in the nick of time.

As a matter of fact, that very familiar aura within those spatial waves made Azazel grit his teeth in fury.

It was Yggdrasill!

It was her doing again!

That obnoxious ancient god who had sealed him here had just saved those ants right as he was about to kill them!

Yggdrasill!

Azazel roared furiously within his heart.

While he seethed with anger, the players quickly regrouped themselves.

“His attack damage is really high! But luckily for us, he’s also really slow. Guys, let’s switch tactics and kite him, while looking for his weak points!”

Ji Gang shouted before adding,

“And if you’ve received a critical injury, don’t hesitate and immediately return to the city! Avoid dying as much as possible!”

“Got it!”

The other players nodded in agreement.

Soon, the twenty players that’s raiding the demon palace shifted their main strategy, circling around Azazel instead.

Seeing these pesky elves change their tactics and start running around him like annoying flies, while occasionally striking him, Azazel grew increasingly agitated.

These damnable elves!

He cursed angrily to himself, swinging his flaming greatsword at them once again.

But this time, the elves actually managed to dodged his attacks, thus he didn’t achieve much.

It was really frustrating.

Azazel felt utterly frustrated.

He still had considerable strength left within him, and none of these elves could withstand his attacks, but this damned seal had greatly restricted his speed!

Moreover, these long-eared pesky creatures, whom he had once dismissed as mere garbage, were actually far more agile than he had initially expected!

After several attempts to chase them down, he only managed to seriously injure one slower elf with the residual flames of his sword.

Meanwhile, the elves’ attacks continued on.

Circling around Azazel, they unleashed their skills one after another when he couldn’t respond fast enough.

Brilliant array of colorful spells and elegant sword techniques intertwined, landing upon Azazel.

Although their attacks were weak and couldn’t harm a being of mythical stature like him, Azazel was shocked to realize that, were pretty useless, his innate demonic power was slowly being drained away!

No…

It was being absorbed!

Somehow, these elves’ skills are imbued with the passive ability to devour his demonic power!

Azazel’s eyes narrowed as he suddenly understood everything…

That Ancient God, Yggdrasill’s plan all along was to use these elves to weaken and drain the demonic power he’s painstakingly accumulating to himself!

On the other side, the players began to notice changes in the boss’s health bar with each strike they landed.

Ji Gang’s eyes lit up.

“He’s finally losing health! We can do it guys! keep attacking him!”

Emboldened by their progress, the raid team became even more persistent in their kiting strategy.

Seeing the irritating elves circling him like flies, Azazel let out a stifled roar within his heart.

Yggdrasill!

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【 THE AGGRIEVED DEMON LORD 】

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