Chapter 395

The World Tree, which is known for its love of life, nature, and advocacy for peace, was actually devouring the powers of other beings?

And it wasn’t just some run-of-the-mill evil god it was devouring, but actually a high ranking malevolent shadow creature serving under Hödur, the God of Darkness and Shadows!

At that moment, Azazel thought back to those peculiar elves—those merciless killers of the battlefield who reveled in the thrill of slaughter and were even more crazier than his own worshippers.

The World Tree that devours the powers of others…

As well as, it’s elven followers that revel in the profane act of murder…

Azazel was left throughly bewildered.

…What happened while I was slumbering?

Though he was lost in his confusion, the World Tree didn’t stop its actions.

After devouring the power of Darkness, its grotesque tentacle-like roots now turned towards him.

Azazel: “…”

At that moment, he finally realized the World Tree’s real purpose was for ensnaring him in this sealed alternate space.

It wasn’t actually planning to seal him but rather, it intended to consume his power instead!

The World Tree had only just recently reawakened, and it likely wanted to quickly regain its strength by devouring the power of other beings.

Realizing this, Azazel’s expression grew grim.

Although he wasn’t afraid of death, he certainly didn’t want to fall in such a humiliating and miserable manner!

With a furious roar, he tried to implode all the divine power left within his body in one final explosion, with the intention of dragging down the World Tree along with him.

Yet before he could act upon it, a crimson light swiftly shot towards him.

The Withering Heart!

Azazel was horrified.

After completely devouring the Shadow Dragon, this divine artifact was once again able to seal new targets. It needed plenty of lifeforce to be used, but with the World Tree controlling the Divinity of Life, infusing this ominous artifact with lifeforce was a trivial task.

The artifact’s crimson light reached Azazel in an instant.

And with him being suppressed by the World Tree’s Celestial Domain, Azazel was unable to escape its attack range effectively.

Thus, the Seventh Demon Lord could only watch as the ominous light directly pierced into his body, causing his power to plummet almost immediately.

In just a span of seconds, Azazel’s strength fell from meager divine power to demigod, and then from demigod to the peak of the legendary-rank…

Although his divine essence still remained within him and his strength had not fully weakened yet, it felt as though a shackle had been placed upon him, rendering Azazel unable to use any kind of spells.

At the same time, the roots of the World Tree began to move once more as they pierced Azazel’s body in the same manner as they had done with Darkness.

The mind-crushing pain that seemed to reach deeply into his very own soul made Azazel let out a low grunt.

Then, as each roots penetrated more into his body, Azazel felt his stored power rapidly draining away, with his divine power being sucked out at an alarming rate.

His aura dropped at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

In just a few minutes, almost all of Azazel’s divine power had been devoured, leaving him on the brink of death…

For a moment, the face of the unfortunate Seventh Demon Lord turned utterly pale.

He was finished.

This time, he was definitely finished.

As he took a deep breath, Azazel’s expression gradually turned blank and numb.

With the little strength he had left, he merely gazed at the thick roots around him as the flames on his body gradually faded.

“Just kill me.”

Azazel said flatly.

Yet the World Tree’s roots did not react at all.

“Kill me…”

He repeated.

Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, but then a soft sigh reverberated through the surroundings as a cluster of radiant particles began to gather and coalesce before him.

Azazel squinted his eyes, and soon the light particles transformed into a graceful feminine figure right before him.

The figure possessed silvery hair, amethyst eyes, and an astonishingly beautiful appearance.

It was the very same figure that Azazel had been chasing earlier—Evé, the so-called new goddess of life, who was supposedly a subordinate of the Goddess of Death, Hela.

Of course, by now he already realized that it was all a facade.

This entity was clearly an incarnation of the World Tree, Yggdrasill!

And that old ancient being, who had lived for several epochs, had probably already allied with Hela for a long time!

Azazel lifted his head and met her deep gaze.

Her violet eyes held a hint of amusement as she spoke,

“Kill you? So that when you ressurect, you can spread the news of the World Tree’s revival to everyone?”

Eve’s clear and melodious voice carried a touch of mockery within her tone.

Evé had no intention of killing this Seventh Demon Lord.

Although these so-called Seven Lords of Hell could revive themselves infinitely, its overall process takes some considerable time.

Moreover, the more thorough the death they suffered, the longer the revival process would be.

However, that didn’t mean their consciousness would completely slumber before they could complete their full revival.

For a mythical being like Azazel, sending a message was not difficult at all.

Evé believed that if she truly devoured Azazel here, everyone would definitely know about the World Tree’s return in the next instant.

Therefore, this Seventh Demon Lord couldn’t be allowed to die at all!

In fact, using the Withering Heart to seal his power wasn’t just about imprisoning him; it was also a measure to stop Azazel from taking his own life.

In addition, fully devouring Azazel was a one-time deal, something Evé wasn’t interested in.

Instead, a slow but consistent steady gains were far more appealing for her.

As a matter of fact, even before imprisoning Azazel, Evé had already been contemplating on how to effectively utilize his power once she had captured him.

After all, his ability to infinitely revive himself was indeed a kind of broken, cheat-like skill.

In a way, Azazel was like a living, breathing, demonic perpetual motion machine.

Alas, he could only be ressurected in Hell and couldn’t be controlled by Evé.

However, over these past few days, Evé had obtained a considerable amount of information about the Seven Demon Lords of Hell through Hela, and after studying the inheritance left by the previous World Tree, she had made a new discovery.

Based on her findings, it turns out that when these Seven Demon Lords of Hell were sealed, the usual protocol was to beat them halfway to death first to prevent them from escaping.

But no matter how badly they were beaten, they seemed to always remained conscious during the whole sealing process, unlike other mythical beings, who would usually fall into slumber once their power weakened to a certain extent.

And this observation… gave Evé a vague idea.

She suspected that the relationship between the Seven Demon Lords and the realm of Hell was much more intricate than simply enabling them to revive endlessly.

Perhaps this whole infinite revival mechanism they have would passively activate when their power had diminished to the point of near-death.

In other words, while other mythical beings might fall into slumber due to their power being insufficient enough to sustain their consciousness, these Seven Demon Lords of Hell seemed to have the passive ability to draw power from Hell to replenish the minimal energy they need to maintain their consciousness once they are on the brink of dying.

This meant that they could, in theory, continuously acquire power from hell while they were in a stable state of near-death.

Henceforth, from this understanding…

If she sealed most of Azazel’s power, beat him close to the brink of death without actually killing him, and then keeps absorbing the power of Hell he keeps passively acquiring while being in this continuous near death-state, then wouldn’t she be able to essentially create a perpetual power “generator” free of charge?

Eve: “…”

Hmm, this is definitely a great idea and is certainly worth looking into.

Moreover, even if this perpetual power generator idea of hers isn’t really feasible in the end, a stripped-down version of it would still be sufficient enough for her!

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【 JUST KILL ME 】

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