Yu-Gi-Oh!, the Roar of the Weak

Chapter 310, Section 69: Emblem of the Divine Shield - Wrath of the Gods

The Vengeful Dead didn't speak, his eyes blazing with fire. He vanished in a flash, leaving the black-robed man startled. The next moment, the Vengeful Dead was before him, his right fist, crackling with rage, slamming heavily into his abdomen.

"Crack!" The invisible shield on the black-robed man's body was actually blasted open, revealing a crack.

The vengeful victim seemed to realize this, and immediately struck the same spot again with a bone knife.

The man in black robes was sent flying, crashing into several piles of wreckage.

"It's even stronger than I imagined."

Despite suffering repeated heavy blows, the man in black remained calm and composed. He easily rose from the wreckage, his robes completely untouched by dust. However, as he moved, the protective shield around him shattered completely.

"Looks like you'll get a boost in this place littered with corpses. Well then, let's try this guy out." Black Cannon Man snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the No. 69 Herald of the Gods - Shattered Gods began to transform. The two shield wings merged, and a golden serpent tail suddenly extended from them. When the shield wings opened again, it had become the No. 69 Herald of the Gods - Wrath of the Gods.

The shield-shaped emblem—the god of heraldry coiled his serpent tail into a protective shield, protecting the man in black.

The vengeful dead leaped forward in fury, slashing heavily at the emblem of divine wrath once more, yet the emblem remained completely unharmed.

"Heh, the emblem of the divine shield - Wrath of the Gods - is invincible."

However, the Vengeful Dead seemed to lack reason, transforming into afterimages once more, engulfing the Wrath of God like a storm. Countless sparks erupted from the Wrath of God's golden body, each spark representing a strike from the Vengeful Dead.

"No matter how powerful he was, he was still a pathetic dead man, devoid of any reason." The man in black robes stretched out his hand.

The shield of divine wrath immediately raised its head high, the number 69 flashing on its golden horns, and countless golden rays burst forth, piercing even the fast-moving Vengeful Dead, which could not dodge them.

God's Wrath seized the moment when the Vengeful Dead was momentarily stunned, immediately raising its right claw and sweeping it across, firmly grasping the Vengeful Dead, who let out a painful roar.

The protective shield formed by the golden serpent's tail, a symbol of divine wrath, slowly opened, and the black-robed figure easily stepped out. "Got you?"

However, the vengeful dead continued to struggle violently, and the tightly closed claws of the God's Wrath were gradually pried open.

"Still not willing to admit defeat, huh? How laughable. You're nothing but an insignificant ant. You should just rot peacefully in this mass grave on the fifth level. If I hadn't gotten lucky and obtained the power that those people are interested in, I wouldn't even bother with you."

"You're not convinced, are you? We've been passed down for a hundred years, constantly accumulating power and money. Why should we lose to you, a lowly commoner? You don't think your life's efforts can compare to our centuries of accumulation, do you?"

At this point, the man in black clicked his tongue, blaming it on his ancestors' lack of accumulation, which resulted in him being nothing more than a gofer in the Dark Council.

"You ants should just obediently be eaten by us, whether it's for money, status, or even... your name!"

The man in black robes let out a chilling laugh. "That's right, I will even take your name away, the wrath of the gods!"

No. 69 Heraldry - Divine Wrath: An evil aura erupted from the chest, and a cloud of black mist completely enveloped the Vengeful Dead. The Vengeful Dead was dyed black all over, completely indistinguishable from other beings. No one could recognize him, and he himself could not even remember who he was.

Even his name was taken away, and he became "unknown".

His entire aura waned, as if he had truly transformed into an ant.

"Now you understand? Honestly, you've wasted so much of my time. Okay, it's time to take you..."

Before the man in black could finish speaking, a giant skeletal hand suddenly burst through the ground of the fifth level and grabbed him.

"What!?"

The mask on the right side of the avenging victim shattered, revealing Di Xing's face.

"If you think our efforts are inferior to yours, why are you trying to take what's ours? Aren't you just afraid of us?" Di Xing revealed a smug smile.

"When did you wake up, you rascal?"

"This is all thanks to you for keeping this guy under control."

"What? Because you have two personalities, suppressing one caused the other to awaken?"

"Ah!!!" At this moment, "Unknown" let out an angry roar, and the blue flames on its body intensified once more, completely incinerating the black ink, and even melting the golden claws of the god's wrath.

The wrath of God painfully released its claws, and "Unknown" reclaimed its name—Di Xing of the Hemp Textile District, no, the avenging dead!

The avenging dead landed, immediately leaping forward, shattering the ground beneath his feet. The next moment, he gripped the black-robed man's neck tightly.

"Looks like this guy's awake too. We've got a checkmate this time!"

The avenging dead raised his bone knife high, and seeing the gleaming blade, the black-robed man panicked for the first time.

He could sense the relentless killing intent emanating from the vengeful dead. Although he had methods to protect himself, he couldn't use them here; if he did, he'd be kicked out of the Dark Council.

Just then, the man in black robes suddenly noticed a bullet train loaded with grain entering the fifth level in the distance, preparing to drive into the cave leading to the fourth level. He was overjoyed.

"Is this really a good idea? To get entangled with me here?" The man in black robes revealed a smug, cold smile. "Look over there, to the right."

Di Xing's right cheek was turned to the right; that was... Vitty's train!?

"God's wrath, attack that train!"

The golden pincers on the chest of the Wrath of God immediately opened, unleashing a devastating golden energy that blasted towards the bullet train.

"Oh no! We have to save them!"

"No, I must...kill him!" The flames on the avenging victim burned even brighter.

"His comrades' lives are more important than his own!"

"I... am dead!"

"But our comrades are still alive!"

The avenging dead fell silent. After a long moment, the avenging dead's mask shattered completely, revealing Di Xing's face. He then returned control of the body to Di Xing.

Di Xing dared not linger for a moment and rushed straight towards the train.

His speed was so great that it even caused a sonic boom. Just before the energy beam hit the train, Di Xing struck it hard from below with his bone knife. The scorching energy beam almost burned away his bone armor.

"That's... Di Xing!?" Ai Xiao exclaimed in surprise on the train.

"Get it up there!" Di Xing roared with all his might, pushing the blade with all his might.

With a loud thud, the energy beam was forcibly deflected and flew towards the ceiling of the fifth floor.

"Boom!" A massive explosion occurred in the ceiling, sending countless pieces of debris raining down.

"Wow, you big pervert, are you alright? You've really gone too far! And what's with that outfit of yours?" Facing Zhai Luyou, who had given him a new nickname and was chattering like a little bird, Di Xing barely suppressed the urge to stab her too.

"Wait, there! Another attack is coming!" Kit shouted, putting on her goggles.

Di Xing hurriedly stood in front of the train again, but he soon realized that the attack was not aimed at them, but at the entrance to the fourth level!