Yu-Gi-Oh! Your Friends Are Fighting Out of the Underworld

Chapter 228 Saint?

On the field, the "Void Demon" seemed powerless to fight back, like a character in a "blockbuster" movie with his arms bound, unable to attack or change form. He could only loudly utter that word in a tortured posture:
"Fuck you!"

But even so, it didn't need to do anything else. The black mist that seemed to be emanating from the wound had completely blocked the surrounding area.

The dark hues of the hand, deck, graveyard, and even the 'different space' that had not yet been specially designed for storage on the duel disk blocked the costless summoning procedure.

"In this case, it will be impossible for you to summon the gods from the cemetery."

"Amazing! You've already found a way to counter that shady card in just one round."

Watching the developments in the center of the field, Jonouchi couldn't help but cheer.

"Yugi, did you see that?"

"I saw it."

Glancing at Jonouchi's excited look, the Pharaoh smiled slightly.

"Ah, that Malik's deck is obviously built around the God Card. If they directly block the summoning procedures of the duelist himself, he's bound to be in a lot of trouble."

Having said that, Yugi Muto's gaze couldn't help but move to the other side of the duel arena.

At that moment, the priest and the pharaoh looked into each other's eyes after three thousand years, but on the battlefield where even time seemed to be easily reversed, the intersection across time and space did not bring any romance.

"What are you looking at?"

As if realizing what kind of judgment the Pharaoh had made, Malik let out an angry roar.

"After I finish dealing with this guy in front of me, it will be your turn next!"

Although he said so, after taking out the magic card that could not be activated from the duel disk, he did not take the next step.

Trouble—no, in this case, it should be called a threat. After all...

"The situation has completely reversed now, brother."

"Ah."

Listening to Keipi's voice which was also a little excited, Kaiba Seto just crossed his arms across his chest.

He was not surprised by this result.

"But we're not out of danger yet. The summon blockade on the Void Demon is two-way. Malik can't Special Summon, and neither can the man. This invisibly slows down the duel, especially since Malik can still move."

His eyes gradually shifted away from the figure in black clothes and white hair, and he scanned the current venue.

On the duel field, the rebellious priest raised his card:
"Then I will summon the Crossbowmen in Defense Position!"

「Crossbowman (lv4)」

Attribute/Dark

Race/Mechanical

"atk/1300 def/1000"

""Crossbowman"..."

Upon seeing the deformed machine that looked like an eyeball, Yugi Muto couldn't help but frown.

"Sure enough, Malik is also fully prepared."

"But Yugi, this card's attack power is very low. It can't surpass 'Void Demon', right?"

"No, it doesn't need to surpass the 'Void Demon'."

Facing Jonouchi's question, Yugi calmly shook his head.

"Because its own effects can cause harm."

"Indeed, as expected of the Pharaoh, he's quite knowledgeable. Crossbowman will attack at the end of the opponent's turn (original effect)."

After a few sarcastic remarks, An Malik's mouth curled up slightly, as if all the previous upset and anger had disappeared.

He even had the leisure to gesture with his fingers:
"Although the damage isn't that much, only 300."

300 points.

Even under the LP rule of 4000 full health, this amount of health cannot be considered a threat.

"But, there's also 'Torture Wheel' on the field. This card deals 500 points of damage... so now Yu Ming will take a total of points of damage every turn?"

"That's right, so this blockade doesn't mean an advantage to him." Having said that, Kaiba couldn't help but grab his arms.

"He must have the next move!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, when these things were mentioned, a certain expectation suddenly emerged in his heart.

The secrets of that man are never less than those of the God Card!
"What kind of secret do you have..."

As he whispered, his eyes were drawn to the dark vortex lurking behind him.

Cover card!

"Shouldn't it be time to open it?"

And this guess is undoubtedly correct.

The next moment, the card flipped over:

"At this moment, I open the perpetual trap I set up last round—the 'Ouija Plate'."

‘Kakaka’

As the card was turned over, the huge template in the sky, which had been appearing in a phantom, finally solidified into a solid entity.

then……

'patta'

The triangular planchette is directly covered, and the first word is reflected directly outward:
D！

And the moment the letters appeared, Malik suddenly felt an inexplicable heaviness on his shoulders.

"it is ready."

"That's it for now."

All kinds of sounds lingered in his ears, turning his brain into a mess.

"Tsk, what the hell is this?!"

"Master Malik."

When Malik came to his senses, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Lishid?"

When he saw the bald man, Malik felt an inexplicable sense of annoyance in his heart.

"You can't suppress me now!"

But just as the words came out of his mouth, Malik suddenly felt something was wrong.

He suddenly realized that the subordinate who had been loyal to 'him' was not facing him, but was just looking at a bed:
"As foolish as I am, I have no way of understanding the grand responsibility of the Gravekeepers, nor am I able to share your worries. But please allow me to bear the same pain as you... At least let me swear my allegiance to you once again in this way."

"Lichide..."

Suddenly, something dormant seemed to tremble, and a feeling of uneasiness spread in his heart.

"It's just an illusion...it's all an illusion. Don't try to regain control this way, you weakling!!"

Roaring, An Malik swung his staff and shattered the scene in front of him.

But the world did not calm down because he was back on the battlefield - the battlefield of the duelists!
"[Ouija Board] summons a Death Message Card during your opponent's end phase. When the Continuous Trap and the remaining four Death Messages are on the field, you lose."

"I see. It's a victory based on rules like Exodia's."

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Malik took a deep breath.

But no matter how hard he tried to calm himself, he felt as if both his soul and heart were suspended in the air, unable to find a foothold.

There was also that vague feeling of pulling that made it difficult for him to calm down no matter what.

"It's really difficult for you, Great Sage.
"Even though my weaker self wasn't friendly to you and even wanted to kill you, you still went to such great lengths to save his life."

Having said this, Malik couldn't help but hit his chest with his staff:

"This idea of ​​justice really moved me to tears!"

"……what?"

No, buddy, where did you get me from?
(End of this chapter)