A god had descended.
The serpent god let out a piercing roar, spewing chaotic energy from its maw—a black torrent that ripped through space wherever it touched.
But it was useless.
The apocalyptic blast struck the sacred flames. Golden light like the dawn, the sun’s fire easily dissolved the darkness, like sunlight shredding the night.
Then the Sun God opened its mouth, its golden body blazing like a phoenix, holy fire swirling within.
Divine Blaze Cannon!
The cannon fire, like a scorching meteor, cut through the darkness. Light and shadow clashed for a moment, but darkness was quickly suppressed. The flaming cannon pierced the serpent god’s massive body; from below, it looked like the night itself was being torn apart.
The serpent god’s body quickly burned, stripped from the chaos, falling from the night and turning to ash midair, vanishing into nothingness.
After completing this attack, the Winged Dragon of Ra soared, letting out a sharp cry, spinning upward like a meteor, then turning into flames and dissipating.
Kira watched the direction the god vanished, frowning. "That was..."
"The Winged Dragon of Ra, the Sun God, the strongest of the three Egyptian Gods... but not really," BLS said softly.
"I think, just like the serpent god, it was only a remnant."
Kira nodded.
Right.
None of the Egyptian God cards had appeared; without cards as a medium, no matter how strong the spirit, it couldn’t show its full power. What they’d just seen was probably just an afterimage of its might.
Using the Millennium Puzzle derivative as a medium, a trace of the god’s sealed power remained, designed for emergencies like this. Only a pharaoh’s artifact could command such power.
Even if he couldn’t control it now, this mini puzzle was undoubtedly a great treasure. If he ever managed to get a Winged Dragon of Ra card, maybe this thing could help.
Even if he couldn’t wield it directly, it’d be a good token—maybe the gods would see it as a approval signed by the Pharaoh himself?
The battle of gods seemed to shake the heavens and earth, but in reality it happened in an instant. In a blink, Kira was the only one left standing in the valley.
All the cultists were instantly wiped out. Even funnier, they weren’t even defeated by the enemy god, but by their own serpent god devouring them all at once.
Kira could only shake his head at these poor souls who backed the wrong side, inheriting their will...
Through their decks.
Don’t underestimate this simple task. The serpent god wiped out its own followers in one blow, and collecting all those decks was exhausting. He couldn’t even take them all back in one trip...
The biggest gain, though, was the spirit he’d encountered along the way.
After finishing up, Kira took out the Caius the Shadow Monarch card again. Black mist emerged, coalescing into Caius’s form.
But this time, Caius was more silent than before, his expression a bit odd.
"Alright, I’ve got time now. Where were we in our conversation?" Kira asked. "Let me think... I remember you were saying something about me killing your duelist and being pretty bold?"
Caius shook his head rapidly.
"No, you misheard."
"Huh? Really?" Kira tilted his head. "Because it sounded like you two were close and you wanted revenge."
"Heh, what a joke."
Caius snorted, folding his arms in the mist, answering firmly:
"We aren’t close."
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