Azazel was quite pleased.
Ever since the start of the god-war, he hadn’t been this cheerful.
In the majestic Demon God Palace, the esteed Seventh Demon God held a lon in one hand and a labyrinth guide in the other, grinning as he watched one Evil God after another being tossed in.
Following Belial from the Abyss Myth’s entrance, it was as if so switch had been flipped, and more sealed entities were thrown in.
Inside the palace, Azazel’s gloating voice bood:
"Yo! Isn’t this Valak, Leviathan’s lackey? You’re here too? Why the long face, where’s your legion? Hey, hey, your expression keeps worsening whenever I ntion the legion. Could it be the elves wiped them out?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at who we’ve got here? Isn’t this Andre Anfu, supposedly the most beautiful Evil God in the abyss? What a gorgeous tail feather! Wait, not right—how did half of your tail feather get burnt? Hey hey... it’s all singed and crusty."
"Ahahaha... Isn’t this Stolas? You’re here too! It’s been so many years, and you still haven’t mastered the virtual Divine Domain? Bit of a waste, huh? How has Leviathan not kicked you out of the Demon God Guard yet?"
"Hehehe, I’m so happy! Long ti no see! It’s great to see everyone! All familiar faces!"
"Hey hey hey... What’s with those expressions? Seeing the great Azazel, shouldn’t you all be happy? Daring not to be happy, huh? Andoria, slap their mouths for ! Slap them hard! Hmph!"
"Where’s Leviathan? Why hasn’t Leviathan co in yet? I even saved a few lons for him."
"Oh my! Just my luck! Did that Yggdrasil fellow wipe out Leviathan’s third level of Hell? One after another, how co all his minions are captured? I just want to say... well done!"
"Hehehehehe, besides those bastards Samael and Belusabab, the one I hate most is Leviathan, that octopus with a sullen face!"
The abyss myth entities were thrown into the labyrinth one after another, each one more disheveled.
Azazel grew increasingly delighted at the sight of the unfortunate arrivals.
His boisterous and exhilarated voice echoed throughout the labyrinth.
Soon, the palace was filled with a string of abyss myths with mournful expressions, each one stripped of power, lying on the ground.
They were filled with fear and confusion.
Seeing the influx of unfortunates, Azazel laughed heartily:
"Luria, Alisa, assign them numbers, let them choose their palace. I’m in a good mood today; you can take a week off while the newcors take your place!"
Upon hearing this, Luria, Alisa, Andoria, and the other five abyss myths trembled slightly, their eyes brightening, instantly spirited.
Their mischievous gazes made the new abyss myths shiver.
"A... Azazel, where is this place?"
One of the abyss myths asked nervously.
Azazel glanced at him, speaking aningfully:
"Can’t you tell? It’s naturally your new ho! Don’t worry, hehehe... be good, be nice, sweetie, with all als and lodging included... definitely will make you forget all troubles! Hahaha!"
After speaking, he looked at the increasingly crowded Demon God Palace, his gaze full of mockery:
"Not bad, not bad, seven newcors in one go. The labyrinth will be playful again."
Azazel was very satisfied.
With so many unlucky fellows to accompany him, his discontent was increasingly alleviated.
Though no other demon gods were captured yet, the sheer number of abyss myths exceeded even his sub-god followers during his reign over the first level of Hell.
Indeed, fate truly knows how to joke.
Even at his peak, he never commanded so many Evil Gods!
However, unlike Azazel’s glee, Luria and Alisa exchanged a glance, detecting a hint of fear in each other’s eyes.
To capture so many abyss myths in one swoop...
The Mother of Gods... seed to be growing stronger and stronger.
For a mont, despair spread within them.
With such a powerful presence suppressing the labyrinth...
Do they have any chance to escape?
Recalling the days of suffering not long ago, the two myths couldn’t help but shudder.
If given the chance to choose their most hated race...
Without doubt, they’d pick elves.
If given another opportunity, upon awakening, they wouldn’t provoke the Mother of Gods!
They’d flee far, far away...
But now it’s too late.
Thankfully, with so many newcors at once, they could finally catch a breath.
anwhile, after the new abyss myths were settled in their respective palaces, suddenly... the Triumph Stone Gate bathed in golden light reappeared a quarter hour later.
Azazel’s spirit jolted, instantly sitting up, eyes widening in anticipation for which unfortunate entity was next.
Even the other abyss myths cast their gaze.
In the next mont, a large figure with burnt hair, shattered armor, and weak aura stumbled in.
The snake-shaped head contorted with rage, looked at the slowly vanishing Triumph Stone Gate, trembled as he extended a hand, and cried out in grief and fury:
"Eve——!"
Inside the Demon God Palace, the other abyss myths fell into silence.
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