As the battle raged on between Gaya, Xanali, and the Guardians, Azazel found himself singlehandedly fighting off the Guardian airships. His strength seemed to grow with each passing minute, and he couldn't help but think about the Dark Lord. His mind was consumed with the thought that wherever the Dark Lord was, he was growing in power, and this power was somehow being transferred to Azazel.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the clash of metal as Azazel singlehandedly took on the Guardian airships. His muscles bulged and rippled under his skin as his strength grew by the minute, fueled by his connection to the Dark Lord. He couldn't help but revel in the feeling of power coursing through his veins, knowing that the Dark Lord was behind it all.

The Guardians, flying out of their airships, attempted to stop Azazel with all their might, but they were no match for his raw strength and formidable spellcasting abilities. Their best fighters were only at the Fusion stage, while Azazel had already reached level 8 of the Immortal stage, making him an unstoppable force.

With a flick of his wrist, Azazel sent a barrage of lightning bolts raining down upon the airships, causing them to explode into fiery debris. His eyes glinted with an otherworldly light as he launched himself at the Guardians, his movements quick and fluid like a serpent. One by one, he eliminated them with a flurry of blows and devastating spells.

Azazel charged toward the group of Fusion stage guardians, a devilish grin spreading across his face. He relished the thought of taking down such powerful opponents, their blood spilling onto his hands. The guardians tried to attack him with their swords, but Azazel easily evaded their attacks with his agility and brute strength. His demonic powers surged within him, causing the air around him to crackle with dark energy.

Azazel raised his hand and fired a powerful gust of wind, sending the guardians flying back. He then charged towards them, swinging his fists and delivering crushing blows that shattered bones and ripped apart flesh. The guardians screamed in agony as Azazel's attacks grew more and more brutal. Blood spurted out from their wounds, painting the air red.

As the last of the guardians fell to the ground, Azazel turned his attention toward the airship. He leaped into the air and landed on the ship's deck with a loud thud. The ship's crew tried to attack him with their weapons, but Azazel easily swatted them aside with his massive strength.

With a wicked grin, Azazel summoned a massive ball of lightning and hurled it toward the ship's engines. The energy exploded upon impact, causing the ship to shake violently before exploding into a massive ball of fire. The sky turned into a fiery inferno, with debris raining down upon the ground below.

The debris from the explosion rained down upon the battlefield, causing chaos and destruction. The debris hit both the undead and the Nagaland soldiers, causing them to fall to the ground in pain. The battle continued despite the debris raining down upon them, with both sides fighting tooth and nail for victory.

Azazel looked down upon the chaos with a sense of satisfaction. He had struck a mighty blow against the Guardians, and he relished the thought of causing even more destruction. He raised his fists to the sky, letting out a howl of triumph as the battle raged on around him.

The guardians in the next airship witnessed Azazel's brutal attack on their comrades and the destruction of their airship as they were filled with fear and desperation.

One of the guardians shouted, "We need to take him down! He's too dangerous to be left alive!"

Another guardian replied, "But how? He's too strong for us to handle!"

"By the gods, what kind of monster is he?"

Another guardian, his voice trembling, replied, "I don't know, but we need to stop him before he destroys us too."

While they continued to panic and discuss their options, Azazel noticed their airship and made his way toward it, ready to take on his next opponent.

"We have to stop it," a third guardian said, determination in his voice. "We can't let it destroy anymore of our ships."

But despite their bravado, the guardians couldn't help feeling a sense of dread as they saw Azazel effortlessly take down the airship before them. The sheer power and ferocity he displayed were unlike anything they had ever seen before.

"We have to use all our strength," the third guardian said, his voice strained as he channeled his energy. "We can't let this monster defeat us."

As the airship drew closer, the guardians prepared to face off against Azazel, knowing that their lives were on the line. They couldn't afford to make any mistakes, but even with all their training and preparation, they knew that they might not be able to defeat this powerful foe.

Explosive flashes of light lit up the sky as the guardians fired their cannons at Azazel. Despite the incoming attack, Azazel charged forward, fearless, and sliced through the cannons with ease, his demonic aura growing hotter by the moment. Spells from the guardians flew toward him, but Azazel blocked them with brute strength, sending them back toward the ship.

With a loud roar, he leaped into the air and landed on the ship's deck. The guardians tried to defend themselves with weapons, but it was too late. Moving like a blur, fueled by his demonic energy, Azazel tore through the guardians' flesh with claws and fangs, ripping them apart in a shower of blood and gore.

The deck of the ship was soon covered in a thick layer of crimson, and the screams of the dying guardians echoed through the air. Azazel showed no mercy, ripping apart each guardian with a ferocity that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The sound of metal scraping against metal, mixed with the cries of the dying guardians, filled the air.

One of the guardians, who had managed to stay hidden, attempted to cast a spell. Azazel sensed him quickly and turned around, his eyes burning with demonic fire. He grabbed the guardian by the neck and lifted him off the ground.

"Puny scum," Azazel growled, tightening his grip around the guardian's neck. The guardian choked, unable to speak or move. Azazel's eyes glowed with demonic power, and the guardian's body started to burn from the inside out.

