"Where are those bastards? Tell me! Where have those bastards gone?!"

In the Demon God's Maze, Azazel sat on his throne, looking at the demon lord who was summoned by him, looking angry.

The unlucky guy who was summoned was trembling.

He lowered his head and did not dare to look into Azazel's eyes.

"Seven million troops! A total of seven million troops! Even if I have summoned my subordinates a little more recently, there are so many abyss mother nests and wild demons in the plane, don't you know how to replenish the troops?!"

Azazel clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.

Sealed in the Demon God's maze, He could not send any message and could not command his abyss plane remotely.

However, He was able to summon his subordinates from the abyss and know through them the situation of the first level of hell.

Therefore, when the war between gods and demons broke out and the real combat power of the first level of hell was exposed, the pitiful strength instantly scared Azazel.

He knew that his summons would inevitably reduce the number of demons in the army of demons.

But in His calculations, under one plus and one subtraction, there is only a gap of hundreds of thousands at most.

But unexpectedly, the entire demon army disappeared two-thirds!

"Tell me where are people going? If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, you won't think of resting in the palace in the future."

Azazel picked up the summoned demon lord and said in a cold voice.

The demon lord who was just summoned did not understand the meaning of Lord Demon God very much, but He could clearly sense the strong murderous intent on the other party.

"Ah... Lord Azazle..."

He swallowed and said in fear:

"All...all the demons you summoned...none of them came back. Not only that, the lords who left the soul fire in hell were extinguished and completely fell..."

"A demon even discovered that some lords' soul fire had trembling violently before it was extinguished, and seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying..."

"You...you also know that there are not many things that can make us demons scare..."

"So...so it's all spreading in the plane. You want to restore your strength as soon as possible by devouring the power of the demon to escape from difficulties. After summoning, you will cruelly torture the summoned person..."

"Then... then... many lords were afraid that the summons would fall on themselves, so they all fled to the auxiliary plane..."

"Without the lord's replenishment of new soldiers, the legion... the legion will naturally become smaller and smaller under your summons."

Azazel:...

"These cowardly soft boys! Bad guys! Bastards! Wouldn't they catch some wild demons to sacrifice to me and replace the summoning?!"

"Torture? Are they still afraid of torture? Do they know what kind of torture I have suffered?! Ang?!"

"Where are they being fooled by those long ears?! They are clearly enjoying food and service in hell!"

He roared in anger.

As he said that, He snatched the melon handed over by the trembling demon servant and swallowed it with a vicious mouthful.

"Not sweet! You trash! Go and grab some sweet ones back!"

He turned and roared at the demon servant.

The demon servant rolled and crawled out of the palace.

Listening to the roar of the demon god and looking at the demon servant who left in panic, the demon lord felt a little aggrieved:

"You...you didn't say that you can sacrifice the devil to you..."

And...and you look quite moist...

The Demon Lord carefully looked at the magnificent palace around him.

Of course, he whispered in his heart to the last sentence and did not dare to say it.

"You know a hammer! If I could convey the news, would I still be trapped here?! I have long told the gods about Uktrashire's resurrection that they had bitten their dogs!"

Azazel said in frustration.

His expression was very sad and angry.

And when He saw the envious gaze of the demon lord who carefully looked at the surrounding palaces, his mood seemed to improve again.

"Why, do you like it?"

Azazel suddenly laughed.

The Demon Lord was slightly stunned and replied subconsciously:

"Happy...I like...ah no, I don't like..."

Halfway through speaking, He shook his head quickly.

The seventh demon god Azazel hates others' preference for his own things the most.

However, Azazel was not angry.

He glanced at the Demon Lord meaningfully and showed a playful sneer:

"No hurry, you will have it right away."

After saying that, He waved his hand gently and sent the confused new lord into his new home.

After sending the new worker to his post, the smile on Azazler's face quickly dissipated.

Instead, it was a sad face.

"Does the Gods and Demons War..."

He sighed, his eyes struggling more and more.

There are many demons in the abyss, and only a part of them are summoned to become a army by Him.

However, this part is the main force that can resist the Gods Prayer Legion.

Now, the strength of the main force has been greatly reduced, and the remaining unorganized wastes may be difficult to concentrate their efforts to resist the invaders.

Finally, the plane is likely to be broken...

Although Azazel did not believe that the gods could completely conquer hell, nor did they think that they could enter the place where they hid the original source of the plane...

But the gods cannot do it, but the sixth demon Belusaibabu, who takes advantage of the danger, is possible.

When Azazle became more and more uneasy when he thought that his defeated general would take advantage of the situation to rob his army, and find his own plane origin.

If the original core of the first plane is really found by Belusaibabu, then He is no different from proclaiming death.

die……

Thinking of this word, a fear arose inexplicably in Azazel's heart.

For the demon god who can be infinitely resurrected in hell after death, he has not felt this way for a long time...

"Does... do you really want to tell Uktrashire the core of the origin and completely become a prisoner of life and death?"

His expression was deeply entangled.

...

Abyss, the destruction of the wasteland.

The boundless demon rushed towards the city wall condensed by earth and stone like a tide, climbing along the wall, fighting with the gorgeously equipped elves on the wall.

The golden magic defense barrier is like a huge cover, protecting the crooked circular city wall.

If you look closely, you will find that there are circles of circular walls inside the circular walls, like dark gray lines of defense.

As for the center of the city wall, there is a temporary temple, which enshrines a holy statue of the goddess.

Behind the statue of the god is a constantly rotating plane gate, emitting a faint halo.

From time to time, new elves jumped out of them and rushed to the battlefield.

The temple and the city wall were naturally built by players.

However, players do not build layers of defense from the outside to the inside, but advance from the inside to the outside, using earth-attribute magic to expand one city wall after another, and expand the sphere of influence of control.

If you look down from the sky, you will find that the city walls are just expanding concentric circles.

This method of advancement was decided by Eve.

His ultimate goal is not to really rely on players to conquer the entire plane themselves, but to occupy an area in the Destruction Wasteland where His body can come and then advance to powerful divine power.

Once He succeeds in becoming powerful, the situation of the battle will be completely rewritten.

The space-time distortion of the Dead Wasteland, and the flow rate of time is five times that of the Seges world.

It has been a month since the player entered the abyss (the abyss timed), and the demon army has been besieging him for more than a week.

Along the outermost city walls, there were loud fighting sounds one after another, and gorgeous magic bloomed everywhere, and the entire city wall turned into a cruel battlefield.

However, although the number of demons far exceeds the number of elves, the length of the city wall is so long and protected by divine defensive barriers, the demons cannot advance half a step no matter what.

The elves on the city wall seemed to be unable to kill them. After someone died, newcomers would soon be made up from the back, and their strength would be stronger every time...

Of course, the elves were killed and injured, and the losses of the demons were even more exaggerated.
To be continued...