Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 1212 - 791: Choice_2

He slightly loosened his fist, stopped speaking, and headed towards the exit of the cave.

"Where are you going?"

Surt looked at his back and asked.

Imhettel paused, speaking gruffly:

"Segis... continent."

Surt was taken aback.

He looked at the Titan Giant with a complicated expression:

"I told you, you no longer need to search for the Elf."

The Titan Giant did not reply. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Surt sighed and handed him the other half of the Divine Power Crystal:

"Take this..."

"No need."

Imhettel shook his head and walked out of the cave.

Surt hesitated, his hand stopped mid-air.

The Titan Giant’s figure gradually vanished, and he looked at the Divine Power Crystal in his hand, sighing gently.

Turning around, Surt looked at the continuously rotating Plane Gate.

He hesitated for a moment, reached out his hand.

However, just when he touched the Plane Gate, it burst with purple lightning, carrying earth-shattering power, directly repelling his hand...

In the next moment, the entire Plane Gate slowly closed.

"Still won’t work...?"

Surt was somewhat disappointed.

He clenched his fists tightly, mumbling with some reluctance:

"Lord Guy..."

"Can the Goddess of Life truly bring no change?"

...

Angry roars flickered in the palace, causing gasps of surprise.

Players, their bodies glowing with various magic buffs, darted around, continuously ambushing the Demon God over ten meters tall.

The drop-like attacks fell on the snake-headed human-bodied Demon God, each move treacherous.

Especially the back, around where the behind was, receiving special attention.

The captain of the strategy group stood afar, watching the battlefield while excitedly shouting:

"Quick! He can’t hold much longer! Poke his butt! The official strategy states his butt is wounded! Stab him!"

Hearing the captain’s words, the players collectively exhaled and approached the Demon God’s rear.

A warrior player roared, wielding a three-meter-long, black and thick spear, and thrust it fiercely into the Demon God’s back.

"Roar..."

The Demon God let out a painful wail, eyes filled with shock and anger.

His veins bulged, wanting to crush the ants that provoked him, but the next moment, his body grew heavier.

With a suffocated angry roar, his body gradually became illusory, eventually turning into smoke, returning to the Demon God statue in the palace.

"Hahaha! We won!"

Seeing the rewards appearing on the ground, the players cheered joyfully.

"Hahaha! Lost again!"

Watching the scene in the crystal ball, Azazel laughed heartily.

The demons serving him, seeing the scene in the crystal ball, shivered collectively.

They felt a chill underneath and quickly tucked their tails.

After taking a bite of the sweet melon, Azazel wiped the crystal ball, players got teleported out of the palace, and the Demon God statue activated again, reverting to the form of a Demon God.

It was precisely the second Samael.

Looking at the sorrowful and indignant appearance, Azazel had a mischievous satisfaction on his face:

"Hehehe... Samael, how do you find the official strategy prepared for you?"

His voice echoed in Samael’s palace.

"Roar——!"

Upon hearing the voice, Samael shouted angrily.

"Stop yelling! I won’t give you a chance to deliver your lines, hahaha!"

Azazel laughed.

After laughing, he turned off the scene, swallowing the sweet melon in one gulp:

"Satisfying! Delightful!"

Stretching out a hand to the serving demon, he said:

"Another piece!"

As soon as he said it, a slender, pale hand reached over from the side, placing a piece of melon in Azazel’s hand.

Azazel nodded in satisfaction, ready to pop it into his mouth, but quickly realized something was off and hurriedly looked to his side.

Beside him, Eve was looking at him with a playful smile.

Azazel’s smile froze on his face.

He jumped up from the throne as if his tail had been stepped on, trembling as he looked at Eve, stumbling over his words:

"Ygg... no... I mean... Lord... Lord God! Why... why are you here?!"

Saying this, he hurriedly vacated the throne, giving a demon nearby a hard kick:

"What are you standing there for? Quickly, offer the Lord God some melon!"

Watching Azazel’s sudden change after revealing the Hell core to him, Eve’s expression was a bit strange.

He gently shook his head, sat on the throne, crossed one leg over the other:

"No need, let them leave."

"Hurry up and scram!"

Azazel gave the demon another kick.

The demons, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly rolled away...

"Pfft..."

Eve was amused by this comical scene.

Seeing his smile, Azazel breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Eve collected his smile and said:

"Recently, there have been many Chosen Ones coming to the Demon Maze; you’ve worked hard."

Hearing Eve’s words, Azazel was slightly taken aback.

"Lord God..."

For a moment, his emotions were unexpectedly complex, and deep inside, he felt a bit moved.

But soon, the Lord of the Demon Maze reacted...

Wait a minute...

Why did I suddenly have such thoughts?!

It was Yggdrasil who captured me to work here!

He even tricked me into spilling all my secrets!

He clearly acts more like a demon than I do!

Shaking his head vigorously to dispel certain feelings even a Demon God would fear, Azazel’s expression changed several times.

But soon, as if thinking of something, he hesitated, then looked at Eve, cautiously yet expectantly asking:

"Um... Lord God."

"About the core of my Hell, how far have you progressed?"

Eve glanced at him and said:

"I came to see you just for this matter."

Saying so, he shifted his sitting position:

"Azazel, do you really not know any other direct way to reach the core of the first layer of the Hell Plane?"

"Think carefully, if I were to send an army from the edge of Hell, it would take at least two or three months, and a lot can happen in that time."

After these words, Eve calmly looked at Azazel.

This matter had been considered for a long time, initially planning to enter the Hell Plane in the most cumbersome way, but after chatting with Surt, he heard some interesting news from this ancient god.

In even more distant history, when the Abyss first emerged, the demons sent demon armies to attack the Segis World multiple times, each time arriving directly from the Abyss and departing in a grand manner even when leaving.

Hearing Eve’s words, Azazel was slightly stunned.

Then, as if something occurred to him, his expression became somewhat conflicted.

But finally, the Seventh Demon God could only let out a long sigh, saying with a bitter smile:

"Lord God..."

"You must believe me, now more than anyone else I wish for you to find the core of the first layer of Hell..."

"I do have another method, but that method... absolutely cannot be told to you, not... it’s not that I can’t, but rather impossible, if I tell you, then... I would no longer need to exist."

Azazel let out a long sigh.

Hearing his words, Eve raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly in deep thought.

He was struck by inspiration, recalling a conversation with the Dwarven God of Forging a few days ago, noting the other party’s sentiment:

"I never thought the Demons could really open the Abyss Channel despite the closure of the Segis World Plane... It seems the rumors are true, there might be an even more powerful will controlling everything behind the Abyss..."

The will of the Abyss...

Eve pondered.