Chapter 741: Tyrant's Castle
Chapter 741: Tyrant's Castle
"Elemental Hero Flame Wyvern's attack!"
"Flame Wyvern's effect deals damage to the opponent equal to the attack value of the destroyed monster!"
"I win! What an exciting duel!"
Jito happily struck a pose towards his opponent.
Turning back, he saw Machi Uchi, the legendary gambler, also dominating a demon soldier wearing armor.
"The effect of the Reverse Monster, Dice Flask, activates. Both players roll the dice once, and the player with the lower number will take damage based on the number rolled by their opponent!"
"Haha! I rolled a 6, and the effect of the Dice Flask deals 6000 points of damage to the opponent when a 6 is rolled!"
The demon soldier was instantly defeated by a single dice roll, and as he dissipated into a point of light, he cursed in an incomprehensible demon language. Although they couldn't understand what he was saying, they guessed it was something like, 'This is a damn duel.'
However, it was indeed understandable. Anyone who got hit by a dice roll and lost 6000 Life Points in an instant might have the same reaction.
"Ah~ Duels are the best. It was so thrilling."
Jito stretched lazily.
"Yeah, yeah."
Machi Uchi and Jito walked side by side. During their journey through parallel dimensions, they found each other's interests aligned and became close duel partners.
They were now in the center of the twelve dimensions, the dimension where Tyrant's Castle was located.
After a long journey, You Xuan and the other two used consciousness projection to travel through countless worlds in parallel dimensions, just like heroes seeking the Demon Lord, passing through various trials. Finally, they had arrived at this ultimate dimension.
The legendary Tyrant was here.
Along the way, they had witnessed countless scenes of the suffering of the people under the rule of the Tyrant Army. The Tyrant Army had already dominated twelve dimensions, and the indigenous people in various places were living in misery under their oppressive rule.
The closer they got to the dimension where Tyrant's Castle was located, the more unbearable the chaos became, and the more determined they were to defeat the Tyrant.
"To be honest, I've seen all sorts of duelists."
Machi Uchi couldn't help but speak up.
"But a duelist like you is indeed rare."
Jito was surprised. "Me? What about me?"
"Well, I'm not sure how to put it. It's like... a sense of enthusiasm?" Machi Uchi struggled to find the right words, "Your duels seem to have an incredible power, as if they're infectious."
"Is that so?"
Jito scratched his head.
"Haha, I'm not that special either. If I had to say, You Xuan is even more unique."
"That's true."
Machi Uchi nodded and glanced at You Xuan beside him.
"A duelist like you is also quite rare."
You Xuan spread his hands, indicating his innocence.
As they spoke, the three of them had already passed through a war-torn town reduced to ruins. Standing on the rubble and looking into the distance, they could vaguely see a dark mountain in the distance, with a castle standing tall like a demon. The lightning in the sky outlined the castle's rugged silhouette, as if it were disdainfully overlooking the mortal world.
"Hey, could that be..."
Machi Uchi looked at the other two.
"Yeah." You Xuan nodded and said after a pause, "Tyrant's Castle?"
The three of them silently gazed at the distant dark castle, its skyline reaching towards the heavens, exuding an aura of royal authority even from a distance.
"That's... Tyrant's Castle." Jito murmured.
At the same time, he clenched his fists unconsciously.
Throughout their journey, he had witnessed too much—the chaos under the Tyrant's rule, the oppressed people, and the slaughtered rebel warriors.
He even became good friends with some of them.
Through You Xuan, he also learned that the Tyrant seemed to have a special connection with him.
Although You Xuan told him that the Tyrant was his dark side and should be regarded as an opposing avatar, and that his actions had nothing to do with him, Jito still felt uneasy.
Moreover, as they drew closer to the castle, he seemed to sense a connection with this place deep within him.
He vaguely felt the presence of a certain being within the castle, as if truly transcending the spatial shackles and existing in some kind of connection with him. This confirmed what You Xuan had said, and he instinctively felt that this was his duty and his mission.
He was like the hero from an old tale, who had arrived here by accident from a foreign world. Upon arrival, he had been entrusted with the mission to defeat the Demon Lord. This was his responsibility, and he had to complete it.
He couldn't explain why, but he had such an intuition.
"Alright, let's storm the castle with one last push!"
"Let's do it tomorrow."
Machi Uchi thought for a moment and said, "Today is the last day of the weekend. We've been dueling for twelve hours straight, so it's probably better to rest and regroup."
"But I'm not tired yet," Jito said.
"Mr. Machi Uchi is right," You Xuan agreed. "Consecutive duels are exhausting, and it can affect performance. Even after entering Tyrant's Castle, we won't immediately face the Tyrant himself. There will likely be more consecutive battles ahead."
"We've spent so much time getting here, and we're just one step away from the end. It's not urgent to rush in tonight. Let's rest, adjust our decks, and prepare ourselves to be in the best condition before we go in. It won't be too late then."
Hearing You Xuan's words, Jito reluctantly nodded, "Alright."
Looking at the towering castle of Tyrant's Castle once more, he reached out and clenched his fist.
"I'll be back tomorrow."
The three of them logged out for the day.
But on the same day, within Tyrant's Castle.
In the deepest part of the castle, in a chair surrounded by countless evil demons, the dark ruler slowly opened his eyes.
Those were a pair of terrifying golden eyes, golden orbs that shot out sword-like rays in the darkness. Those eyes possessed such majesty that just a glance seemed to make people shudder and freeze. Yet, at the same time, they were so hollow, as if an essential part of the soul was missing.
"Your Highness, the Tyrant."
A demon knelt on one knee, crouching down and cautiously asking, "Do you have any orders?"
"About the foreign world intruders I mentioned before," the Tyrant said coldly, "Have you found them?"
"The dispatched reconnaissance team has not reported back yet, so we haven't been able to locate them," the demon replied.
"They have arrived," the Tyrant interrupted abruptly.
The demon was startled, "You... what?"
"They have arrived, they are nearby, I can feel it," the Tyrant said solemnly.
But after thinking for a moment, the Tyrant waved his hand.
"You may leave."
The demon felt as if he had been granted a great pardon, as if just saying one more word in front of the Tyrant would bring immense pressure. He nodded repeatedly and quickly retreated.
The Tyrant slowly closed his eyes.
They were very close, and he could feel those intruders.
Or at least, one of them.
His name is Yucheng
Yucheng Jito.
(End of Chapter)
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