Andoria was a bit dazed, looking around the palace decorations with eyes full of envy.
But the other two Evil Gods and Azazel sitting on the throne exchanged glances, and their expressions instantly froze on their faces.
For a mont, the entire palace plunged into silence, and the atmosphere was eerie.
Azazel squinted at the stiff expressions of Luria and Alisa, and suddenly burst out laughing:
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Look who it is! Isn’t this the great Fallen Angel and the enchanting Pain Queen?"
Then, his expression turned ferocious, sneering:
"Surprised, aren’t you? We’ve t again! How co? Even you two have a day like this!"
"Uh... Lord Azazel, um... long ti no see, your complexion seems quite good..."
Luria chuckled awkwardly.
"Good my foot!"
Hearing Luria’s words, Azazel cursed with twisted features.
He couldn’t help but reach out his hand, full of resentnt:
"Do you know how I’ve been through these years? Do you?! Huh?!"
"You don’t know!"
"In your hearts, there’s only yourselves!"
Feeling the sealed yet stronger power radiating from Azazel, Luria and Alisa’s expressions slightly changed:
"Well... Lord Azazel, listen to us, that day was really just a beautiful accident... actually we..."
"Accident my ass! You deceitful and scheming bastards! I was blind, losing luck for eight lifetis to believe your nonsense!"
Azazel cursed, effortlessly using Blue Star phrases.
Then, a sinister smile gradually appeared on his face:
"You like to run, don’t you? Well, in the coming days, I’ll certainly satisfy your liking, let you run to your heart’s content..."
Facing Azazel’s expressionless smile, Luria and Alisa’s expressions froze.
In their hearts, a vague sense of foreboding grew.
At this mont, Andoria looked up excitedly, touched the demon statue in the palace lovingly, and asked naively:
"Where is this?"
Azazel:...
Luria:...
Alisa:...
The Seventh Demon Lord squinted at the Unihorn Duke, laughed aningfully, and said:
"Don’t rush, this will be the place where your dream begins."
"Hehehehehe, welco everyone... to the Demon Maze!"
...
Having thrown the three Abyss Myths to Azazel, Eve no longer paid much attention.
For several years now, Azazel had completely beco the instance BOSS and the scheming planner, unable to leave as long as Eve remained in control of the Demon Maze’s ultimate control and sealing power, working obediently.
Recently, with players flooding in, Eve noticed the shortage in the Demon Maze, and attracting three Evil Gods indeed ca tily.
Perhaps these three might not last as long against players as Azazel, but they were still Evil Gods, with Azazel continuously providing Abyss power, they could indirectly beco semi-perpetual machines.
Entertaining players was one aspect, constantly providing Divine Power was another.
Returning to the Divine Country, this ti, Eve did not enter the temple.
He ca to the world tree projection beyond the center of the Divine Country.
Dazzling light flickered, an imposing figure descended, and Eve appeared here in the guise of an incarnation.
Once he appeared, in the dense forests below, an ghostly figure slowly erged.
They bore a faint halo, dressed in various clothing styles, their outstanding appearances and pointed ears revealing their identity.
As they gathered, densely packed, they arrived at Eve’s incarnation’s feet, worshipping God reverently.
From a distance, it seed like there were tens of thousands.
They were Elf Prayer rgers.
Looking at these ghostly figures, a trace of complexity flickered in Eve’s eyes.
Devout and excellent believers during their living days would return to their God’s realm after death, obtaining rebirth and eternity in the God realm.
This was the Prayer rger.
They prayed day and night in the Divine Country, providing faith to the True God, and during divine wars, they would also participate as the army of the True God.
One could say, the Prayer rger was one of the ultimate cards in divine war of the True God of Faith, also the main force of Divine Country divine war.
The existence of nurous Prayer rgers, along with the Divine Power stored within the Divine Country, allowed so weak or faint Divine Power True Gods to barely hold out for a long ti against moderately or strongly powered foes.
Since Eve’s revival, his Divine Country sporadically added so Prayer rgers, but the numbers had never exceeded a thousand.
And these in front weren’t strangers, but the Yan Sha Tribe and those Frost Elves who died at Sorrow Cliff.
At this mont, Eve rembered the self-sacrificing figure once more.
Uria, Child of the Earth...
Like Oros, he ultimately chose to sacrifice his life, fulfilling his people.
Recalling the chanical calling of his figure at Sorrow Cliff, Eve’s emotions grew more complex.
Having inherited the World Tree’s legacy, Eve also inherited part of his emotions; although the fragnted mories offered little understanding of this Demigod, Eve’s mood grew lancholic.
Unfortunately, like Oros, Uria left no Divine Soul, having completely vanished into nothingness.
Everything of him had entirely rged with these Prayer rgers.
Looking at these Prayer rgers worshipping him, Eve was filled with thoughts.
According to normal procedures, they would live in his Divine Country, slowly forgetting their worldly mories until, after a long ti, rging with him.
anwhile, they would, during his future divine wars against other myths, and possibly in the upcoming divine-demon wars, beco his battle legion.
Yet, in Eve’s mind, images from Cyber’s perspective of those Frost Elves who died just before dawn with longing and regret for their holand flashed.
For worldly life, the Divine Realm was indeed heaven-like.
However, it was never their holand.
Eve’s gaze slowly scanned over the Prayer rgers, sinking into silence.
As the Goddess of Life, he certainly had more than one option.
Thinking of this, he sighed:
"Devout children."
"I see the longing for ho and family in the eyes of many of you..."
"Now, I offer you two choices."
"One is to live easily here as my Prayer rgers, fighting against enemies as my warriors."
"The other is to erase mories within the Divine Country, and to resurrect in the Segis World."
"But, I must remind you that your souls are extrely weak, resurrection will surely inflict so degree of injury."
"To minimize the damage to your soul upon resurrection, you will have a body identical to your forr self, and your remaining lifespan will not change much."
"And once again upon death, returning as Prayer rgers, your existence will be shorter than other Prayer rgers..."
"Now, those who wish to stay in the Divine Country, remain still, those wanting to return to the Segis World, step forward..."
After hearing Eve’s words, the Prayer rgers stirred with excitent.
Monts later, after bowing reverently to Eve, about an eighth of the Prayer rgers stepped forward.
Most were the deceased Frost Elves, with a few Yan Sha Elves.
It’s understandable if you think about it.
The Yan Sha Elves had passed for more than two thousand years, with little attachnt left.
But Frost Elves were different.
Despite nearly thirty thousand falling at Sorrow Cliff, most returned to the Segis World eventually.
They, in their hearts, still held many regrets.
Viewing those Prayer rgers who made their choice, Eve smiled warmly:
"I understand."
Having said that, he gently waved his hand, those choosing resurrection vanished from the Divine Country.
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