Chapter 1197: Teammate runs away when the situation is wrong

"Ah ah ah—"

Dark Mist hugged his head and roared.

You dare to believe that he crashed to death?

In fact, chaos transformation is a slightly dangerous move even for an existence like Dark Mist.

He cooperated with Barian and obtained Barian's power, but the power of Barian's "chaos transformation" is also a relatively novel concept even for him.

So Dark Mist was actually a bit hesitant before using Barian's power. He had no doubt that the power of chaos could let him step on a new stage and reach a higher realm, but it was accompanied by risks.

For example, he might go berserk, might lose consciousness, or even worse. Because Dark Mist had never tried chaos transformation, this was uncontrollable for him.

Just now he felt the opponent was tricky, so he made up his mind to use the power of chaos. That feeling was actually a bit like breaking through in battle, just like breaking through in battle when the atmosphere was set.

However, who would have thought that he would crash to death on the opponent's body three seconds after breaking through!?

Dark Mist was about to vomit blood. He, the dignified Dark Mist, the dark side of Astral, didn't even have a chance to show himself after breaking through, and crashed to death by himself, doesn't it make him look like a miscellaneous fish?

Speaking of which, I'm angry again.

No, what is this camera?

Dark Mist felt bad.

Didn't you take over the duel of that Yuma Tsukumo? Then where is your Utopia? What about the Utopia slashing?

Reasonably speaking, he Dark Mist still didn't feel empty when facing Utopia, he felt he had an advantage.

But what are these broken things like Ruler of Color and Focus Force? Is the Utopia Deck played like this?

However, no matter how much unwillingness he held in his heart, the outcome was set.

Dark Mist was still glaring at Zhang Ka with anger, at this time the restraint he had imposed had loosened. A mass of pitch-black mist disintegrated in all directions, revealing a slender body of star blue.

Flying light particles gathered, as if light gathered into a human shape. Astral opened his closed eyes slowly, swept across Dark Mist, looked at Yuma, and finally fell on Zhang Ka.

"It seems that in the end, we still owe you one," Astral said lightly.

Zhang Ka shrugged and waved his hand: "A small effort, just passing by, just treat it as practicing hands at night to maintain the dueling feel."

As he spoke, he swept a glance at Dark Mist, who had already withered.

"Anyway, he is very weak, just playing casually, didn't take it seriously."

Weak... weak?

As soon as this remark came out, the other three were not good.

First of all, Dark Mist is the opposite of Astral, at least at this stage, although his strength is different, it is not far behind. In addition, Yuma also felt that this Dark Mist was terrifyingly strong just now, but he didn't expect that in Zhang Ka's eyes, he actually felt like he was not even on the table?

The most furious was naturally Dark Mist, ah ah ah roaring as if very unconvinced, shouting something about having the ability to come again and something about despicable and sinister, as if he was angry that Zhang Ka chose some NO. that didn't let him play cards instead of fighting head-on.

Of course, he had no chance.

"I was careless before, ignoring your existence, No. 96."

Astral reached out to him.

"There won't be a next time."

Dark Mist contracted his pupils and struggled hard. But at this time, his duel had been defeated, where did he have the strength to resist?

He immediately thought of his new ally, looked up in the direction of Vector, and opened his mouth to shout for help.

However, this "help" word hadn't even had time to shout, and immediately turned into a curse.

Because he realized now that at the end of the duel just now, when he was about to lose, or even hadn't lost yet, Vector had already run away.

The teammate here is still fighting in a group, still fighting hard to top it, and Vector over there has already run away, highlighting a collapse and running away.

What is a teammate? Non-existent.

There is a saying that dead friends are not dead poor people. The meaning of teammates to Vector is probably that when the group collapses, you have to run faster than your teammates, because this can make your survival probability greater. After a moment of futile struggle, Dark Mist was sucked in the direction of Astral. His body seemed to collapse, disintegrating into a large mass of black mist, and was absorbed into Astral's body like thick smoke drawn by an exhaust fan.

The remaining darkness gathered in Astral's hand and transformed into a card.

"No. 96 Dark Mist," Astral muttered, "What a dangerous opponent. Does this guy have any connection with me before I lost my memory?"

At this time, Yuma moved his muscles and bones, feeling that his body movement had recovered. He walked up and asked: "Are you okay, Astral?"

"It's fine."

Astral looked at Zhang Ka.

"Thanks to you today."

"I also said, it's a small matter, it doesn't matter. Compared to this," Zhang Ka looked at Astral, "If 100 Numbers are all fragments of your memory, then Dark Mist should be a very important part of it, right?"

Astral nodded: "Probably."

"Then now that you have absorbed Dark Mist, have you remembered anything else?" Zhang Ka asked.

Astral closed his eyes, pondered for a long time, as if feeling the change in memory.

But then he shook his head lightly.

"No, I only feel chaos, anger, and some dark emotions," Astral said, "Other than that, there doesn't seem to be much change."

"Is that so."

Zhang Ka didn't ask any more questions.

Of course, he had known about Astral's past for a long time, so he wasn't too curious.

Astral is a messenger who came to the human world to save the Astral World. Initially, it seemed that his mission was only to collect Numbers. It seemed that he had to collect 100 Numbers to restore his original complete memory and restore his own complete power.

Thousands of years ago, Astral and the creator god of the Barian World, "Don Thousand," had a terrifying duel that opened up the world. It is rumored that the aftermath of that duel had the power to destroy the world.

The end of that battle seemed to be Astral winning. Don Thousand was sealed in the "Sea of Malice" of the Barian World, and since then, he has been sealed from ancient times to the present.

So Astral should have been a top-level existence at the same level as Don Thousand in the ancient period, both of whom were top-level beings who could create and destroy the world in a single thought.

It's just that now these two have become zero-level blank slates starting from amnesia and playing cultivation, and the other's remnant soul is sealed and has become pickled vegetables forgotten at the bottom of the kimchi jar. The current state can be said to be brothers in trouble, half a catty and eight taels.

"The people who came to our world before from your dimension opened a passage, and my people have been studying this, and now there seems to be some clues."

Zhang Ka said casually.

"In another day or two, we should be able to complete a similar passage again."

Yuma's eyes lit up: "Eh? Does this mean..."

"It means you can go back then. But of course..."

Zhang Ka smiled slightly.

"I will also go with you to see, are you welcome?" ===== CHAPTER 1198 =====