CHAPTER 891: CHAPTER 640: DHARMA’S SWORD (PART 2)

It seemed like something had crossed her mind, and Eve couldn’t help but curl the corner of her mouth.

Of course, she could also understand that even if Dorfte knew there was a True Divine Artifact here, he probably wouldn’t be able to obtain it.

This is the Elf Forest, territory of the former World Tree a thousand years ago, and ordinarily, no one would dare to cause trouble here.

Moreover, the Segis World has been sealed for a millennium, so Dorfte couldn’t come even if he wanted to, not to mention that the Sub-god Uller from the War God’s pantheon is watching closely on the side.

As for now...

The Elf Forest is Eve’s territory.

She is stronger than both the Dwarves and the God of Forging.

Feeling quite pleased, Eve put away Dharma’s Sword.

Then, she glanced at the now empty Titan Tomb after her pillaging, and fell into contemplation.

"I should leave something for the players... otherwise, it might kill their enthusiasm a bit."

She muttered to herself.

With that thought, Eve waved her large hand and summoned chest after chest of gold pounds and jewels, placing them around the tomb.

These were all offerings players made to her, used to exchange for contribution points, and now it was kind of a "return to the original owner."

Then she looked at the stone coffin, took it away too, and manifested a more luxurious but much smaller stone coffin back in the place with divine power in the Divine Country.

Next, Eve fabricated a skeleton using life divine power, placed it inside, set it to self-destruct upon opening the coffin using Divine Arts, and dressed it in Divine Artifact equipment players acquired from the broken Divine Country.

Of course, they were all Sub-artifacts of the Golden Rank, merely repaired by Eve.

Having done all this, Eve contemplated for a moment, then looked around:

"Lacking a Guardian, it’s missing the essence of a final challenge..."

Thinking of this, she waved her hand again, sketching lightly in the air.

With her movement, a golden brilliance gathered in the air, expanding and transforming into a mirror.

The scene in the mirror grew clearer, revealing Azazel’s figure.

This great Seventh Demon God was lounging in the final palace of the Demon Maze, indulging in the players’ loot of dried roast meat and ale, while a few Great Demons fawned upon and served her...

Before her, there was a large crystal ball, reflecting the images of players active in various parts of the Demon Maze.

And Azazel would occasionally chuckle sinisterly, manipulating the demons through the crystal ball to pester the players, or throwing them into the palaces of demon monarchs she disliked, allowing those unfortunate souls to enjoy the "attention" of the players...

Eve: ...

Goodness, this self-respectable Demon Lord has completely become a maze boss.

Watching her spirited expression, Eve couldn’t help but recall a certain popular phrase from an old era on the Blue Star Network:

Life is like that thing, if you can’t resist, then learn to enjoy it...

Although Eve had never thought this analogy appropriate, at this moment, seeing the Seventh Demon God, Stockholm Azazel, she found it quite fitting for her.

"Having fun, are we..."

Eve’s voice penetrated the void, transmitting to Azazel.

Hearing this familiar voice tinged with some teasing, the mighty Demon God’s smile froze instantly.

She shivered, spilling ale all over her trousers.

Then, she slightly trembled, chased all the Great Demons serving her out of the palace, and quickly stashed away the ale and roast meat, putting on a lofty front, she said:

"Yggdrasil, what... what do you want now?"

Though she tried to maintain a nonchalant demeanor, the ale on her armor, the poorly hidden roast meat, and the residual guilty tone along with a gaze that couldn’t quite hide her apprehension betrayed her uneasy heart...

Poor thing.

Her power sealed away, and she had to bear the constant siphoning of the Power of the Abyss by the great Goddess through various means. Every encounter with Eve brought new troubles, an encounter reaction had become reflexive at this point.

"Don’t be nervous, I just need you to do a little something."

Seeing Azazel on emotional alert, Eve chuckled softly and said.

"Hmph! Yggdrasil! Don’t insult me with that tone!"

Azazel retorted angrily.

Though seemingly angered, her demeanor couldn’t help but look as if she had sighed in relief.

Eve did not dwell on trivialities.

She gave Azazel a glance and said:

"Summon some demons unfamiliar to the elves for me. They don’t need to be too strong, Golden Rank is enough. By human aesthetics, they should be flashy in shape, gigantic in size, and commanding in presence... Preferably with Titan Giant bloodline."

"Human aesthetics? Titan Giant bloodline?"

Azazel mumbled.

"What’s wrong... unwilling to do it?"

Eve slightly increased her voice.

Azazel: ...

She glanced at Eve’s unfathomable expression, recalling her own miserable past years, she shivered involuntarily.

Subsequently, the Demon Lord snorted softly, reluctantly replied:

"Just demons with Titan bloodline, hmph... I, I’ll summon them..."

The Titan Giant lineage also exists within some demons.

Although rare, it wasn’t difficult for a Demon God to find.

Seeing Azazel caving in, Eve temporarily eased some of her summoning restrictions, and the Demon Lord promptly obeyed, summoning three high-ranked demons that ordinary people would find quite agreeable in appearance.

All were of Golden Rank.

Also, from a human viewpoint, they were quite imposing, and like Titans, they had enormous statures.

"Not bad."

Gazing at their flashy shapes and still somewhat bewildered faces, Eve nodded slightly.

Alongside, she lightly beckoned, summoning these demons into the tomb.

"Hmph, anything else?"

Seeing Eve collected the demons, Azazel said with a stiff face.

"Nothing more, continue playing with the Chosen Ones."

Eve replied.

With that, she dismissed the "mirror" before her.

Azazel in the Demon Maze was stunned, then became furious:

"What do you mean playing with the Chosen Ones? Those puny insects?! Yggdrasil, you’re insulting the mighty Demon God!"

Of course, it was mere impotent rage...

After growling angrily twice, seeing that Eve had truly severed their connection entirely, this mighty Demon Lord, forced into being a wage slave, sighed with relief in secret while redirecting her undissipated wrath onto exploring players...

As for the method, naturally, it involved increasing the number and frequency of demon attacks on player teams.

...

Back on the other side.

The three high-ranked Golden Rank demons were swiftly transported by Eve into the chamber.

Then, she casually restricted their powers and sealed their movements, positioning them around the stone coffin in three directions.

Precisely where the three Bone Dragons originally stood guard.

In a sense, it served to replace the Bone Dragons, solving the issue of the final boss of the challenge, didn’t it?

Of course, the demons’ power seals were nearly permanent, as any higher power would be too challenging for players, even if they managed, the effort wouldn’t be worth the reward.

Yet their mobility was liberally set, so once players reached the chamber, their movements would naturally unlock...

Thereon, it was game time for the players.

Using a little ingenuity to "redesign" the tomb, Eve nodded in satisfaction.

This trip had been fruitful.

The remaining soup would be left for the players to sip, ultimately, the resources will grow on them.

With everything settled, Eve gazed deeply at the tomb one last time, then transformed back into the wind and departed.

However, just as she reached the corridor beyond the tomb, she sensed two major groups of players nearby, each averaging Silver Rank in strength...

Among them were a few familiar faces.