Who let him play Yu-Gi-Oh!

Tong Shiye.

The airport in Tongshiye looked busy and solemn in the afterglow of the evening. At the end of the runway, a silvery white light gradually approached from far away on the skyline, passing through the clouds and falling towards the long runway of the airport.

“.”

".Just a few minutes ago, the Egyptian Archaeological Bureau's plane landed at Tongshiye Airport."

A female reporter reports to the camera.

"This time, the Archaeological Bureau is led by Director Isis Ishdar herself."

"Director Isis is a well-known contestant in the first Duel City Competition. She once won the top eight in the first Duel City where the gods gathered.

His younger brother Malik Ishdar is even more famous as the first generation Duel City runner-up and the former owner of the phantom god card 'Winged Dragon of Ra'.

“.”

".It is reported that the Egyptian Archaeological Bureau came here specially for cooperation with Haima Group on an important project. The outside world speculates that there will be major discoveries in the field of duel archaeology."

The image of Isis Ishdar appeared on the TV camera.

Isis was over 30 years old at this time. She had chocolate-colored skin and was well-maintained. She looked the same as she did back then, only with a bit more maturity.

Facing the camera and the microphone handed to her by the reporter, she glanced around expressionlessly and then spoke calmly.

"Egypt is considered by many to be the birthplace of Duel Monsters, and our Egyptian Archaeological Bureau has always taken it as its mission to discover precious relics and vigorously promote the development of the Duel Monsters world."

"We will continue to maintain close cooperation with Haiba Group and jointly promote the progress of Duel Civilization"

“.”

In the hotel's presidential suite, Malik Ishdar sat back on the soft sofa, watching his sister's responses on TV, and jokingly said, "Sister is really photogenic. She's getting more and more skilled at handling these interviews with reporters."

Malik looked through his schedule.

"There's quite a lot planned these days. Let me see. Party, party, opening ceremony, party. Oh, and golf."

Isis Ishdar said calmly, "We are not here to play, Malik."

"I know."

Malik put away his smile, looked out the window, and was absent-minded for a moment.

It was already late at night, the sky outside the window was full of stars, and the road was busy. Even at night the city was still busy.

"The three phantom gods have all left this world," Malik said. "With the departure of the phantom gods, the Pharaoh's soul has also returned to the underworld. I thought this was the end of the curse that our grave-keeping clan has carried for three thousand years. I really thought everything would end here."

He looked at Isis, whose expression remained calm and peaceful.

"But it's never really over, is it, sister?" he said. "Every time you think you've gotten over the past, it comes back. We gravekeepers can never really wait for the fate that will stop fighting, can we?"

Isis closed her eyes gently, and after a moment, she smiled slightly.

"It's not fate, Malik," she said softly. "We fight because we choose to fight. Because we are warriors, and the world will always need warriors no matter what time it is."

"Well, I vaguely guessed you would say that." Malik said helplessly, "But sister, I think you also know that darkness is about to come again. And this time, there will be no Pharaoh standing in front of the darkness again."

"Yeah. The Pharaoh is gone."

Isis smiled.

"But don't worry, there will always be a new king in this world."

Mountains and dense forests.

Thick black clouds enveloped the area, just like the deep night swallowing up the last ray of sunlight. The black clouds were swirling like boiling ink, and black lightning gathered in the clouds. Every flash was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if hiding the wrath of God.

This is where the Adventists gather.

High in the sky, jets were approaching the area.

"There is a strong disturbance ahead, as well as unusual storms and lightning."

The pilot said to You Xuan apologetically.

"We're sorry, but I'm afraid we can't go any further."

"fine."

You Xuan had already put the jet glider on his back. He punched the button to open the cabin door and smiled at the pilot.

"Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."

After saying that, he jumped and disappeared among the sea of ​​clouds.

Countless followers of the Advent gathered in the woods, surrounding the altar.

The archbishop stood in the center of the altar, presiding over the sacred ceremony, while the congregants, with solemn faces and pious eyes, chanted the ancient spells in unison.

Then, following the bishop's order, they all raised their hands.

Instantly, everyone felt as if part of their soul had been taken away. In just a few seconds, their bodies were drained of energy, as if they had been fighting a high-intensity duel all night long. Some people with weaker physical fitness felt their legs and feet weaken, and they fell to the ground.

This was a ritual of sacrifice. Sometimes the sacrifice was a living soul, sometimes a spirit, and sometimes their own energy.

Of course, the evil god was still polite, at least he would leave a breath for his followers when he sucked their lives out. They might feel exhausted, but they would not die.

After all, if all the believers died, the evil god would have to find a way to recruit new people to work, which would be quite troublesome. The evil god still had the basic awareness of sustainable development.

In return, the Evil God would show them some miracles from time to time.

The most common ones are thunder and lightning. Sometimes they will chop down a tree, and sometimes they will possess the bishop or other high-ranking officials and give out oracles.

Well, oracle is a nicer way of saying it, but to put it bluntly it means assigning them new jobs.

But today, things went a little beyond expectations.

It was an especially eye-catching bolt of lightning, like the wrath of a god, striking the altar directly. The moment it touched the altar, there was no explosion as expected, but instead it seemed to turn into a ball of lightning that lingered above the altar, forming a swirling vortex.

All the believers opened their eyes wide, shocked to see that in the lightning, a human figure faintly emerged?

I was stunned for a few seconds.

Then someone took the lead and shouted, "Lord Evil God? Lord Evil God has appeared!"

Everyone shuddered instantly and quickly became excited.

Yes, Lord Evil God, it must be Lord Evil God appearing! Or at least his incarnation.

This was the first time. Previously, the evil god had at most asked the bishop or other high-ranking officials to pass on messages to them, but there had never been a precedent of the incarnation coming in person.

Then all the audience bowed their heads.

Landing in the middle of the altar, You Xuan, who had just stood up, dusted himself off and glanced at the devout believers kneeling down below the stage.

Then he burst out laughing.

He raised his hand solemnly.

"Please stand up."