Chapter 412


    A furious voice echoed through the air like a thunderp that shook everyone to their core, sending shivers down their spines.


    All the yers who had entered the pce gate immediately froze upon hearing it, clearly startled by the sudden outburst.


    Momentster, the sound of torches being lit one after another in quick session echoed through the vicinity, as the deep darkness which fully epassed the whole area was abruptly pierced by their zing mes.


    With their sight finally restored, the yers found themselves standing before a massive structure.


    Whaty in front of them was an imposing pce, brightly lit and marked by rugged, sinister-looking architectural style.


    Its edifice was covered in fierce stone carvings, and two rows of towering stone pirs lined up on either side, each reaching about 20 to 30 meters in height.


    Each pir stretched to the farthest reaches of the pce, leading to the highest part of the hall—a series of steps that ascended to a grand tform.


    And atop this high tform stood an eye-striking ck statue of a demon.


    This particr statue stood over 20 meters tall, featuring a goat’s head over a humanoid body d in imposing armor, which evoked the image of a sovereign king who dominated the world.“Did that voice just now came from that statue?”


    A yer in the team rubbed their pointed ears, still buzzing from the thunderous voice, and looked curiously at the statue in the deepest part of the hall.


    “Wait…? Doesn’t this statue look really simr to that Demon Lord that appeared near the end of the Underground War?”


    “You’re right! It’s probably the main boss of this dungeon—Demon Lord Azazel!”


    Ji Gang eximed energetically whilst brimming with excitement.


    As if on cue, the statue began to transform.


    Its original smooth ck surface soon became marred with numerous blood-red streaks that glowed rather ominously.


    Seconds passed and these crisscrossing crimson veins immediately began to spread across the entire figure, crackling as they burst into roaring mes.


    Soon, the statue waspletely engulfed in an infernal ze and a chilling aura began to emanate from it.


    Then, as its ckened surface gradually faded away, the once lifeless statue grew increasingly animated, with its form shifting as though it were awakening from a long slumber.


    Amidst the yers’ anxious, eager, excited, and tense gazes, the demonic statue finally opened its eyes.


    —No.


    At this moment, it was no longer just a mere statue.


    By now, it had transformed into the Seventh Demon Lord, Azazel.


    Seeing the dungeon boss finally awakening, Ji Gang’s expression grew stern as he raised his bow and shouted,


    “That statue actually came to life! Everyone, get ready for battle!”


    At their guildmaster’smand, everyone in the team swiftly unsheathed their respective weapons, each bracing themselves for the impending fight.


    The hunters began to stealthily positioned themselves into advantageous positions, while the archers readied their bows.


    Meanwhile, the druids and mages at the rear chanted spell after spell, casting buffs upon their teammates.


    At the forefront, the tanks activated their skills one after another as they formed a defensive line at the front of the group.


    Through countless battles they had fought beforehand, each member of the team by now had already honed theirbat skills to a proficient degree and developed solid coordination habits.


    And even though the raid team was muchrger than how they usually operate, with more members than they were ustomed to coordinating, their synergy still remained intact.


    At the same time, a new system notification appeared within every yers’ field of view:


    【? 】


    【<strong>WARNING! WARNING!】</strong>


    【The Seventh Demon Lord Azazel has awakened!】


    【The Seventh Demon Lord Azazel has awakened!】


    【<strong>Battle Quest</strong>: “Seal the Demon Lord” has begun!】


    【<strong>Quest Description</strong>: Demon Lord Azazel has sensed the presence of the living in his territory and has awakened from his slumber…】


    【To prevent him from breaking free of his seal and wreaking havoc upon the world of the living, you must defeat him and return him back to his prison!】


    【<strong>Quest Objective</strong>: Defeat the Demon Lord Azazel!】


    The yers’ eyes lit up.


    The formal dungeon quest had finally arrived!


    Suddenly, as if responding to the system, the torches around the pce red up even more intensely, casting flickering shadows throughout the grand hall.


    At that moment, the towering figure of the Demon Lord appeared even more imposing amidst the glow of the ominous torchlight.


    The yers looked up at Azazel, the Demon Lord, who returned their gaze with an intensity that was almost palpable.


