Chapter 883

"Temple of the Kings; you wanted to know what this card was for just now, right?"

Fujiki You Xuan said with a chuckle.

"Well, now you know.

Continuous Spell 'Temple of the Kings': As long as this card exists on the field, all Trap cards held by the controller of the temple can be activated immediately in the turn they are set." (Old version effect)

This overpowered effect had already become a thing of the past in modern Yu-Gi-Oh, tragically having a "once per turn" restriction added to the card name. But in the early days, it hadn't been castrated yet; the Temple was still a powerful home field that could greatly enhance the ability to control traps, an essential partner for the Underworld.

Executor: "!"

Although this Executor was masked, Fujiki You Xuan seemed to be able to feel the shock mixed with anger just through his eyes, without needing to see any change in expression.

He understood instantly what this meant.

Traps could be activated the turn they were set; normally, this meant that trap cards that would otherwise need to be delayed for a turn could almost be activated directly from the hand, greatly improving the practicality of traps from a rules perspective.

Just this point alone was strong enough. And if combined with this Scrap-Iron trap series represented by Scrap-Iron Scarecrow, it actually produced an even more unexpected chemical reaction.

The Scrap series traps were not sent to the Graveyard after activation, but were re-set on the field. Temple of the Kings allowed set traps to be activated in the turn they were set...

Didn't that mean there was no usage restriction?

In other words, as long as Scrap-Iron Scarecrow was on the field, the Executor's attacks could never go through. At the same time, as long as Scrap-Iron Fence was on the field, Fujiki You Xuan's monsters were effectively granted resistance to being destroyed by card effects.

There was simply no limit to the number of times they could be used; it was like an iron-walled defensive line!

The Executor's mouth twitched.

He couldn't attack through it, and he couldn't blow it up.

And then that submarine...

He looked again at the submarine in defensive state on Fujiki You Xuan's field, and suddenly felt his head grow even larger.

His own offensive means were almost completely blocked, and the opponent's submarine could slap him for 800 damage every turn. At this rate, one slap per turn could slap him to death...

And that was assuming the situation on the field didn't change at all and only this lineup was maintained.

Yes, just the defensive line the opponent had on the field so far already made him feel a headache, and he seemed to have no way to break through for the moment. But he wasn't optimistic enough to think that the opponent's means were limited to just this.

The opponent started with these two recyclable traps, Marshmallon for self-contained defense, and the self-contained attacker Submarineroid responsible for riding in his face and slapping him. And then, added to that, was "Temple of the Kings," which was clearly specialized for traps...

It was easy to imagine that the opponent would continue to set up various self-contained defensive lines and more and more troublesome traps. The longer it dragged on, the deeper he would sink into the endless traps, and the situation would become increasingly unfavorable.

The Executor had a dark face as he scanned his hand.

There was no way to break through for now... Fine, then he would deal with it using this move first.

"Set one card face-down, turn ends," the Executor said gloomily.

Fujiki You Xuan: "My turn, draw."

Fujiki You Xuan drew a card and scanned the hand he had drawn. He had no intention of summoning more monsters or spreading out a formation, and only changed the submarine on the field from defense to attack.

"Change 'Submarineroid' to attack position."

【Submarineroid, DEF 1800 -> ATK 800】

"Battle," Fujiki You Xuan said. "Submarineroid, direct attack!"

The invincible submarine dived underground again, preparing to break through.

It's coming again, it's really coming again!

Even the person in charge, Clark, who was lying on the ground unable to move, felt a bit speechless in his heart as he watched this duel.

What kind of deck is this?

Scrap-Iron Scarecrow plus Fence, an absolute blockade against attacks and monster destruction, and then 800-point insulting slaps every turn to slap the opponent to death...

Don't say it, it actually feels a bit powerful.

And compared to being gorgeously one-shot by the opponent's big monster, this way of dying felt like a dull knife cutting meat; 800 HP per turn wasn't exactly painful, but it gave you plenty of time to slowly experience the approach of death.

A red light flashed in the Executor's eyes.

Submarine?

"This kind of thing... You want to defeat me with this kind of thing? An Executor of Taiyi?"

He suddenly puffed out his chest and shouted angrily.

"Don't joke with me!"

As he spoke, the trap in the back row was already activated, and the strong light blooming from that trap card instantly enveloped the entire room, stinging people's eyes so much they could barely open them.

"Continuous Trap 'Light of Intervention'!" the Executor said. "Pay LP in multiples of 1000 to activate.

Then, based on the LP paid, as long as Light of Intervention is on the field, opponent's monsters with ATK lower than the paid LP cannot attack!"

The Executor clenched his right fist and placed it horizontally against his chest.

"I pay 1000 LP to block 'Submarineroid's' attack!"

【Executor, LP 3200 -> LP 2200】

The floor of the room seemed to crack, and the light emerged from the cracks in the ground. First, three thin golden threads pierced through the concrete, and then the entire floor burst open like shattered tempered glass, forming spiderweb patterns. The golden light split into thousands of cold lights, splicing together into three equidistant arc-shaped light curtains.

A harsh sound of metal twisting rang out; that was the sound of the submarine, which was sneaking an attack from underground, slamming head-on into the light wall. Sparks flew, and the submarine was dizzy and wobbled back to Fujiki You Xuan's field.

"Oh? So afraid of my submarine?"

Fujiki You Xuan smiled.

"But it was just an 800 ATK hit, and you actually paid 1000 LP to defend... Tsk tsk, am I that scary?"

"Shut up."

The Executor said coldly.

It wasn't just to block this turn's attack; this way, the submarine's output was temporarily sealed.

Although he still had a headache about the opponent's Scrap trap defense, at least he had blocked the opponent's output means.

So now the situation had reached the stage where both sides were staring at each other.

Come on, let's hurt each other!

The Executor snorted coldly in his heart.

It's just self-contained defense, who can't do that?

He was an Executor of Taiyi, having followed the organization to fight through countless timelines. The battles he had seen and experienced exceeded the imagination of most duelists in any era.

The Executor clenched his fists and said gloomily.

"You guys don't understand anything. You haven't seen true despair, haven't personally felt the pain of the end of all things, of everything you care about dying in your arms.

That pain of not being able to protect anything, of only being able to watch the world fall into darkness..."

He clenched his fist and pounded his chest hard.

"How could you understand the resolve of us who have walked out carrying such despair, such pain!"

"Oh? You're also a person from the future?"

Fujiki You Xuan became interested when he said that.

"Then, are you also a partner of Z-one?"

(End of chapter)