A demon that gave off a terrifying feeling of infinite sublimity appeared in the middle of Anzurgon's throne.
The supreme demon was wearing an extremely gorgeous black robe embroidered with complex golden stripes, covering its mysterious body.
The Flying Squirrel's race was the Ruler of Death, and his appearance was that of a skeleton.
The supreme demon that appeared in front of him also had a human form, but it was completely different from a human.
His body was formed by almost tangible pitch-black flames. Rather than calling him a living creature, it was more like a humanoid form of pitch-black flames.
However, this suited the Anziurgon members 'Alien race.
The information of the strongest person in the world quickly appeared in Flying Squirrel's mind.
As the Great Demon King who had won the world championship five times in a row, apart from obtaining the world-class item that was ranked first in the final round, Zaratul had also received official rewards for his other championships.
For example, unique races, unique occupations, and so on.
Flying Squirrel remembered that Zaratul's race was the Demon of Age, and his class was Demon God Level 10 and Human Final Trial Level 10.
Although Flying Squirrel had no idea what the final trial of humans was, he was still confused.
Just like his race, many of Zaratul's abilities were related to aging.
However, although this ability was strong, it also had its flaws.
That was a huge discount for the undead race. After all, dead creatures should not age again, which was very reasonable.
As the Ruler of Death, the Flying Squirrel was a standard undead race, but even so, the Flying Squirrel didn't feel that it had any chance of fighting Zaratul.
Grasping many abilities related to aging would make people subconsciously think that he was a mage, but in fact, Zaratul was an extremely powerful warrior.
In other words, he was a dual cultivator. Putting aside the group battle, in a one-on-one battle, no one in Yggdrasills was his match.
The title of five-time world champion was no joke.
What was a little strange was that Zaratul's race was the Demon of Agility, but it wasn't classified as a fiendish species, but an undying species.
The members of the guild had once joked that perhaps the Yggdrasills system thought that Zaratul's ability was effective against them.
In order to avoid an awkward situation where he died before killing the other party, he was probably classified as an undying species.
Xi Xiang looked helplessly at the dazed skeleton and couldn't help but say,"
"Flying Squirrel, are you finally suffering from dementia? Has Alzheimer's disease started to spread among young people? What are you thinking about?"
Flying Squirrel finally regained his senses after hearing Xi Xiang's words.
The skeleton, which gave off a terrifying first impression, touched its big bald head and said in a silly manner,""…Ah, sorry, sorry. I was thinking about something just now and was a little distracted.”
Hearing Xi Xiang's familiar voice and teasing words again, Flying Squirrel felt as if he had returned to the time when Anziurgon and the others were still around.
At that time, laughter and laughter filled the underground tomb of Nazarik. Every day, everyone would complete missions together, level up together, and develop the guild together.
That was the happiest time of Flying Squirrel's life.
However, that time would never come again.
However, Flying Squirrel felt a little guilty at this time. He didn't know if Xi Xiang had seen his little action of secretly taking the Avesta.
Xi Xiang ignored Flying Squirrel. In fact, he had noticed Flying Squirrel's small movements when he went online, but he didn't really care.
Having known him for almost twelve years, Xi Xiang knew Flying Squirrel very well.
To put it bluntly, Flying Squirrel was a good old man. He worked hard and did not complain. Moreover, he attached great importance to relationships and liked to be a peacemaker.
It was precisely because of this personality that the members of Anziurgon elected him as the guild leader.
Although everyone had wanted him to be the guild leader in the beginning, he felt that there were too many things to worry about as the guild leader, and there were too many trivial matters to resolve.
Therefore, he refused to become the president and elected Flying Squirrel, who worked hard without complaint.
Xi Xiang's crystal-like black eyes scanned the surroundings. Everything between the thrones entered his eyes.
As one of the founding foundations of Anziurgon, West Village had fought in this game for nearly twelve years. He was no stranger to the underground tomb of Nasarik.
He was very familiar with everything here because this tomb was built by him and the members of the guild, brick by brick.
He looked around, his gaze sweeping across the Anziurgon flag hanging in the center of the north wall, and the flag representing forty-two people surrounding the flag.
He swept his gaze across the luxurious carpet with gold and silver hues, the Roman stone pillars that stood in the throne room, and the colorful chandeliers on the ceiling.
Then, Xi Xiang's gaze fell on a corner of the hall.
There was a beautiful pure white demon standing there.
She was wearing a gorgeous white dress that was as beautiful as silk. The dress wrapped around her graceful body that was like the undulating mountains and rivers.
The demon's facial features were delicate and beautiful. She had a faint smile on her face, like a goddess of Venus. Her black and shiny hair reached her waist, and her golden irises and oval pupils were different from ordinary people.
If it weren't for the two devil horns on her head that looked like a goat and the black angel wings that extended from both sides of her waist, anyone would think that she was an impeccable beauty.
No, she was a peerless beauty, a perfect devil in the human imagination that could seduce all living beings.
Yalbede was an NPC created by West Village's best friend in the game, Jade Record. His position was the chief guardian of Nasarik's underground tomb.
In the real world, which was similar to the 'cyberpunk' society, many people lived numbly. There were very few people who liked history and myths.
The Record of Emerald Jade was a fan of myths and had dabbled in many of the world's myths.
Xi Xiang, who had the same hobby, naturally became good friends with him.
Xi Xiang withdrew his gaze from Yalbed. There was nothing to see about a soulless NPC.
No matter how beautiful she was, she was just a sculpture, a soulless doll.
Finally, Xi Xiang's gaze fell on Flying Squirrel.
The pitch-black flames under his hood fluctuated as if he was smiling. His voice was calm and clear as he said,"It's been a while, Flying Squirrel.”
"I came up to take a look before the game closed. Sure enough, even if everyone left, you would still be here to protect everything that everyone has created.”
"From this point of view, recommending you as the guild leader back then was probably the best decision for everyone in this guild.”
At that moment, Flying Squirrel's heart trembled. Grievance and sadness overwhelmed his heart, making him almost cry out loud.
Unfortunately, he was in the game now, and this skeleton did not have tears.
But even so, he was still moved and grateful for Xi Xiang's words.
Flying Squirrel wiped his tearless face and said with a trembling voice,"
"…Thank you, Zaratul. I feel that everything I've done is worth it just to hear you say that.”
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