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Chapter 112 The Rampant Divine Monument

After the duel with the black-robed woman in the Unknown Realm, she left behind four card boxes for some unknown reason.

Inside are [Demon Carver Yubel], [Grassmower Inferno Machine], [Red Lotus Dragon] and a sideboard box.

Among the three decks, there is no doubt that only [Mower Hellfire Machine] is slightly better than [Divine Monument]. Putting aside the others, the 60-card deck alone has more possibilities and tolerance than the 40-card deck.

But the problem with this deck is also obvious. It is not suitable for achieving a perfect victory.

[Mower Hellfire Machine], this is a deck with extremely exaggerated upper and lower limits. This deck cannot have hand traps and fingers, like an acrobat walking on a tightrope, with no tolerance for error.

Its lower limit is so low that it will be empty even if it does not absorb dust.

The upper limit is terrifyingly high. Mowing, Famous Reasoning and Snow White are all story-telling cards. When they are lucky, the graveyard resources can support more than a dozen special summons, and the field value is seriously overflowed.

In the past, facing such an unstable deck, Li Guanqi would never have considered using it to achieve a perfect victory. Stability is the primary factor in achieving a perfect victory.

but now--

Check the status of Biantana Grey Flow.

"Is Huiliulidu up there?" Li Guanqi frowned.

If he hadn't just fought with Miss Zhu, he would have really thought that he was the only duelist who possessed the Gray Flowing Beauty.

If there isn't much Gray Flow, the [Mower Hellfire Machine] seems to be okay.

He needed more intelligence.

Li Guanqi analyzed calmly, and then he decisively gave up thinking.

Take another deep breath and enter the live broadcast hall.

"Information gathering time!"

Li Guanqi clicked on the live broadcast rooms of the diamond players one by one to see what the current situation was.

This took more than half an hour.

Li Guanqi clicked on a livestream. The host was staring nervously at his deck, his lips trembling slightly as he prayed. He took a deep breath and pulled out his card, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes.

However, the moment he saw the card clearly, the light of hope was instantly extinguished and turned into despair.

"End turn."

With more than six cards in his hand, he feebly placed the drawn cards into the graveyard.

"It's so uncomfortable, buddy." Li Guanqi silently closed the live broadcast room, and an indescribable feeling of depression surged in his heart.

The situation did not improve in the next live broadcast room.

The anchor faced the suppression of three stickers from the Divine Monument deck. He tightly grasped the cards in his hand, his face as pale as paper.

时间一分一秒地过去，他的卡组越来越薄，最后被神碑C1【微睡】C2【锋莽】C3【黄金之雫】C4【愤怒风暴】一波削10带走。

Most of the anchors are in the same dilemma. They struggle under the torture of the God Monument deck. Every time they draw a card, their hope is ignited again and again, but it is ruthlessly shattered again and again.

There are only a few who can successfully win a game when attacking first and feel relieved, but then start to go to jail when attacking later in the next game. Winning all the games is like climbing a mountain, and all the efforts will be wasted if you make a mistake.

"They are all in jail..." Li Guanqi muttered to himself, his voice filled with helplessness and sympathy.

The most unbearable thing about the Divine Monument deck is not how powerful it is, but the torture it brings. This deck does not advance to the battle stage. It wins by blocking the opponent's actions with perpetual traps, and then constantly cutting down the opponent's deck, just like cutting meat with a blunt knife, gradually wearing away the opponent's will.

Li Guanqi turned to watch the next live broadcast. It was very popular. The title of the live broadcast was about achieving 50 consecutive wins. When he clicked on it, the barrage of comments were all advising the anchor to forget it and start the next one.

However, the host insisted that there was still [Cosmic Cyclone], [Feather Sweeper], and [Clash of Champions] in the deck, and there was hope. No matter how people persuaded him, he refused to give up and he wanted to believe in the bond between himself and the deck.

Who would be willing to give up a guy who has won more than forty games in a row?
But for three rounds in a row, he still couldn't draw a card to solve it. He prayed again and again, and was disappointed again and again. Looking at the [Cosmic Cyclone] and [Clash of Clans] being cut away one after another, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Due to the lack of retrieval methods, general-purpose cards have a low appearance rate and generally low spirituality. Just like the Earth, you can only rely on digging.

Or like a certain blue player, the deck has 40 cards and 34 clear cards.

Finally, the anchor who persisted in hope finally drew the [Feather Broom], and an ecstatic expression appeared on his face.

He excitedly slapped the card onto the field and shouted, "Activate the Spell Card, [Harpy's Feather Sweep], destroying all Magic and Trap Cards on the opponent's field!"

However, the opposing player's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile that said, "Everything is under control." He raised his hand and opened the card: "Quick Play Magic, [Sleeping Divine Monument], Special Summon [Divine Monument Wing Huki]."

The strong wind raised by the feather broom was about to sweep across the entire venue, but the figure of [Hu Ji] suddenly appeared. The strong wind collided with [Hu Ji], making a muffled sound, and then dissipated, and the projection of [Hu Ji] also disappeared.

The barrage of comments exploded instantly, with the black and white factions clearly divided.

"It's so fucking disgusting."

"No, why is this Goddess Army so annoying?"

"Divine Monument Player: Surprised? Unexpected?"

"What are you insisting on?"

"Give up, you can't resist the power of the goddess."

"Join the great Goddess Army!"

