The sound of anger rang in his ears like thunder, shaking his whole body.

All players who entered the palace gate were taken aback.

Then, with the sound of a series of torches lit, the deep darkness was suddenly lit up by a series of blazing fires.

Players find themselves in a huge palace.

The palace is brightly lit, the style is rough, you can see hideous stone carvings everywhere, and there are two rows of huge stone pillars at least twenty or thirty meters high on the left and right sides.

The stone pillars extend to the deepest part of the palace, which is also the highest point in the whole hall, and the steps gradually ascend to a high platform.

On top of the platform, a black statue of a demon stands.

The statue was more than 20 meters high, a sheep and beast body, and its whole body was covered with majestic armor, like a king who ruled the world.

"The voice just came from the statue?"

One player rubbed his pointed ears, which were tingling with the loud noise, and looked in amazement at the deepest statue.

"Huh? This one...... Isn't that what the demon god looked like when the underground world was at war? ”

Soon, someone recognized the identity of the statue.

"That's right, that's our goal, Demon God Azazler!"

Transfiguration Ji Gang perked up and said with some excitement.

And at the same moment, the statue changed.

I saw that the originally black statue suddenly began to be dyed with blood-red lines, exuding a strange light.

The lines spread across the statue, quickly covering its entire body, and eventually turning into flames with a crackling sound.

The flames completely enveloped the demon statue, and at the same time, a palpitating aura suddenly came from the statue.

The blackness faded, and the previously silent statue gradually became more and more moving.

In the eyes of the players, whether they were apprehensive, expectant, excited, or nervous, the statue opened its eyes.

No.

At this time, it is no longer a statue.

He has been transformed into the seventh demon god, Azazel.

"He came back to life! Quick, get ready for battle! ”

Seeing the demon god wake up, the transformed Ji Gang looked solemn, raised his bow and shouted.

Hearing the order of their own leader, the players drew their weapons one after another and entered the battle mode.

The hunter began to wander and lurk, and the archer began to draw his bow and prepare for battle.

The druids and mages chanted incantations and cast buffs on their teammates.

The Flesh Shield Warrior strengthened one defensive skill after another for himself and stood at the front of the team.

Fighting in the field again and again, players have already developed a certain combat habit, and although the number of people in the wasteland group is slightly larger at this moment, everyone's cooperation is still orderly.

At the same moment, new system information appeared in the player's field of vision:

【Ding——】

【WARING! WARING!】

[The seventh demon god Azazel awakens!] 】

[The seventh demon god Azazel awakens!] 】

[Battle Mission: "Seal the Demon God" opens! ] 】

[Description: The demon god Azazel sensed the approach of the creatures and woke up from his slumber......]

In order to prevent Him from breaking free from the seal and causing chaos in the world, we must defeat Him here and return Him to the seal! 】

[Objective: Defeat the Demon God Azazler!] 】

The final mission is here!

Players were dazzled.

Then, as if in response, the torches around the palace suddenly burned even more intensely, illuminating the entire hall in a flickering light and darkness.

At this moment, the tall demon god at the front seemed to be more domineering and intimidating under the reflection of the firelight.

The players looked at Azazel.

Azazler also looked at the player.

On the hideous face of the sheep beast, a cold light flashed in his red eyes.

At the same moment, players can clearly see that a long red strip appears above Azazel's head.

Is that...... Blood trough!

Suddenly, the new background music sounded, passionate and rhythmic.

This music seems to have a strange magic, which makes people can't help but feel the blood boiling all over their bodies when they listen to it, and their fighting spirit is surging, and it seems that they will step on the fierce battlefield in the next second and become a hero who saves the world.

Players felt the adrenaline rush almost instantly.

Their breathing grew heavier, and their eyes were reddened.

At this moment, they feel as if they have become Popeye who has eaten spinach, and it seems that they can easily pinch the whole world.

Shapeshifter Hime just gasped and looked excitedly at the demon god in front of her.

At this moment, only high fighting spirit was left in his heart.

I saw him aim at the demon god, bend his bow and shoot, and at the same time shout at the top of his voice:

"Brothers and sisters! Above! ”

"Kill!"

"Done him!"

At the sound of the order, the players screamed and rushed towards the demon god.

……

"Is this the existence that Yggdrasil sent to reinforce the seal?"

Looking at the ants that were rushing towards him, Azazil was angry.

Humiliate.

This is absolutely *naked* naked humiliation!

Ten elves who have just arrived in silver, and fifteen rookies who are not even silver?

Hell King, the Seventh Demon God, wanted to defeat Him with only a little bit of garbage?

Is this looking down on Him, Azazler?!

Azazler sneered.

He opened his mouth to scold, but he was stunned to find that he could not say anything but snort or roar......

It's a seal!

His heart sank.

At the same moment, however, the hall resounded with a voice familiar to Azazel.

The voice was the same as Azazler's tone:

"Tremble! Suffer death! ”

The voice was vast and vicissitudes, with a hint of pride.

It's just that listening to the ears of this demon god makes him look confused.

Azazel: ???

This...... Not what I said!

He opened his mouth, but soon remembered the words that the damned old god had left behind when he left:

"Three lines of your line is enough."

Azazler: ......

It's Yggdrahir!

It's his bastard!

How dare He play with Himself like that!

When he gets out, he will not let him go!

Azazle trembled with rage.

He glared viciously at the elves who were charging towards him, his expression gloomy.

In any case, those who offend the wrath of the true God must pay the price!

He roared in anger and summoned his flaming greatsword and slashed at them.

And the players' faces changed.

The tank warrior at the front looked stunned.

He let out a long roar, unleashed the two skills of [Unyielding] and [Guardian], and raised his sword to resist.

At the same time, all kinds of protective magic from the druids and mages fell on him.

Azazel's flaming greatsword instantly hit the warrior player's greatsword.

With a loud bang, violent energy fluctuations spread out in all directions.

The warrior player vomited blood, was seriously injured in an instant, and cracked the ground beneath his feet......

However, Azazler's face was even more ugly.

At this time, he realized that his power had been imprisoned to about the silver median.

"Yggtrasil!"

He roared in anger in his heart.