Chapter 223: Messenger

The dead count, who watched the whole process of his teammate being executed at close range, was silent for a while.

Then he retreated silently, shrank back to the corner of the cell, and sat down with his knees hugged.

Since being brought into this bunker, since being locked in this cage, there hasn't been a day he hasn't thought about breaking through the cage, taking revenge on these minions of the evil god, and letting them understand what kind of end it will be to offend the count.

But now, for the first time in his life, he suddenly felt that this cage was quite good.

Although it can't be said to be very comfortable, at least it can give him some sense of security compared to the outside.

The outside world is too terrifying.

After settling the Fiend big brother who came to rob the prison, Fujiki You Xuan clapped his hands, then turned to look at the dead count in the cell.

"Coming out or not?" He asked.

The dead count shook his head desperately.

"No, no, it's quite good here... haha."

He tried hard to squeeze out a smile, but that rotten zombie face grinned, which looked even more terrifying, and even a bit silly.

"Sure not coming out?" Fujiki You Xuan tempted. "You better think about it, it's rare for your brothers to risk their lives to rob the prison for you. If you miss today, there won't be a next time."

The dead count continued to shake his head: "Not going out, no matter what, not going out. It's very good here, super comfortable, I especially like being inside."

"Oh, is that so."

Fujiki You Xuan nodded.

Then he bent down, picked up the deck from the dead Fiend big brother, and picked up the key he dropped on the ground.

The key was inserted into the keyhole, and there was a series of sounds.

Then the dead count saw with wide eyes that this cell door that had trapped him for I don't know how long—but now ironically became the last barrier blocking him and the Fiend... was unlocked.

The door was pushed open slowly, and the Fiend with a sunny smile walked in slowly, making a cold whisper: "You're not going out, then I'm coming in."

The dead count trembled violently.

Don't, don't come in!

Thinking of the miserable death of his teammate just now, and the fact that he had tried his best to only scrape off 200 points of the opponent's blood, and finally died miserably under the chain pit design of the opponent...

A short duel made the count understand one thing. This is definitely not an opponent of the level he can provoke.

And if he dared to play cards with this person, he would definitely die miserably.

Then he soon realized something even more terrifying...

"You..." He stared straight at the mechanical Duel Disk that he had never seen before in the opponent's hand. "Why can you use the power of cards here?"

Fujiki You Xuan didn't understand: "What's wrong with this?"

"There should be a barrier set in every cell." The dead count looked at him with increasing suspicion. "Being able to use the power of cards in the barrier... who are you?"

"This?"

Fujiki You Xuan vaguely guessed something.

So that's it, the power of spirits will be bound in this cage, and you can't summon the Duel Disk?

However, Fujiki You Xuan is not a spirit at all, and his Duel Disk is not some spirit magic.

Kaiba technology, kid.

Fujiki You Xuan immediately understood. Oh, so you can't play cards in here.

That's even better, even the dueling link can be saved. He summoned Jinzo without saying a word, and directly bombarded his face with a mental shock.

"Woo ah ah ah!"

The dead count, whose ability was sealed, was naturally completely unable to resist, and was directly opened a skylight in his chest by the mental energy wave, happily receiving the heart-blooming package, and soon his body glowed with golden light, gradually disintegrating into light points and dissipating.

And sure enough, after disintegrating into light points, it exploded into a deck. It even included his body, the Level 5 normal monster "Dead Count."

Fujiki You Xuan was very satisfied, picked up the deck and put it away.

At this time, the noisy fighting sound outside had also stopped. Soon a team of jailers rushed in from the hole broken in the bunker, and soon found the broken cell here.

"You over there, stop!"

The jailers nervously surrounded the cell that was broken open.

Fujiki You Xuan walked out of the cell unhurriedly, facing a circle of swords and guns pointing at him.

"Don't be nervous."

He slowly took out a small green crystal.

The jailers were full of vigilance at first, but after seeing the crystal in his hand, their expressions gradually changed from vigilance to confusion, followed by shock and fear.

Orichalcos shard. Only those who are allowed to hold shards in the territory occupied by Orichalcos in the Spirit World, at least at the regional leader level, are also proof of identity.

"You... you... you are?"

The jailers put down their weapons unconsciously, trembling and asking. Some people's knees were already soft, and they were about to kneel down unconsciously.

"One of our own." Fujiki You Xuan smiled, showed it, and then put away the shard.

But suddenly a jailer knelt down and shouted: "Messenger! Welcome the great God's Messenger!"

Fujiki You Xuan: "?"

Huh?

Messenger? What messenger?

Still that conference room, still that batch of high-level officials.

"This invasion was really unexpected."

A Fiend high-level official said with lingering fear.

"We haven't encountered anyone who dared to rob the prison in the bunker for a long time, and this time the opponent's organization and strength are extraordinary. If it weren't for the Warden sitting in town personally, it would have been really dangerous."

The Warden said in a deep voice: "That vampire lord is truly extraordinary, even I only fought him to a draw. And this person is cunning and ruthless, seeing that the situation is not good, he didn't hesitate to abandon his companions still in the bunker and flee on the spot..."

The duel between spirits is physical damage, but not a dark duel. There is a chance to run away halfway through the duel.

The Warden was worried about the situation inside the bunker, only seeking to repel the opponent and not seeking to take it down completely, so he didn't pursue the victory when the opponent ran away. So the vampire lord ran away halfway through the duel.

"Didn't expect that such a degree of resistance force had gathered nearby." A high-level official said coldly. "We clearly haven't started with those blood clans yet, didn't expect them to be so anxious to find death."

"It seems it's time to let those stupid blood-sucking insects understand what kind of end it is to defy the True God."

"This can be put aside for now. Compared to this,"

The Warden leaned forward, narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"This prison robbery storm may not be all bad things."

"How to say?" A Fiend was puzzled.

"Before the meeting was interrupted, we just said that the God sent a special messenger. The identity of the messenger is unknown, or even possibly deliberately hidden by the superiors.

We have no way of knowing what race, what gender, or in what form the messenger will appear. But for the next period of time, I hope everyone will act on the premise that 'anyone could be that messenger.'

Every word and action must be careful."

"Understood." The high-level officials nodded one after another.

The secret visit of the messenger is a process that the bunker, or any stronghold established after surrendering to God, cannot escape. Sometimes it is on the surface, and sometimes it is secretly conducted like this time.

After all, people also know that the natives of many dimensions are not truly believing in the God of Orichalcos, but simply forced by power to compromise.

Some of them may even be pretending, just doing a surface look to seek a way to survive. Once the control of the God Sect over the area declines, it is not impossible for some organization strongholds to defect and run away immediately.

"I heard that some races are also good at transformation and disguise, or rely on magic power to do it."

A high-level official looked around at the colleagues around him and said.

"Perhaps the messenger has already come, and it might be in this room."

Everyone began to look at each other, looking at the colleagues around them to see if they could be disguised by the messenger.

"Could it be a jailer?"

"Be bolder, it's not impossible to mix in the newly arrived prisoners."

Many people didn't speak, but suspicion appeared on their faces.

Would a messenger really pretend to be a prisoner?

"In short, don't let go of any possibility." The Warden concluded. "Be careful in the next period of time..."