Bakura almost lost his temper on the spot, wanting to instantly take out this annoying sand sculpture, but after some thought, he held back.
In case things truly spiraled out of control and he had to face Youyu directly—and Youyu just happened to be a part of Holactie the Creator of Light, Bakura would surely have to find a way out for himself.
This sand sculpture in front of him was one of his backup plans.
The biggest weakness of the camp of justice is that they are always restrained, always have to consider protecting the weak. If he put some useless weaklings upfront as shields, it would be easy for the opponent to be hesitant.
Among them, the seventy-year-old in front was Bakura's number one hostage choice!
Additionally, he set his eyes on that old man from the Priesthood called Simon, because the old guy looked exactly like Yugi's grandfather from three thousand years later. If captured for hostage, it would surely limit Yugi more.
And the "Millennium Key" in Simon's hand was originally part of Bakura's plan to rob.
Thinking of this, Bakura decided to remain silent for the time being, just smiling maliciously at the sand sculpture, who is oblivious to his danger and is happily stuffing gold into a sack without a care.
Take it, take all you want.
Clutching this pile of virtual treasures, this pitiful life will come to an end!
The Evil God assumed that he was still in control, a master strategist, believing that the sand sculpture was merely a pawn—a harmless one without any threat.
Unbeknownst to him, while picking trash, this sand sculpture was still active on the forum, posting messages.
"@Old Brother Without Negotiation, are you still in the same location? We're ready to push the tower now!" The message was from Xue Lang.
"Yes, yes, still here." Old Brother Without Negotiation replied while sharing his location information.
"Alright, wait for us a few minutes, we'll be there soon."
Nora Tatsu posted a bean-like smiling emoji, chiming in: "Wow, the King and seven priests have arrived, followed by a huge army, just like a national war in an RPG."
"What is the Evil God doing?" Cola Sprite asked. "Can you take a picture?"
While busy trying to stuff a golden alchemy Dueling Disc into a sack, Old Brother Without Negotiation found a moment to snap a photo of Bakura.
The image uploaded to the forum showed Bakura wearing shorts and lounging, munching on beef.
"Wow, meals have improved, he even gets to eat beef now."
Local insider Nora Tatsu commented while posting an image from before, "The Evil God's Garlic Picture."
"The Evil God's Garlic Picture" was snapped stealthily by Old Brother Without Negotiation while hanging around Bakura's side, and now it's become a hit on the forum, turning into various meme expressions by the sand sculpture players.
"Have you arrived yet?" Old Brother Without Negotiation posted.
"We're here, almost at the entrance!" Xue Lang replied.
"Wait, take it easy, delay your entrance for a couple of minutes! It seems the Evil God just finished eating and is preparing for a nap..."
"..."
With the commotion ongoing, the Pharaoh's invading army had already arrived grandly at Bakura's stronghold from the Royal City.
You might ask, why such an important location as the stronghold wouldn't Bakura have anyone stationed outside?
Well, he did actually have guards stationed outside...
...he stationed a squad of the Undead Legion.
However, whether it was due to the stupidity of the undead soldiers or a glitch in the Darkness Game's AI, either way, the army had grandly arrived at the opposite door, and the undead posted as gatekeepers were still standing there, motionless.
True Guardians.
Not a concern for anything beyond the main door.
Realizing that the gatekeeping undead were just lawn ornaments indeed, the priests and Pharaoh and his companions discussed it together and decided not to force a breakthrough immediately, but instead to set up a tightly sealed perfect enclosure.
Everyone began summoning monsters and setting up traps. The army quickly dispersed under the command of their leaders and surrounded Bakura's stronghold in a fan-shaped formation.
The priests also started setting up those large Magic spells that had long preparation time and significant power. An Egyptian soldier dragged out something akin to an ultra-ancient anti-aircraft gun—though it seemed to be magic-driven, with two priests engraving an array behind the Magic Cannon, chanting spells.
The strongest mage among them, Mahad, certainly wasn't idle either and began setting up the complicated preparatory work for large Magic spells on the outskirts. Mana, his protégé, was sprinting back and forth following her master's instructions, busy and exuberant.
After over half an hour of preparation, the guards remained completely motionless even after the cannon installation, the activation of the barrier, and the entire stronghold being encircled; they remained rigid like the Door God.
Meanwhile, players kept confirming the situation with their "inside informants."
"Don't worry, it's fine, the Evil God is asleep, sleeping deeply!"
Old Brother Without Negotiation spoke, accompanied by a video clip of five to six seconds, capturing Bakura soundly asleep, wrapped in a red robe, snoring loudly.
The preparations complete, the Pharaoh gave the order for the Evil God purge battle to commence.
The highest-tier Magic barrier activated, and at the same moment, the torrent from the Magic Cannon obliterated the dense cluster of undead at the entrance into fragments.
The slumbering Evil God was jolted awake from his dream, abruptly sitting up, looking left and right in panic, his expression seemingly saying—
——What the heck? What's going on? Is Holactie here?
Upon realizing the enemy had already begun to push forward, yet his hapless undead were still on idle mode, Bakura almost exploded with rage.
But now he didn't have time to reprioritize thoughts. Being proactive from the shadows was his greatest advantage in this game, but the enemy pushing through all-in had erased this advantage.
What could he do? Run, of course.
Egyptian soldiers began flooding in under the priests' leadership, pinching from all corners.
"Tsk, what a bunch of punks."
Marik quickly summoned several Monsters, ordering them to charge in different directions to engage the opponents.
"Go, prepare to retreat!"
Bakura summoned as many undead soldiers as possible to temporarily slow the enemy's progress, then turned to Marik.
"Fighting here isn't advantageous for us, let's retreat and reassess!"
Marik clicked his tongue, seemingly unhappy with Bakura's spineless attitude. But he didn't say much, rising to prepare to follow Bakura out.
Bakura, in urgency to escape, suddenly realized he forgot something, turning his head to see Old Brother Without Negotiation still busy stuffing items into a sack...
Bakura was almost infuriated to death by him.
MD was now picking?
Are you a dead broke beggar?
Bakura stretched out his arm, grabbing Old Brother Without Negotiation without question, and started to run.
The sand sculpture was lifted in his hand, dragging two large sacks, looking bewildered.
Huh? Why capture me? Is this some hidden plot?