Chapter 671: The Alliance of Darkness

"Lord Marik."

Rishid entered the room and bowed respectfully.

"I've told you how many times now, there's no need for this."

Marik, sitting on the sofa, waved his hand impatiently and said.

"The Pharaoh has returned to the Underworld, and the cards of the three Egyptian Gods have vanished from this world. The mission of our Tomb Keepers has long since ended; neither you nor I are bound by the shackles of the past anymore.

From now on, we are just brothers. I am no longer the master you need to serve."

It wasn't the first time he had said something similar, but Rishid had grown up in the Tomb Keepers since childhood, and for the first half of his life, he had been a loyal servant to Marik. Habits formed over so many years were hard to break, even if he were told to change.

"Forget it," Marik said. "Did you see that person?"

Rishid replied, "I did."

"Did you lose?"

Rishid said, "A crushing defeat."

Marik nodded. "After all, he is a man who earned the title of King. It would be strange if he didn't have that level of strength."

However, Marik was not the kind of man to be intimidated by the title of Duel King. After all, he had once stood at the pinnacle, commanded the supreme Egyptian Gods, and was one of the duelists who had contended with the strongest of his era.

Although his final outcome back then was not what he had hoped for, he did not consider himself kicked out of the ranks of the elite. He had always believed that if a bit of luck were involved, not to mention the Pharaoh, he would at least have had a chance to beat Kaiba Seto.

It was just that he no longer had the ambition for revenge, nor was he interested in the hollow fame of being a Duel King or world champion, so he simply hadn't bothered to compete. He hadn't even bothered to inquire about the current strength of duelists in the current environment.

But now, the clash between his familiar subordinate and the current Duel King had piqued his interest, so he continued to ask: "Then, what methods did he use to break through your layers of trap seals?

Super-fast aggression? Was his summoning and attacking speed so fast that your trap deployment couldn't keep up? Or did he summon an ace monster with powerful resistance? Or was it a heavy assault focused on back-row destruction?"

But as he listed several tactics he had thought of, Rishid only shook his head.

"No," Rishid said gloomily. "It wasn't that he broke through me; it was that I couldn't break through him."

Marik: "?"

"He started with Jinzo and Royal Decree," Rishid said. "His Jinzo was endless; no matter how many times I dealt with it, it could immediately revive, and it even evolved into an advanced form.

Almost my entire deck had no place to be used. I couldn't beat him."

Marik: "."

After pondering for a long while, he said.

"Hmm, Jinzo, that's quite unfortunate. I feel for you. It seems this Duel King really has some tricks up his sleeve."

At this moment, a crisp female voice came from behind: "But this is a good thing for us, isn't it?"

The two looked toward the sound and saw that Marik's sister, Ishizu, was already standing at the door.

"Sister," Marik stood up.

"The Wicked Gods are waking up. The more power we can gather, the better," Ishizu said.

Marik nodded. "That's true. I hope he can handle it."

After a pause, Marik said with some melancholy: "Since the battle with Kaiba Seto, I haven't seen the first Duel King in many years. If it had been Yugi Mutou, who personally sent the Pharaoh away during the Ceremonial Battle, it would surely..."

Ishizu shook her head. "So many years have passed; this world cannot rely on him alone forever." "That's also true."

Marik leaned back into the sofa and fell into deep thought, silent.

Elsewhere.

A place of darkness, like a realm filled with despair. Thick, pitch-black clouds churned like an ocean, and within that sea of clouds, some massive dark silhouettes seemed to be lurking.

In the darkness, one silhouette spoke.

"You failed?"

After a few seconds of silence, another silhouette slowly floated up from beneath the sea of clouds. Its shape could vaguely be seen to have a long body, a twisted tail, and wide wings, vaguely resembling the image of "The Wicked Eraser" that had just fought You Xuan.

"I was careless."

The Wicked Eraser said in a muffled voice.

The third shadow's silhouette snorted and said: "It wasn't the Pharaoh, nor was it a priest. It was just an ordinary human. Even if you are the weakest among us, you have truly disgraced us."

The Wicked Eraser was somewhat unconvinced, stiffening its neck and saying: "That brat... that brat used dirty tricks! I was caught off guard for a moment...

Besides, the human host itself was too weak. I could only act indirectly by possessing that weakling, and I was too restricted. If I could have appeared in person, what qualifications would such a mere human have to..."

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"Enough."

The first shadow interrupted its words. The Wicked Eraser immediately shut its mouth, not daring to speak again. Although it was a Wicked God, it seemed quite afraid of this companion's pressure.

The first shadow said: "When all is said and done, it's still this problem.

If it weren't for that hateful Pharaoh and his equally annoying human accomplices, why would we be trapped in such a situation?

If we weren't bound by the seal and could be completely released, looking at this world today, what duelist left in this world would be qualified to fight us?"

As the three Wicked Gods corresponding to the Egyptian Gods, they only had eyes for the Pharaoh and those priests. Now that the Pharaoh was gone, only the reincarnated priests left in this world posed a threat.

Among the reincarnated priests, the most dazzling was undoubtedly Priest Seto, which was the current Kaiba Seto. This person should have been a threat, but years ago, when the Wicked Gods made their last move, they had already encountered him. At that time, the Wicked Gods, possessing the body of Tiamat Yexing, had easily defeated Kaiba Seto, so they didn't take this defeated opponent too seriously now.

The only major problem was that they currently lacked a body that could move freely and exert enough power.

Just then, a new force surged in this dark world. A dark cloud rose up, much smaller than the three silhouettes, looking no bigger than a human.

Such a tiny human, yet he faced these three deities with composure, looking quite calm.

This was a man dressed in black leather. He had short hair, a square face with sharp angles like they were carved by a knife, dark sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a smile that seemed to show he was always in control.

"So, since the Wicked God Lords have many inconveniences, it just so happens that we have an endless supply of bodies convenient for action.

So, how have the Wicked God Lords considered our previous proposal?"

The man pushed up his sunglasses and chuckled lightly.

"If we were to become the hands, feet, and eyes of the Wicked God Lords, many things might become much easier to handle, right?"

The three Wicked Gods were silent for a moment.

A moment later, the first shadow slowly spoke.

"Say it again, your conditions."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 672 =====