Chapter 587 The Black Magician!

"Akhnadin!" Mahad stepped forward, "What do you want to do?"

"Mahad, you are a ridiculously foolish fellow." Aknadin snorted, "You are also one of the biggest obstacles in my plan. It's just right, you stay here and die with your failed master!"

He raised his hand, and the sea snake temporarily abandoned the flustered sand sculptures, turned around and stabbed towards Mahad like a scarlet lightning!

"Magician of Black Fantasy!"

Mahad shouted, and the black-robed wizard behind him flashed forward, waving his staff and flying towards the hideous snake. The wizard nimbly dodged the sea snake's attack in the air, and the sea snake turned around quickly, showing its fangs and turned its head to chase, but saw the magician backhand a magic cannonball, which exploded on the sea snake's forehead.

The sea snake let out a wail, and its red scales dragged black smoke, and its body fell heavily to the ground.

The spirit "Dios" released by the controlled Set, a black warrior holding a sword, came around from the flank and swung his sword to try to cut the magician of black fantasy, but was knocked away by a fireball from the flank.

The fireball came from the "Cursed Dragon", a spirit summoned by the priest Karim.

"Are you crazy, priest Aknadin?" Priest Shada shouted, "Do you want to betray the Pharaoh?"

"Pharaoh? Soon not!"

Aknadin roared. His voice was out of tune, sounding like a wounded beast.

Darkness erupted, and a powerful force seemed to be pulled out from the depths of his body. A contract was taking effect. It was the power he sold his soul to the evil god and obtained from the depths of the underworld, a truly powerful power.

But in order to maintain this powerful power, he must burn his soul!

Aknadin's body also changed. The black cyclone was like a spinning blade that shredded his white robe into pieces. His face was covered by a white mask, revealing only the cold, mechanical-like Millennium Eyes.

His body was wrapped in a wide black cloak, and on the chest of the purple-black armor was a golden eye unique to the Millennium Artifact, just like the eyes of a demon in hell, looking coldly at the world through his body.

Aknadin no longer exists.

Now he is called "The Great Priest of Darkness"!

"Hah ah ah!!!"

The Great Priest of Darkness roared in a deep voice, his cloak rolled, and the powerful dark power burst out like a surging river. The whole secret room suddenly changed its style, and the solid floor turned into soft soil. Every step made people feel that monsters might emerge from the ground at any time.

The air became damp and cold, and vines and bushes rose from the ground. The cold wind carried the ghosts through the forest, and the cold and pungent air was as heavy as lead.

This is... the world of the undead!

The ground in front of the Dark High Priest cracked, and his burly body rose from the ground! The white skeleton was covered like armor, and the devil-like skull head was hideous. The red gem inlaid on the staff in his hand was like a bloodthirsty eye, sweeping viciously, like the master of this undead realm.

The Death King, Evil Eye!

The combat power of Aknadin, who transformed into the Dark High Priest, instantly opened up a level with other priests. The combination of the Undead World and the Death King Evil Eye was even more powerful.

The priests worked together and summoned elves from all around. But the Evil Eye spun around, and the magic wand just swept, and a wave of red waves blew away a row of elves neatly.

The priests were blown to pieces, and only Mahad staggered back half a step, but still barely stopped. The magician of the black fantasy barely opened the transparent magic circle, and the magic shield was like a stubborn stone that separated the rapids, resisting the impact of the evil eye.

A transparent cyclone burst out from behind the black fantasy magician, and the body that flew out pierced the fog of the undead like an arrow. He flexibly flew around the evil eye, and the magic light bullets exploded continuously on the undead king, and the magic torrent dragged the black electric snake to bombard the bone armor of the dead king.

Mahad's strength was already superior. When his strength was fully open, the other priests except Seth were not his opponents even if they worked together.

But it was still not enough.

"Tsk, after all, he is just a magician!" The dark high priest extended his right palm, and his five fingers were retracted, making a fist gesture.

"Go to hell!"

