BGM: Back from the Dead (Yu-Gi-Oh)

In the gloomy silver castle, the young scholar jerked his head up from the stack of books, his eyes wide and his expression of disbelief.

"King. . . ”

Black paint clings to the walls like dried blood, some splashing onto the boy's face.

Beneath the piles of books was a half-completed circle, smeared with the blood of ninety-nine intelligent arthropod creatures, ready to come in handy in the sacrifice.

But the boy had forgotten his circle and frowned anxiously.

"What the hell is this... What's going on?"

At that moment, he felt the throbbing of his heart.

After killing his own venerable, damned teacher and sacrificing him to the Great Lord, he had not had such palpitations for a long time.

"Something happened to the king!"

"I'm sure the other siblings already know. ”

"The Red Network. ”

A tiny red incantation emerged from the palm of his hand, and streams of information swept through his mind.

"We must find out the situation as soon as possible - no, just go and help Wang directly!"

Rise.

The silver robe was dragged to the ground, and as the footsteps passed, a blue light lit up from the castle corridor, reflecting the boy's young and dark face.

A warlord-occupied area.

Smoke and dust piled up over the battlefield and persisted for a long time.

In the camp, a strong man with purple hair was standing in an open field, holding a soldier in black uniform in one hand and pressing his fingertips.

"Bang!"

Flesh and blood mixed with white bone residue splattered, and milky white bodily fluids silently displayed surface tension.

"Uh-"

Suddenly, the purple-haired man hugged his head, and a fierce man stabbed himself on the ground.

The human skull slammed into the ground, and a large hole was opened up one foot long and one foot wide.

"Wang !——"

Look up to the sky and cry out.

The loud noise alarmed the strong men all over the camp, and they emerged from the tents and rushed to the center in all directions.

"Commander, what's going on?"

"Is it an enemy attack?"

The purple hair slowly stood up, his eyes shining with a terrifying fierce light, his hair fluttering like an angry lion, and the tangled muscles trembled.

"Listen to me, little ones!"

With a wave of his arm, the sleeveless black suit would be torn apart at any moment.

"Crush that old Farah thing to death in one day! We'll take this place and get our men out!"

"The king needs help!"

"I hear a voice! We need to go to the king's place at once!"

"Yes——"

When the word "king" is heard, the subtle sound of conversation is silent.

"Yes——"

The strong men spoke in unison and agreed.

"You can hear the voice of the King of the earth, and seek the true meaning of the Lord for us, and we will obey your commands!"

"Go, go, the sooner the better!"

There was a strange expression of impatience mixed with holiness on the strong man's face.

"We're going to run fast!"

"We're going to strike the beasts quickly and give them death!"

- "Death!"

- "Death!"

- "Death !!"

On the Tricolor Continent, the divine thoughts from the red believers were transmitted back and forth in the spiritual network, and the high-level dependents all felt the state of the king.

Oops!

The slightest connection that could be felt in the past is now gone, and it is impossible to perceive.

They panicked.

Soon after the king ascended the throne, he was not heard from.

As a believer, this is a gaffe.

What is the use of gaffes to redeem them?

Of course, the existence of this state of affairs must be erased from the timeline.

For these fanatics in the inner world, the implementation of their own ideas is almost above all else.

Until now?

Red is the idea, it is the faith.

Who gave them the way and the strength to show them the way?

The Two Gardens have ruled the Tricolor World for too long, and no individual or force has ever been able to break through this ceiling.

Red gives them hope.

The catastrophe is coming, and if you don't choose to be aggressive, you will only be eliminated by the new generation.

What's more,Red is the embodiment of the essence of the world.,It's not a belief that pops up out of nowhere.,Even if it's a person in the school.,It's acceptable.。

In the same way, if Paradise had the means to spread faith throughout the world, it would never have succeeded.

First, in the previous stalemate, this act would inevitably lead to war, and second, the results would not be very good.

All of a sudden, the inhabitants of countless worlds and the believers of the surface world began to move towards the same goal, searching, and turning the main material plane upside down.

Dozens of ancient desolate breaths had a clear goal, and rushed directly towards the place where the king had last appeared.

After the era of star fall,School Park and Paradise took a back seat,On the contrary, some forces that have never been seen before have begun to show their prominence.,But from them forward,There seems to be their shadow in history.。

For example, the head ballad.

Low-pixel world.

In the unchanging yellow sand, a crimson filthy color erupted from the edge of the white mask, forming a chaotic vortex.

The blonde girl stood in the middle of the storm, her head tilted slightly, unable to catch a glimpse of her expression.

The silver greatsword was covered in layers of black and red symbols—or just simple graffiti.

It's not the written language that is rich in intelligibility and contains the essence of civilization, those symbols. It's just a product of pure chaos and distortion.

Filthy insects flutter around the greatsword, like primitive tribes shouting and dancing around totem bonfires.

Pitch-black "evil" flows over the earth, and they are different from this low-pixel world, with a fine structure and high density.

The will of materialization converges into a river that is slowly growing, and the black and red elements spread and diffuse.

The ferocious darkness swooped down and slashed, compressing the realm that belonged to the night into a small sphere ten meters in diameter.

Filipe took a step forward and charged forward at a slow pace visible to the naked eye, as if she was carrying some enormous weight.

Raise your sword.

The far-reaching sky was torn through a huge gap, and the black was casually swept straight into 100,000 meters.

Swing your sword.

The coarse sand (stones) are blown away and crushed, and they will be carried tens of thousands of kilometers away in a similar flat throwing motion until they hit a mound, knock it to pieces, and return to the earth themselves.

The black-red blade easily broke through to the realm of night, sending cruel and unjustified malice into it.

There was no loud sound of swords colliding.

The blonde girl's movements paused, and the black and red giant sword was contained in mid-air and could not be retracted.

A small, white hand was resting on the tip of the blade, clutching the heavy black and red greatsword.

"Flashy. ”

"Who taught you to use your sword like that?"

The black-haired, black-eyed girl shook her head.

She stood in the black void, motionless, relaxed and elegant. The pale blue starlight was like a breeze, gently stroking her black hair.

"So... ”

"Enough trouble?"

Suzune smiled softly, as if she was talking to a close friend.

The next moment, the azure thorny light bloomed one after another, and it seemed that the entire cosmos starry sky was projecting its own brilliance and temperature towards this small area.

A spherical area of only 10 meters from the outside, but there seems to be an infinite amount of time and space inside.