Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Battle
"I'm launching the 'Galactic Whirlwind'! Choose your last gaika on the field to destroy! β
"Wood Da! Have you forgotten that the 'Edict of the Palace' is present and all magic cards are nullified?! β
Malik then dawned on him.
"I see, it looks like you're trying to surrender?"
Isis simply sends the invalid Galactic Whirlwind to the graveyard and stamps three cards.
"I'll set up three gakas, and the round is over."
"Hey, hey, it looks like my tactics are working." Malik's face highlighted the cyan veins, "Sister, once your deck loses its advantage, it will become ...... Very weak! β
"I summon the Steel Diamond Dragon! Give me a direct attack! β
A cyborg monster covered in drills appeared on the field, and at Malik's orders, it rushed straight at Isis, the terrifying spinning drill that seemed to open a hole in her head.
[Steel Diamond Dragon, Attack Power 1600]
"Unleash Gaika, messenger of peace!"
In this moment of emergency, Isis opened a cover card. Three peacemakers appeared on the field, and they easily unsipated the damage caused by Isis. And judging by the way they looked, it seemed that they were planning to stay on the field for a while.
"This round, your own monster will not be destroyed by the battle, and the combat damage you receive will become zero!"
"Shh Malik spat unhappily, "Did you get through it?" β
"I'll put another card, and the round is over!"
Hearing this, Isis shook her head.
"Malik, you've always been blind and ignorant, like you've been since you were a child."
"My turn, gacha!"
"It's my turn to the main stage." Isis pulled out a card from the graveyard, "I will remove the 'Galactic Whirlwind' in the cemetery, and choose the 'palace rules' on your field to destroy!" β
Malik laughed, "So what? My 'royal decree' is still on the field! β
"Do you have any other means of effect?"
There was silence for a while.
Isis shook her head slowly.
"Malik, even if you become a dark personality, so naΓ―ve...... I'm launching a gaika 'chain whirlwind'! If the effects of Magic, Trap, or Effect Monsters destroy the existing cards on the field, select the two magic and trap cards that exist on the field to destroy! β
"I choose your 'Imperial Palace' and 'Imperial Palace'!"
"What?!"
Malik then remembered that although his "Edict" locked the magic card and "Bullet Pressure" locked the special move, the Magic Card launched by Isis from the graveyard was not affected by his "Edict"!
"Muda!" Malik hurriedly activated the gaika he had covered earlier, "God's Proclamation!" I pay half of my health, nullifying your chain whirlwind! β
An old man immediately appeared on the field, and he just stretched out his hand majestically towards the chain of white whirlwinds, and the whirlwind was about to break away, but ......
"Then I'll also launch the Proclamation of God!" Isis reached out and opened the gai, "Pay half of your health, invalidate your divine declaration!" β
Another god old man came to the field, he looked at the old man who was exerting his divine power, and with just a light finger, the old man shattered into a phantom.
"Nani ?!!!"
Malik was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead, and under this effect, he only had one gaka left on the field, and it was difficult to stop Isis from unfolding.
ββ¦β¦β
Isis looked at the cards in her hand and ended the round.
Malik breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that she didn't draw the expansion card either, she just cleared his field.
Battlefield on both sides.
Isis:
Front Field: None.
Backcourt: None.
Malik:
Front: [Steel Diamond Dragon, Attack Power 1600]
Backcourt: Gaika.
Sure enough, in the case of a prolonged battle, it will gradually fall into a disadvantage.
Isis spent three cards to get rid of Malik's blockade, and she flipped another one in order to block Malik's monster.
Her court was now empty, and she had only two cards left in her hand, which was extremely dangerous.
"Hey, hey......" Malik began to laugh wickedly, "It seems that my tactics are still useful, sister, your deck has lost its effect!" β
"I offer the Steel Diamond Dragon as a sacrifice to summon the Poets of Hell!"
A terrifying dried corpse appeared on the field, its appearance was extremely terrifying, covered in corpse spots and hollows, and several human faces slowly moving around its body.
[Hell Poet, Attack 2000]
"Direct attack! The Grim Voice of the Poet of Hell! β
Malik pointed to the opposite side.
"The Dark Game is also launched! The pain you are now receiving is 100%! β
Exploding sound waves poured out from in front of the Infernal Poet and swept over Isis.
"Hmm!"
Isis clutched her head tightly.
The pain of the dark game is far from comparable to the duel image, and it can only be said that Malik is about to use a dark trick when he sees an opportunity, even if he has the upper hand now.
A few minutes later, Isis was bleeding from her nose and mouth and staggered back to her feet.
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"I didn't expect it......" Malik withdrew the thousand-year-old tin staff that enhanced damage, "Sister, your will is quite strong!" β
"Malik ......"
Isis herself traveled thousands of miles to Neon to deal with Malik, her unsuccessful brother has already caused too much harm to the world, even if she has to take responsibility for it and cut herself, it will have to be after she defeats Malik and solves this cancer.
Previously, she thought that the hope of defeating Malik was the dueling king Muto Games and the Seahorse Group's Seahorse Seto, but now......
"Peregrine falcon, where the hell have you been......"
ββ
"Xiaomi, enter the system of the duel airship and call up the monitoring of all positions for me."
"Yes."
After the peregrine falcon entered the duel airship, he didn't look stupidly, he went all the way to the main control room, and asked Xiaomi to call up all the surveillance.
Malik is not wary of modern technology, let alone surveillance everywhere.
"Master, there is no Malik in the dueling airship."
"What?"
The peregrine falcon looks at the mobilized surveillance field.
Indeed, Malik was nowhere to be found, except for the wards where the city was still under the care of the medical team.
Did he get off the ship?
Wrong!
"Where's the room where the duelists live?" Peregrine asked suddenly.
Millet shook her head.
"Seahorse doesn't have surveillance in these rooms."
ββ¦β¦β
The peregrine falcon looked into the corridors of each room, and sure enough, it made him suspicious.
Room 8.
A door opened there.