    A gleam of cold light then shed across the crimson eyes of the ferocious goat face, adding to the aura of malevolence that surrounded him.


    At the same time, the yers clearly saw a red health bar materialized right above Azazel’s head.


    It was… his health bar!


    At the same time, new background music suddenly red in their ears.


    The passionate and rhythmic music seemed to possess a strange power, making the yers’ blood surge with excitement, as if they were about to step onto a battlefield and be heroes tasked with saving the world.


    In an instant, each yers within the Autobots raid team felt their adrenaline skyrocket like never before.


    Their breathing grew heavier, and a faint red gleam appeared within their eyes.


    At that moment, they felt like Popeye after eating a spinach, capable of crushing the entire world with ease.


    Ji Gang gasped with excitement, his eyes fixed on the Demon Lord.


    At this point, his heart was only filled with nothing but the burning desire for battle.


    He aimed his bow at the Demon Lord, fired an arrow, and shouted at the top of his lungs:


    “Brothers and sisters, Let’s go!”


    “Kill him!”


    “Let’s finish this!”


    At hismand, everyone in the team roared and charged toward the Demon Lord.


    <em>Is this lot what Yggdrasill sent to reinforce the seal?</em>


    Azazel’s heart burned with rage as he watched the pitiful ants charge at him.


    Humiliation.


    This was nothing short of tant humiliation!


    <em>She actually only sent mere ten newly ascended silver-ranked elves, and fifteen rookies who hadn’t even reached silver-rank? </em>


    <em>He, the mighty King of Hell, the Seventh Demon Lord, was being challenged by such pitiful trash? </em>


    <em>Did she really think this was enough to defeat him?</em>


    Azazel let out a cold, mockingugh.


    He opened his mouth to shout curses at them, only to realize with shock that he could do nothing but growl and snarl.


    To his bewilderment, he couldn’t get any of his words toe out, no matter how hard he tried to vocalize himself.


    <em>The seal! </em>


    His heart sank.


    But at that very moment, a voice echoed through the hall—a voice all too familiar to Azazel.


    The tone and cadence were very eerily identical to his own:


    “Tremble! Prepare to die!”


    The voice was lofty and grand, with an air of ancient arrogance.


    But to Azazel, it was truly baffling.


    Azazel: “???”


    <em>That… wasn’t me! </em>


    <em>I didn’t said those words! </em>


    He opened his mouth yet again, only to recall a certain phrase left by that damned ancient god before departing:


    “Three lines are all you need.”


    Azazel: “…”


    <em>Yggdrasill! </em>


    It was definitely the work of that wretched bitch!


    She had actually dared to toy with him like this!


    Once he broke free from this prison, he would definitely show her no mercy!


    Azazel trembled with rage, his entire body shaking.


    He cast a vicious re at the elves charging toward him, his expression dark and foreboding.


    No matter what, those who dared to defy the wrath of divine beings like him would pay a heavy price!


    With a furious roar, he summoned his ming greatsword as he brought it down upon the yers with devastating force.


    The sheer intensity of the attack was almost palpable, and the yers’ faces turned pale in the face of such overwhelming power.


    Nevertheless, one of the tank at the front steeled his expression. He let out a long shout, activating both [Unyielding] and [Guard] skills.


    Raising his sword high, he braced himself to block the iing assault, determined to protect his teammates.


    At the same time, the druids and mages at the back cast a flurry of protective spells, enveloping the tank inyers of magical shields.


    Azazel’s ming greatsword came crashing down, its fiery edge mming into the warrior’s de with a resounding sh.


    The force of the impact reverberated through the battlefield, sending shockwaves through the air as the protective spells flickered and strained against the tremendous power of the demon lord’s weapon.


    The tank coughed up blood and was instantly injured severely, as numerous cracks spread across the ground beneath his feet…


    Yet, despite this, Azazel’s expression darkened even further.


    It was only now that he realized his power had been restricted down to roughly that of an intermediate silver-rank.


    <em>Yggdrasill!</em>


    He roared in fury and frustration within his mind.


    — <strong>412</strong> —


    <strong>【 THE FURIOUS DEMON LORD </strong>】 <hr>


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