Yu-Gi-Oh!: Phobic Peptide Mad Dragon Executioner Dragon

Chapter 159 The Unknown Duel: True Ancestor - Evil VS Despair (Part 7)

(I've decided on a new title for the book, and I'll be updating 4000 words every day starting tomorrow.)

A dream world.

The place is no longer bustling and noisy. The creatures that used to live here are now hiding in their homes, trembling with fear. The gods from other worlds who also live in this realm are also hiding in their respective temples, keeping quiet and fearful.

Just now, the black-clad executioner tore open the "door" and appeared in the Dream Realm, heading straight for the temple where the Creator God, Detronium, resided.

According to nearby eyewitnesses, the black executioner didn't waste any words with Detroitomian. The moment they met, Detroitomian slapped him away with a single blow. After crashing into the temples of himself and several other "reincarnated" gods, Detroitomian became deeply embedded in a distant mountain, impossible to remove.

The black executioner stood still, watching Detronium fly into the distance, ignoring the group of "reincarnated" gods who came upon hearing the commotion. He tore open the "door" again and left without making any further moves, and no god came forward to stop him.

Because He did not hold back or conceal the slap He delivered to Detroitomian, all the beings and gods in the Dreamland felt an extremely familiar fluctuation of mental energy.

Just like it was tens of thousands of years ago.

"You're only at the [Rank] level right now, aren't you afraid they'll gang up on you?"

In the alternate dimension, Xing Liang (Despair), whose original body was punched back to the original universe by Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil), recreated a telekinetic clone that returned here.

"Do you think they are willing to stay in this small corner of the dream world because they keep their promises and have a sense of contract? It is fear, a fear of me that is imprinted deep in their souls."

The black psychic energy dispersed, and the massive body of the black executioner rapidly shrank, revealing Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil) as his true form.

"Let alone [rank], even if an ordinary human with a trace of my mental power entered the Dream Realm now, they wouldn't dare to approach—their meager courage to resist has long been destroyed by me."

……

"and many more!"

Just as the Griadi Duel Academy sent out their personnel for the next duel and were about to leave through the lounge door, Magnus, who had been trying to contact Detroitomian, suddenly opened his eyes and almost screamed.

At this moment, Magnus's red face turned pale. He was sitting cross-legged and his body fell forward uncontrollably. His right arm, which was barely supporting his body, trembled slightly. His left hand was tightly gripping something. His back was already soaked with cold sweat. Like a drowning person struggling with all his might to finally get his head above water, his chest heaved violently as he gasped for every breath of air around him.

"What happened?"

Ampri frowned; he had a bad feeling.

Magnus struggled to calm himself, pulling himself out of his fear, and looked up at Ampr.

"Surrender and leave the royal city immediately!"

They no longer cared about the deal with the British royal family or the promised autonomous region; they wanted to escape, to escape as far away as possible.

Because Detronium refused to respond to his calls, Magnus, unable to make contact, had no choice but to resort to some strange magic. With Detronium's consent, he temporarily transferred his consciousness to a priest in the Dreamland who was closest to Detronium's temple.

He controlled the priest's body to go to the temple, and saw Detronium standing at the main entrance of the temple from afar.

Magnus thought that Ditronium was waiting for him, but before he could control the priest to get closer, a sudden change occurred.

A massive black shadow swept over the heads of the priests controlled by Magnus, and the next moment, an oppressive force so heavy it was suffocating crashed down like a meteorite, carrying a ferocious aura capable of tearing everything apart.

Through the priest's body that he controlled, Magnus felt the surrounding air suddenly become heavy, and breathing felt like swallowing iron filings with sparks, constantly burning his nerves; his body felt like a cub trapped in a quagmire, unable to move an inch no matter how he tried to control it.

Just then, the black-clad executioner's slap landed on Detroit Nomian's face, and he felt the power of that slap up close.

Ignore defenses, cannot be avoided, cannot be resisted.

The god he worshipped, who was usually high above him, was now unable to offer even the slightest resistance, like a kite with a broken string being torn apart by a hurricane, disappearing beyond the horizon.

The "reincarnated" gods surrounded the black-clad executioner from a distance (laughs), but kept their distance and dared not approach.

As Ditronium flew away, a voice rang in the mind of the priest Magnus's consciousness.

"Leave the royal city."

Through the manipulated priest, Magnus, under immense pressure and amidst the agonizing screams of his bones, struggled to raise his head and look at the black executioner. Within the executioner's body, a somewhat familiar figure clearly appeared before him.

It was the instructor from the Orses Duel Academy (Xing Liang: Why do you insist on wandering around with my face on your back? True Ancestor Evil: Some things would react to my original face, and I was too lazy to make another one, so I just used yours).

Magnus, now back in the lounge, shakily raised his left hand and showed Ampri the magic card he had been clutching tightly in his hand.

Devarim, the God of Burial

(Other decks in 1302 usually add two cards to their decks, but Rebirth only added one card, and the effect is incredibly funny.)

This magic card came from the Dreamland to the human world planet and appeared out of thin air in Magnus's hand.

This was the warning he received from the black-clad executioner.

If we don't leave now, we'll die.

Abaddon scratched his pointed head and glanced at the lounge door that had been closed again.

"But Guilliman is already on the field..."

Clearly, Guilliman hadn't taken Magnus's overreaction to heart, assuming that even if there was a problem, Ampr could handle it. So, without listening to what Magnus had to say next, he left on his own.

"Aurses Duel Academy vs. Gloadi Duel Academy, Match 7, Gloadi Duel Academy attacks first!"

Before the duel began, Guilliman had the leisure to smooth out the wrinkles in his robes, straighten his short blond hair, and tidy his appearance before stepping onto the dueling platform.

He wore a green laurel wreath and a white robe resembling a bathrobe, and his deep blue eyes showed no sign of pressure.

After much deliberation, the group from the Gloadi Duel Academy decided to finish the remaining duels, both to show respect to their opponents and to preserve their own dignity (at this moment, Magnus fainted as soon as he learned that Guilliman was entering the arena).

The requirement is not to strive for victory, but simply to do one's best.

but…

He rubbed the goosebumps that had appeared on his muscular arms.

For some reason, shortly after leaving the lounge, he felt a chill down his spine.

Hmm, it's probably because the temperature suddenly dropped and he wasn't wearing enough clothes.

Yes, that must be the case.

Guilliman looked at Sera across from him.

It couldn't possibly be because the girl across from him made him feel threatened.