Capítulo 758: Chapter 582: Azazel Rampages (Part 2)
Leader, …
“This instance… has a bug?!”
He widened his eyes.
…
The Demon Maze had a bug!
This news spread among the players like wildfire.
For so reason, Old A, the big boss of the Demon Maze instance that provided job-change scrolls, had gone crazy.
Every ti a player entered the maze, it didn’t fight anymore but instead rushed directly to the player and self-destructed, taking everyone with it…
The power was quite terrifying, and no Demon Palace team could withstand it.
The luckier teams lost half their mbers on the spot, while the unlucky ones were entirely wiped out.
Although the system still registered the disappearance of the boss as a clear, for players, such a clear… was a complete failure.
No experience, no decent rewards.
*Why even bother playing…*
So many Black Iron level players were still waiting to farm job change slots!
As the officially designated scene for dropping job advancent slots, the Demon Maze instance was the hope for many non-lucky players to turn their fortunes around!
In no ti, the whole server of Black Iron players went wild, and the official forum’s feedback channel was flooded with thousands of ssages from players…
All were complaints about the system bug.
Players were all fired up, but the pain of the Seventh Demon God Azazel…
Nobody understood.
Azazel had been very frustrated recently.
*Extrely frustrated.*
As a Demon God, she never thought she would be treated this way by anyone.
Awakened, beaten, sealed.
Then awakened again, beaten again, and sealed again.
Day after day, sotis repeating over ten tis in a single day, she didn’t even know how long this cycle had been going on.
As an ancient Evil God who had been sealed for a thousand years, she even thought that those thousand years of being sealed were not as long as now…
At least back then, you could sleep.
Now, even sleeping was a luxury…
Though myths say gods don’t need sleep, whether it’s needed is one thing, but whether it’s possible is another.
*Not to ntion… the ntal exhaustion.*
Initially, when sealed again by the elves, Azazel was incredibly angry.
Each ti, she fought these elves to the death who ca to seal her.
Especially after knowing she was rely a tool for their entertainnt…
But no matter how much she struggled, no matter how much she raged, her end was always the sa.
Gradually, Azazel beca numb.
*Ti would change everything.*
Even Azazel, under the day-after-day tornt of the elves, gradually beca accustod to the feeling of being tornted.
This legendary Seventh Demon God instead found so joy in the struggle…
*Controlling the demons in the Demon Maze, she took pleasure in taking down these annoying long-eared ones before they reached the core palace of the Demon Maze.*
If these elves couldn’t enter the palace, she could have so peace.
But that was before.
Now, she just wanted so quiet ti…
It all started from the battles with the elves.
Initially, her control over the demons to hold back the elves was quite effective.
But as these elves beca more familiar with the demons and the structure of the Demon Maze, Azazel’s counter-attacks beca increasingly difficult.
Too fast.
The growth rate of these elves was too fast.
The strategies you used once would quickly be mastered by them.
When the next wave of elves ca, you would find it useless…
Azazel seriously suspected these elves had so special ans of communication, able to share intelligence without face-to-face encounters.
But even so, as a Demon God, Azazel remained proud and resilient.
The stronger the elves got, the more stubborn she beca.
She swore she would stop all these guys outside the palace!
Because of this, this tragic Demon Lord gathered a lot of energy, and much of the suffocating feeling from being repeatedly beaten was eased.
It was as if, in the midst of it all, *she had found so value in persisting…*
Originally… it should have been like this.
Until the open beta players arrived…
The Demon Maze was the only instance where there was a chance to drop a silver job change slot.
Before the open beta, this place was a paradise for Black Iron-level players.
After the open beta players reached the max level, it beca even more popular.
So, the problem arose.
In the past, although elves continually surged into the maze, their numbers were ultimately limited.
There weren’t many teams that could find the Demon Maze after so elimination process.
At that ti, Azazel, although harassed incessantly by players, still had ti to catch a breath.
But now… tis had changed.
Most of the first batch of open beta players were already max level, and among the twenty thousand new players in the second batch, the hardcore players had grinded to level 40.
For them, what they most hoped for now was to get a job change slot and advance to silver.
So…
Thousands of players sward into the Demon Maze instance…
The sheer number, like a swarm of locusts, even left Azazel, who was secretly controlling her demon subordinates, stunned.
The delicate balance she barely maintained against the elves with her demon subordinates was broken instantly. The maze’s demons were no match for the endless stream of players…
As the final big boss, Azazel fared even worse. She found herself gradually and entirely reduced to a tool Demon God being hacked repeatedly, often sealed by a group of players one second and hacked by another group the next.
*Endless.*
*This kind of situation would drive anyone insane, no matter how strong-willed, if it continued non-stop for two months…*
“Yggdrasil! You b***h! Bastard! Shaless! I quit this s***!”
Azazel roared angrily in her heart.
She ignored certain words that appeared in her roars, words she had never used before, and subconsciously accepted the tragic fact that she had beco a tool for elven warriors…
Of course, those peculiar words were learned inadvertently during battles with players.
The constantly sealed and hacked Azazel got mad, deciding to give up completely and self-destruct.
She knew these elves absorbed her power through attacking her. Although the absorption wasn’t much, it did exist.
She also knew if these elves perford well, they would receive rewards from Yggdrasil, especially when they sealed her without taking any damage…
So, she decided to take them out with her.
However, she was firmly sealed within the Demon Maze. Even if she self-destructed, it wasn’t a true self-destruction, nor could she rely on suicide for a chance to resurrect on the Hell Plane…
At most, she would just blow up her current body and resurrect at the core of the seal beneath the Demon God Demon Palace in the next second…
But after self-destructing a few tis, Azazel discovered a little benefit by observing the players.
*The realization that these elves could no longer steal her power, nor could they earn rewards from Yggdrasil, brought her a slight satisfaction, making her even more enthusiastic about self-destructing.*
Of course, she subconsciously overlooked the fact that she had, in this process, put herself on relatively equal footing with these elves, treating them and dealing with them as equals…
If it were in the past, whether these weak creatures lived or died, gained benefits or nothing, she wouldn’t care.
The once aloof Demon God, who took pleasure in tempting intellectual beings and gods into corruption, had now reached the twisted point of taking pleasure in vicious strategies against the ants she once considered insignificant, even if it hard her just as much…
*It was pitiful.*
However, just as Azazel was venting her frustrations through self-destruction, a clear and ethereal voice rang in her heart:
“Why do you… bother with all this?”
Upon hearing this voice, Azazel froze slightly, then beca furious:
“Yggdrasil!”
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