The power of the dead king exploded, and it seemed that some absolute command was given in the deep darkness, suddenly restraining the magician's actions. The black fantasy magician who was flying and leaping was suddenly grabbed and could not move.

The ruby ​​on the staff of the Dead King flickered, and the scarlet light was like a demon that could not hold back its excitement. The beam of light gathered and hit the body of the Black Fantasy Magician head-on like a piercing spear. The magician flew backwards uncontrollably, breaking a load-bearing column in the room, bouncing on the ground like a ball, and then crashed into the wall behind him.

Mahad's eyes froze, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His legs and feet softened and he half-knelt on the ground.

"Mahad!" Yugi stood up and helped him up.

Yugi felt anxious and a little annoyed - so many people were fighting for him, but in his own state he couldn't even summon an elf to fight.

"Pharaoh... It's okay." Mahad stood up weakly.

His breath was very disordered, and both his movements and voice made people feel that it would not be strange if he fell down at any time. But his eyes were still firm, and he moved forward courageously, without fear or confusion.

Only the most determined people can remain so resolute.

Yugi couldn't help but be moved by this.

He told himself more than once that this was just a game - a dark game, but still just a virtual game.

The people here are just NPCs, characters that exist in his memory. Whether they are good or bad, companions or enemies, that is all in the past.

Three thousand years will erode and weather everything, and the people here have actually been gone a long time ago.

But no matter how many times he told himself this in his heart, Yugi couldn't stop himself from putting himself into real feelings.

Because some things will never fade.

Three hundred years, three thousand years, or even thirty thousand years doesn't matter, some things just won't change.

Mahad stood up and blocked Yugi with his body again.

"Pharaoh, please... leave it to me."

Yugi noticed that his breathing seemed to be less rapid.

"Mahad, you..."

Mahad let out a long breath. Although facing an unprecedented strong enemy and being in danger, he felt that he had never been so clear-headed as he was now.

This was a decision he had been considering for a long time.

He had read a lot of magic books and taboo books that cost blood and soul, just for such a day.

He held his head high and took steps without hesitation, as if he was stepping into a new and hopeful future.

Many years ago, the sincere and enthusiastic voice of Yugi, who was still a prince at that time, rang in his ears again.

"We both bleed red blood, Mahad, there is no difference between us."

"I will create a new world, a world where everyone has equal status and can laugh together."

"......"

"...... I believe in you, Pharaoh." Mahad said to himself.

He hoped that he could become the cornerstone of that new world and the power of the Pharaoh. Even if it was just a tiny contribution, this contribution would be full of glory.

"Stupid." The dark high priest curled his lips and grinned, "Dead King, kill him for me."

"Mahad!" Yugi and the priests exclaimed at the same time.

The scarlet light disappeared in an instant and submerged Mahad's body. The roaring demon tore the priest's body, the straps of the Millennium Wheel were torn off, and the golden rings flew in the air.

Yugi stared blankly at the loyal priest disappearing in front of his eyes, and at the same time clearly felt the tingling in his head intensify to a new peak.

It felt like his brain was thrown into a blender running at full speed.

More memories awakened from slumber, and countless pictures flashed before his eyes. He finally remembered every bit of growing up with Mahad and fighting side by side, remembered his promise, and also understood how much Mahad paid for his childish dream.

Yes, all this is just an illusion. What he is experiencing now is just a dark game, and all the people around him are just NPCs, a reflection of his memories of people three thousand years ago.

But all this is not just an illusion.

Because these are all replicas of history that happened three thousand years ago.

"......What?"

The fluctuations of magic power and the smoke screen dissipated, and when the Dark High Priest saw the tall figure standing behind the smoke screen, he couldn't help but screamed.

Wearing the same robe as the elf "Black Fantasy Magician" who had just left the stage, and with a green staff, the dark magician stood like a steel spear.

And at this moment, the face under this robe... was the priest Mahad!

"You guy... did you merge with the elves!?" The Dark High Priest was stunned.

The human soul merged with the elves?

Even he had never heard of such a thing!

Yugi had completely recalled it.

This was the moment when his most loyal servant "Black Magician" was born three thousand years ago.