Screaming in agony, the guardian was thrown into the air, and with a swift movement of Azazel's hand, he fired a bolt of lightning that incinerated the guardian into ashes. The airship erupted in a massive explosion, and debris rained down on the battlefield below.

The explosion sent shockwaves through the battlefield, causing many of the soldiers and undead to lose their footing. Unfazed by the blast, Azazel's demonic aura grew even stronger. He looked up at the sky, a fierce grin on his face, daring anyone to come at him.

Azazel moved with supernatural speed and agility, leaping from one guardian airship to another, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. The sound of the guardians' cannons echoed through the sky as they fired relentlessly at him, but Azazel dodged them effortlessly.

With each ship he destroyed, the sky was lit up with fiery explosions and the sound of metal being ripped apart. The debris from the airships rained down on the battlefield, causing chaos among the soldiers and undead on the ground.

The guardians on board the airships tried to defend themselves, but their efforts were in vain. As Azazel descended upon them, they spoke in panicked tones, their words cut short by the sound of his brutal attacks.

"Stop him!"

"He's too powerful!"

"We can't..."

The guardians' screams were drowned out by the sound of their bodies being torn apart by Azazel's claws and fangs. His demonic aura burned brighter with each kill, and he reveled in the fear and chaos he caused.

While Azazel was wreaking havoc in the air, he suddenly felt the temperature plummet. The sudden drop in temperature caught Azazel off guard. Snowflakes, growing larger by the second, began to fall from the sky, obstructing his vision. Azazel paused in mid-air, his demonic aura blazing hot against the chilling coldness that enveloped him.

Through the snow, Azazel's eyes widened in shock at the sight of a massive floating palace descending from the dark clouds above. The palace, carved entirely from ice, glinted in the strange light of the snowfall. The frigid aura emanating from the palace penetrated deep into his bones, sending shivers down his spine.

A thick mist surrounded the palace, and as it floated down towards the battlefield, the mist spread out like tendrils, covering everything in a thick layer of frost. The soldiers and undead below shivered, their movements slowed by the intense cold.

The palace floated down towards Azazel, and he could sense an incredible power emanating from it. It was a power he had never felt before, and it filled him with awe and fear.

As the palace hovered above the battlefield, the mist dissipated, revealing its full glory. The towering palace was adorned with intricate carvings of ice and snowflakes, and the windows glowed with an otherworldly light.

The frigid air around the palace seemed to drain the warmth from everything, and Azazel's breath fogged up in front of him. His fingers and toes grew numb, and he felt like he was freezing from the inside out. As the ice mist slowly cleared, a figure flew out toward Azazel. At first, he couldn't make out who it was, but as she drew closer, he saw that it was Rowena Winston. Azazel's eyes widened in surprise.

Rowena Winston was a sight to behold. Her raven black hair flowed behind her as she flew through the air with an air of grace and elegance. She had a slender figure with a stunningly cold beauty that could freeze anyone in their tracks. Her eyes were the color of ice, and they seemed to pierce through Azazel's very soul.

Rowena wore armor forged with a metal that looked like ice. It shimmered in the eerie glow of the snowfall, and Azazel could see his reflection on the polished surface. The armor was intricately designed, with snowflakes and ice crystals etched into the metal. The intricate designs carved into it were reminiscent of frozen snowflakes, giving it an ethereal and otherworldly appearance. The armor had a sleek, form-fitting design that accentuated her slender figure and moved with her fluidly.

The breastplate had a high collar that covered the base of her neck, giving her an air of regal authority. The pauldrons were elongated and curved, tapering to sharp points that looked like they could easily slice through metal. They extended down her arms, protecting her biceps and forearms, and ended in sharp spikes that pointed toward her enemies.

Her gauntlets were adorned with icy blue gems that shimmered in the light, giving her attacks an added elemental power. The boots were made of a lighter material, allowing for easy movement and agility, but still protected her shins and calves.

As she drew closer, Rowena's eyes locked onto Azazel's, and she stopped in mid-air. Her expression was unreadable, and Azazel couldn't tell if she was there to help him or to kill him. He prepared himself for the worst, his demonic aura burning hot against the coldness of her presence.

In her hands, Rowena wielded two long chains with blades attached to them. The blades were imbued with a frigid chill that caused everything they touched to freeze. The weapon was unlike anything Azazel had ever seen before, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension as Rowena approached him. Her appearance was both beautiful and deadly, befitting her position as the Holy Maiden.

Their eyes locked in a tense stare-down, both of them sizing each other up. Azazel could feel Rowena's power emanating from her very being, and he knew that he was in for a tough fight. Rowena watched the war around her with an icy gaze, her expression stoic and unreadable. Despite the chaos and destruction, she remained calm and collected, as if observing a mere game of chess. She had always been a woman of few words, and her silence only added to the tension and mystery around her.

"You've caused enough chaos, demon," Rowena said, her voice carrying a steely edge. "It's time for you to stop,"

"I don't recall taking orders from you, Holy Maiden. Your brother's filthy pet has spilled the blood of someone we held dear. So, neither the Dark Queen nor I will leave this place without spilling some monkey blood,"