Obviously, the audience includes not only fans of the anchor, but also missionaries of the goddess.

[Hu Ji] is a data card without fancy special effects, but this does not affect its effectiveness. The card will not enter the chain, which means that cards like [Forbidden Drop] cannot be chained to invalidate it.

The anchor who refused to surrender had empty eyes and slightly trembling lips. He stood there as if he had lost his soul.

【Om—】

A shrill alarm suddenly exploded in the duel arena, and red light flashed wildly.

The system's cold prompt tone echoed.

[Flame Emperor Picture - Shen Mohan quits the game] [Reputation -10]

【The winner is】

【Blue Square】

【Duel ends】

"Wow--"

[Goddess Legion - Sharp Bishop] raised her hands high and cheered exaggeratedly, her voice filled with undisguised pride and sarcasm, "Hahaha, you can't stand this?"

The system was cleared and Li Guanqi was forcibly pulled back to the live broadcast hall. He watched as the [Flame Emperor Picture-Shen Mohan] live broadcast avatar turned gray and the comments were polarized, and he felt mixed emotions.

He still remembered the final look of [Flame Emperor Picture - Shen Mohan]. He had been forced into a desperate situation, but he still tightly grasped the card in his hand, refusing to give up. But in the end, the flame was extinguished, leaving only endless emptiness and confusion, like a puppet with its soul taken away.

Finally, the sanity rate fell to the warning line set by myself, triggering the system protection mechanism to force a retreat.

Li Guanqi watched silently and thought a lot.

Every duelist may have had such a moment, trying their best to win, and never giving up even if there is only a glimmer of hope.

However, this belief was trampled upon.

He looked up at the top of the leaderboard.

Zhong accounts for almost 60%, while Ju Lingsi and others together account for 40%.

Member Zhong in the front row actually seldom uses the Divine Monument. This deck’s back attack is not very good and it is still a data card. The Divine Monument is a pure sniper tool. It uses the inferior horse to kill the opponent’s superior horse and help its superior horse occupy the front row.

Li Guanqi's eyes flashed with sharpness, and he clicked into the card setter again. After this exploration, he already had an idea in his mind.

The bad news is that there are indeed a lot of [Divine Monuments].

The good news is, they really don't have [Gray Liuli].

The mowing inferno machine needs a little fine-tuning.

Inside the church of the Goddess Legion at the headquarters of the Council of Justice, the light was dim.

Under the towering dome, there were only a few flickering candles, barely illuminating a small area in front of the statue.

The air was filled with a strange aroma, mixed with the smell of burning candle wax.

[Goddess Legion - Sharp Bishop] knelt on the cold marble floor, his head lowered, his body trembling slightly. His expression could not be seen, only his clenched fists revealed his inner excitement.

In front of him, the shadow of the goddess Hu Ji was floating quietly, with a pair of angel wings emitting a faint glow. Although she was over a hundred years old, her face and figure were still that of a little girl, as if she would never grow up.

Hu Ji raised his hand slightly, and a tube of reagent appeared in his palm. The green liquid inside the reagent looked strange and enchanting in the dim light.

"You work hard, my disciple."

"This is your reward."

She handed the test tube in her hand to Bishop Songxin with graceful and slow movements.

Bishop Fengmang stretched out his hands tremblingly and carefully took the test tube as if it were a priceless treasure.

There is only one reason why the Council has grown stronger year by year.

This force has the method of mass-producing inhibitors, and uses them as task rewards to motivate its members to do their work.

The inhibitor can suppress the shadow's restlessness and bring a sense of freshness that spreads throughout the soul. The first dose can increase the sanity rate by about 20%.

Under the cover of the double shadow disaster, inhibitors are equivalent to life-saving medicine.

However, the inhibitors from the Juling Division and the World Exchange Conference are too expensive and can only be traded with negative crystals.

When ordinary people fall ill, they can only survive by joining a community council.

When Bishop Fengmang's fingertips touched the cold wall of the test tube, his body trembled violently, a fanatical light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and excited.

"Thank you for your gift, great goddess. I will serve you forever and give you everything!"

The dim candlelight distorted the scattered shadows.

The ordinary believers and bishops around them, as if controlled by an invisible force, fell to their knees one after another, their knees hitting the marble floor heavily with a dull sound.

Their lips moved, uttering low and indistinct prayers, which gathered into a strange wave of sound, echoing in the empty church.

Hu Ji's shadow was quietly suspended in the air, facing this group of fanatical believers, with an elusive curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Very well, my children." Her voice was soft and her smile was innocent.

"For my sake, stop all those hypocritical people who claim to be righteous."

As the words fell, Hu Ji's shadow began to become transparent, like smoke blown away by the wind, and gradually dissipated.

"Give your heart to the goddess!"

Ten thousand believers and bishops shouted in unison, deafening the ears.

Biantana, the Alliance Four-Party Conference that symbolizes the pinnacle of power, should be a place where representatives of various forces gather together to discuss major decisions.

However, there was no general meeting today, only a small-scale meeting.

At the square table sat the supreme authorities or their agents at the four corners of the alliance.

The atmosphere was solemn, and several chips with portraits on them lay quietly on the table.

Hu Ji, the highest authority in the Council, slowly opened her eyes. She looked towards the empty space in front of her and said in a low and authoritative voice, "I want to raise the stakes."

(End of this chapter)