Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 1235 - 803: Azazel’s Betrayal
The menacing heart kept beating, subtly distorting the surrounding space.
If you look closely, you’ll find that the blood vessels of the heart seem to have a deep and eerie light continuously swirling, like blood...
That is the origin power of the Hell Plane.
This heart is Azazel’s life core, also fused with the first layer of hell’s origin, the Hell’s core!
Standing before the heart, Eve gently extended her hand.
She placed her palm over the heart and began to chant the obscure demon language.
It was the spell Azazel conveyed to her by oath, relying on the hell core to temporarily gain control of the Hell Plane.
As Eve chanted, the heart bloomed with dark red light, and its intense beating began to echo throughout the palace.
In that instant, Eve felt herself somehow connected to the heart, as a massive flood of information surged into her mind.
That was information about the first layer of hell.
In this moment, she had briefly become the "master" of the first layer of hell!
However, before Eve could do anything further, an unexpected event occurred.
In Eve’s somewhat surprised gaze, the menacing heart suddenly extended fleshy shoots, spreading along her arm, quickly enveloping most of her body.
The newly acquired control was swiftly seized away, and simultaneously, a familiar aura arose from the heart.
A phantom figure slowly rose, appearing suspended in midair.
That hideous pair of horns and sheep-like head—Azazel.
With a playful glance at Eve, he grinned viciously:
"Lord God, thank you for releasing me."
Eve glanced at the rapidly eroding flesh buds on her body, then swept her gaze over Azazel’s smug face, raising an eyebrow slightly:
"Azazel?"
Azazel laughed heartily:
"Hahaha! Surprised, aren’t you? I left a trick in my core when I left Hell Plane tens of thousands of years ago. If anyone touches it and attempts to seize control of the plane, my forced resurrection is triggered! This is the power of the Abyss’s origin, no one can stop it!"
Eve frowned.
She sensed the situation in the Segis World’s Demon Maze and found that Azazel in the palace had indeed perished automatically, turning into a pool of blood, causing chaos among the demons in the palace...
"Are you betraying me?"
She murmured softly.
"Hey, Yggdrasil, you really have regressed the longer you live, wouldn’t truly believe a demon’s allegiance, would you?"
Azazel taunted.
His grin grew more sinister:
"I really must thank you... If Belusabab and the others had come, relying on their understanding of the hell core, they might have seen through my trick... If the gods arrived, they might have chosen to destroy the core outright, robbing me of the chance to resurrect..."
"Only you... haha, would give me such a surprise."
Facing Azazel’s triumphant gaze, Eve’s expression flashed a trace of disappointment.
She sighed secretly:
"It seems I was self-delusional."
"No, it’s called stupidity!"
Azazel roared with laughter.
After laughing, he snarled viciously:
"Yggdrasil, after keeping me sealed for so long, today I’ll reclaim with your avatar!"
With that, Azazel roared in anger, lunging towards Eve, who was engulfed in disappointment as he devoured her...
The next second, flames engulfed the entire palace.
Outside the space harboring the Hell’s core.
Suddenly, a crimson light burst through the sky, and the volcano erupted violently.
A chilling aura slowly rose...
The clouds churned, the earth trembled, accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, a gigantic horned demon peeled open the volcano mouth, appearing on the battlefield.
His height nearly a thousand meters, shrouding the sky.
Upon his appearance, the entire first layer of hell’s clouds churned, lightning flashing and thundering, seemingly welcoming the return of their king...
At the same time, all demons born in the first layer of hell, or those who pledged allegiance to the Seventh Demon God, felt an inexplicable palpitation in their hearts, a fear indescribable by words surfacing...
Seeing and sensing that unsettling force, players already engaged in battle with demons couldn’t help but glance behind, their eyes widening in astonishment:
"Old A?"
That exaggerated height couldn’t reveal his entire form, but with their understanding of a certain Demon God, they recognized him through partial details...
After all, it’s hard to count how many rounds they’ve engaged already.
Seemingly hearing the cries of ants below, Azazel slowly lowered his head.
The tall figure, sharp ears, luxurious gear, and that cheeky smile.
That nightmare-like presence making the thousand-meter-tall demon aura pause, nearly shivering.
Especially the terrifying number...
But quickly, he realized, the current self was no longer his past self.
By instinctively fearing, Azazel felt ashamed and furious.
The scenes of humiliation by elves during his sealed times flashed through his mind, his heart ablaze with anger.
Looking at the players, Azazel’s eyes glinted with bloodlust.
He let out a vicious laugh, ready to kill those vile creatures, but pausing as a thought crossed his mind.
"No, merely killing you once is too lenient, I want you to live in agony... I will establish an Elf Maze in the Hell Plane, making you taste the ’joy’ of being used as mere tools to farm!"
