Infinite terror invades all heavens

Even if it is only a wisp of light remaining in the faith, even if it has been silent for thousands of years, its power is still terrifying.

But when He saw a blue-gray giant from another world, bearing the name of a god, His dormant savage instincts awakened.

The phantom of Seth looked up and let out a silent roar, and then!

It pounced on the giant soldier.

It's not a battle, it's not a duel.

It is the most instinctive attack by native predators on invading outsiders!

For the first time, a flicker appeared in the Colossus's crimson eyes. It raised its arms to try and block, but the phantom of Set completely ignored its defensive movements and crashed directly into its chest!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a bizarre dissolution.

The phantom of Set spread, seeped, and eroded the chest of the Colossus like ink dripping into water. The blue-gray divine body began to turn into a desert-like withered yellow, a storm-like chaos, and a gray-white symbolizing rejection by this world, centered on the point of contact.

“No…impossible…” Atum muttered to himself, trying to channel his magic to support the Titans, only to find that the connection between him and the Titans was being forcibly severed by some ancient and tyrannical force.

That was the declaration of this world.

"This place already has an owner, outsider! Get out!"

three seconds.

It took only three seconds from the appearance of the phantom of Set to the complete collapse of the Colossus.

The ten-meter-tall blue-gray giant, like a sand sculpture encountering a tsunami, began to collapse and disintegrate from its chest, turning into scattered dust particles. These dust particles attempted to reform, but were utterly shattered by the final roar of the phantom of Set, ultimately vanishing completely into the air.

Only a card, its edges charred, remained, slowly drifting down.

Atum remained silent for a long time, looking in the direction where the Titans had disappeared, then at Wang Zongchao's figure, which was not tall but seemed to be able to support the heavens and the earth. Finally, he slowly and relievedly exhaled. He knew that this duel had come to an end.

He looked at Wang Zongchao, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

“Three thousand years ago, when I was still a prince, I asked the high priest a question,” Atum’s voice was soft, as if he were telling an ancient story. “I asked, where do people go after they die? Can the gods really grant all wishes?”

Wang Zongchao didn't speak, he just listened quietly.

“The high priest told me that the dead go to the underworld to have their hearts weighed on the scales of Osiris, and that the gods only respond to the prayers of the devout.” Atum shook his head. “But I’m not satisfied with that answer.”

He raised his hand and looked at his translucent palm, where the magic that sustained his existence was rapidly dissipating.

“I thought that as long as I had enough power, I could change the past and undo the regrets.” Atum’s smile was tinged with bitterness.

Atum took a few steps forward and came to within three meters of Wang Zongchao. The distance between them was so close that they could see their own reflections in each other's eyes.

Atum spoke slowly, his voice carrying a weariness and relief that spanned three thousand years, “It seems there’s no use in dwelling on the regrets of the past.”

He raised his right hand, palm up.

The millennium-old building blocks on his chest flew up automatically and hovered above his palm.

"This is the last bit of power I sealed in the Millennium Puzzle before my death." Atum looked at the puzzle in his hand, his eyes gentle as if looking at his own child. "I originally intended to use it to fulfill a certain obsession, but now it seems that it may have a better use."

With a gentle push, the broken, thousand-year-old building blocks floated towards Wang Zongchao.

Wang Zongchao did not reach out to take it, but simply watched it float in front of him.

"Until we meet again, martial artist." Atum's figure began to become transparent, slowly turning into golden light spots from his feet. "I hope that when we meet again, we won't be on opposing sides."

The moment the words fell, a strange change occurred on the entire battlefield; the Pharaoh's temple domain began to shrink and condense inward.

The area that originally covered a radius of 500 meters shrank to a diameter of less than 10 meters in just three seconds. All the magic, all the laws, and all the concepts belonging to the Yu-Gi-Oh! world converged into this small sphere.

The sphere continues to compress, deform, and reshape...

It eventually transformed into a furry, phantom-like creature.

It was a round, peculiar creature with green fur and wings. It had a pair of innocent-looking big eyes, a tuft of hair on its head, and small wings that fluttered gently behind it, allowing it to float in mid-air.

Winged chestnut ball.

In the world of Yu-Gi-Oh!, spirits symbolize protection and hope.

It floated in front of Wang Zongchao, tilted its head, made a cute "Kuri Kuri" sound, and then stretched out its tiny green paws, making a handshake gesture.

Wang Zongchao stared at the unbelievable scene before him.

He could sense that the little creature emanated no hostility, but rather a pure and warm protective power.

After hesitating for about two seconds, Wang Zongchao slowly raised his right hand and opened his palm.

Winged Kuriboh chirped happily, its tiny paws gently resting on his palm.

In an instant, a dazzling yet not blinding white light burst forth!

The light completely enveloped Wang Zongchao, forming a light cocoon three meters in diameter. Countless fine runes flowed across the surface of the light cocoon.

Wang Zongchao closed his eyes, letting the light seep into his body.

He felt a warm and gentle force spreading upwards along his arm, flowing over his shoulder, into his chest, and finally converging at his heart. That force did not attempt to transform his body, nor did it instill any external will; it simply took root there quietly, like planting a seed.

The cocoon of light lasted for about ten seconds, then slowly dissipated.

The illusory image of the winged chestnut ball had vanished, but Wang Zongchao could clearly feel something new deep within his heart. It was a warm light, constantly radiating a gentle protective aura. Whenever he had a thought, that light would spread out, forming an invisible protective layer around him.

“The protection of Winged Kuriboh…” Wang Zongchao murmured to himself, a complex look flashing in his eyes, “Atum, you have indeed left behind a great gift.”

He bent down and picked up the broken Millennium Block from the ground. The block was cold to the touch, and the cracks on its surface were shocking, but a faint magical fluctuation still remained inside, which was proof that Atum had existed.

Wang Zongchao carefully put the building blocks into his pocket, then looked up and gazed in the direction of the center of Cairo.

"It's time to end this."

Chapter 105 Gods and Demons Clash: Mechanical Azure Dragon and MetalGreymon

A thousand meters above Cairo.

Chu Xuan hovered on the anti-gravity disc, his eyes behind his glasses reflecting the gradually solidifying phantom of the demonic Buddha in the center of the city below.

Dark red flames dyed the sky the color of sunset, and six burning eyes were slowly focusing. Shiva Ganten's last consciousness and the plundered faith were completing their final fusion.

"The transformation of the Demon Buddha is complete, and the energy fluctuations are continuing to rise." Chu Xuan muttered to himself, his right hand resting on the holographic control panel in front of him, the dark blue mechanical energy pulsating on his body like breathing.

"The backlash against faith is intensifying simultaneously, and the rate of self-awareness collapse has reached a dangerous threshold."

He slowly raised his left hand, his five fingers spread open.

In an instant, the hand transformed from flesh and blood into a semi-transparent phantom composed of countless tiny points of light, with a dark blue data stream extending from its fingertips, like living tentacles, probing into the unseen network around it.

On a level imperceptible to ordinary people, a massive torrent of data is surging around Chu Xuan.

Inside and outside Cairo, 327 pre-positioned monitoring nodes, 42 concealed energy detectors, 17 temporarily deployed military satellites, and weather control equipment far away in the Nile Delta—all the data converged, integrated, and analyzed at this moment, with Chu Xuan's pupils reflecting the rapidly updating information.

"here we go."

Chu Xuan lightly tapped the control panel with his right hand.

In the center of Cairo.

Shiva Ganten, who had just completed his transformation into a demon Buddha, slowly lowered his head, his six blood-flame eyes scanning the city that was about to become a sacrifice.

He could feel the power surging within him, a power almost at the level of rules, gained from burning faith and devouring concepts.

"Central Continent Team..." The Demon Buddha's six mouths opened and closed simultaneously, their voices overlapping like thunder, "Where are you hiding? Come out! Fight me!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The ground beneath his feet exploded without warning.

The stone slabs within a radius of five kilometers arched upwards simultaneously, then scattered in all directions as if a lid had been lifted by an invisible giant hand! Beneath the ground, countless metal launch tubes sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, each tube opening gleaming with a cold, icy light.

That was the missile array within the Ju-on purification protocol that Chu Xuan had secretly deployed three days ago using miniature drilling robots. There were a total of 108 launchers, each equipped with a specially designed warhead. The warheads were filled with holy water crystals treated with rune culture, high-purity silver powder, and purification concept carriers extracted using technology unique to the Ju-on world.

"Lock complete."

Thousands of meters in the air, Chu Xuan's electronic ghost gently clenched its left hand.

"Launch at full power."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"

A deafening whistling sound filled the air! One hundred and eight missiles, trailing pale white flames, attacked the Demon Buddha from all angles! They drew eerie arcs in the air, like a swarm of living bees, launching attacks simultaneously from all directions—above, below, left, right, front, and back!

Shiva Gande's pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried to dodge or defend, but the missiles were ridiculously fast; the entire process from launch to impact took no more than 0.3 seconds!

"Boom! Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!"

First volley, hit.

The pale, explosive light merged into one, completely engulfing the figure of the Demon Buddha! The holy water crystals vaporized the moment they came into contact with the demonic energy, forming a dense white mist; the silver powder melted under the high temperature, adhering to the Demon Buddha's body and sizzling as it eroded the dark energy; while the deepest concept of purification, like countless tiny scalpels, attempted to sever the connection between the Demon Buddha and this world from the level of rules.

"Ughh ...

The Demon Buddha roared in agony, its six arms flailing wildly as it tried to deflect the incoming missiles. But its movements were always a beat too slow; Chu Xuan dynamically adjusted the missile trajectories through real-time calculations, precisely anticipating the Demon Buddha's evasive intentions with each change of direction.

The second and third rounds of simultaneous attacks followed one after another.

Pale, exploding orbs of light continuously bloomed on the Demon Buddha's body. Each explosion peeled away a layer of demonic energy, gradually revealing the dark golden Buddha bones. Shiva Ganten could feel his Demon Buddha body being erased, as if being wiped away bit by bit with an eraser.

"Damn tech-savage scum!" he roared, his six blood-flame eyes flashing simultaneously. "Thinking this little trick will work—"

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Because just ten meters in front of him, the air suddenly distorted.

A palm-sized, metallic-looking cube appeared out of thin air, its surface flowing with dark blue energy patterns.

It hovered in mid-air, rotating quietly, as if waiting for something.

The next second, a ghostly blue light burst forth!

The cube begins to deform, and the mechanical structure unfolds, more like a kind of growth.

The metal surface writhed, extended, and differentiated like a living thing, expanding from the size of a fist to a length of ten meters in just two seconds!

When the light faded, what appeared in the spot was a long, turquoise dragon.

The dragon's body is composed of countless precisely interlocking mechanical parts. Each dragon scale is a metal plate engraved with runes. At the joints, gears and hydraulic rods are linked together. The dragon claws are sharp alloy blades, and the dragon eyes are two constantly rotating crystal sensors. The dragon spine extends from the head to the tail tip, with a row of dark blue energy conduits embedded in it like a spine, through which liquid energy flows.

Mo Family Mechanical Beast - Azure Dragon!

The Azure Dragon raised its head, its crystal eyes locking onto the Demon Buddha. It opened its mouth, revealing not fangs, but a cannon muzzle that was gathering energy.

"boom--!!"

A bluish-white beam of energy erupted from the dragon's mouth! It wasn't a pure energy attack; countless tiny mechanical fragments could be seen spinning rapidly inside the beam, hurtling towards the Demon Buddha like a metallic storm!

Shiva Ganden immediately raised both arms to block, and blood flames condensed into a shield in front of him.

The moment the energy beam collided with the Bloodflame Shield, a bizarre scene unfolded: the tiny fragments of the mechanism actually penetrated the energy defense and, as if possessing a life of their own, attached themselves to the Demon Buddha's arm, and then began... to dismantle it.

Just like the most skilled mechanic disassembling a precision instrument, the mechanical fragments moved along the energy flow trajectory of the Demon Buddha's arm, found the weak point in the structure, and then gently pried it open.

"Click".

One joint of the Demon Buddha's right forearm was completely dislocated.

The dark golden Buddha bone was exposed to the air, its broken edge as smooth as a mirror.

"What?!" Shiva Ganten stared in shock at his missing arm, the severed bone fragment being enveloped, decomposed, and dissipated into the most basic particles.

Qinglong didn't give him time to think.

With a twist of its body, the ten-meter-long tail swept across like a steel whip! The tip of the tail was like a high-speed rotating drill, its surface engraved with anti-magic runes!

Shiva Ganten roared and grabbed at the dragon's tail with his other four arms at the same time, but just before contact, the dragon's tail suddenly disintegrated, scattering like building blocks into dozens of independent flying units. These units bypassed the Buddha's grasp and then reassembled from various angles, with the drill bit piercing the Buddha's back!

"Pfft!"

The drill bit went in half a meter, then began to rotate in the opposite direction, attempting to crush the Demon Buddha's spine.

"Get out of here!!!"

Shiva Ganden went completely mad, and his body erupted in blood flames! The terrifying energy shock pushed the Azure Dragon back, and the drill was forcibly pulled out, bringing with it a large piece of dark golden bone.

But in those few short seconds when he was entangled by the Azure Dragon...

Behind him, the air distorted once again.

This time, a giant summoning circle with a diameter of over twenty meters appeared. The pattern of the circle was composed of flowing data code, with strings of 0s and 1s flowing like a waterfall, and geometric patterns resembling circuit boards visible at the edges.

At the center of the magic circle, the despair, fear, and pain that permeated Cairo began to converge. The negative emotions of the millions of lives lost to the ten plagues, plagues, and wars were forcibly extracted by the magic circle and transformed into a thick, black fog.