Card: My wife is a bit dull, but she leads thousands of dragons

Chapter 412 Lack of Intelligence

"Lost..."

"Still lost..."

"The second master can still be killed?!"

"How can this be won..."

Voices of despair filled the crowd, let alone seeking to win.

Surviving the third round is a luxury.

"Dibel..." Yimi staggered and ran towards the fallen Dibel, tears welling up in her eyes. She hugged her hard, her voice trembling, "It shouldn't be like this..."

She shook her head wildly, and an unbelievable roar came from deep in her chest, "This is not right!"

Grasping the soil with both hands, Yimi's nails dug deeply into the ground, leaving ravines. Her face was twisted between pain and anger, "It shouldn't be like this..."

The original plan was to sacrifice a large number of challengers and civilians, while Pseudo-Dian was responsible for watching the show and trying to win a victory through numerical superiority.

After all, there is such a thing as a duel.

Winning ten games in a row is normal, but winning a hundred games in a row is a bit exaggerated and barely acceptable.

But a thousand games, ten thousand games...

Among the three billion duelists, there should be one chosen one who can defeat the ruins guardian.

She thought that the ruins of gods would be more difficult.

But I never expected that the king has a fixed starting hand and even has a violent mode? !

"BOSS..." Sera looked worried and comforted, "Dibel can still come back."

Yimi raised her head, looked at the terrifying energy light high in the sky, and said slowly: "If we hurry, we can still save him."

The souls of those who are defeated in the duel will be transformed into necromantic energy, sucked into high altitudes, and slowly become part of the divine punishment - [Superelectric Guided Wave].

Dibel had just been defeated, and the transformation had not yet been completed so quickly.

As long as one stage is broken quickly, there is still hope of recovery.

As for the early challengers, there were also those who died directly in Kaling's impact, with no way to save themselves.

"Hey-" Yimi stood up, looked around, looked at the research institute in the distance, and roared.

"It's time to take action!"

She could still keep calm before because Yi Na was still strong enough and lightning strikes were not enough to pose a fatal threat to Zhen Ying.

But now, if the first stage cannot be ended within an hour, Dibel's soul will be converted into energy and disappear without a trace, and she will not even be found in the underworld.

"You didn't do it!" Angry accusations came one after another from the crowd, "Don't you have any solution?"

"That's right!"

The echoes waxed and waned, and people became more and more excited.

"Don't you have a trump card in your hand? Use it quickly..."

A low groan suddenly sounded, and the fallen corpses stood up strangely and tremblingly. They strangled the necks of those who screamed, stabbed, bit, and shot.

Screams echoed in the fields, spreading like a plague, and the number of zombies expanded rapidly.

Just a few minutes later, the originally noisy scene fell silent, with hundreds of zombies wandering in the open land, silently devouring the atmosphere of fear.

"Hey!" Yimi shouted angrily towards the research institute in the distance again, "Stop hiding!"

Seeing no response, she turned her expectant eyes to Luo Bai again.

But the two had just had a feud not long ago, and she couldn't bear to ask for help.

no way.

Luo Bai and Karl were the two people she knew who had the highest level of dueling.

As for herself.

He is the first in troublemaking and playing cards is hard to describe.

Dibel is the one with the highest level of apocryphal duel, but he is seriously short of cards.

"You have to get there sooner or later!"

Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, her voice became more urgent.

Luo Bai remained silent, he had his own thoughts.

"One less card to draw but one more [Girl] to pile up. It turns out the purpose is to fire the Turtle Cannon for a sudden attack."

"Can you see so far..."

"I haven't opened my eyes, it's still in the first stage..."

"What's going on..."

There are still three hours, or three challenge opportunities.

He looked up to the sky many times.

From a visual inspection, I should be able to dodge or block this lightning strike and suffer some minor injuries.

Not fatal.

"Insufficient information..." Luo Bai whispered softly.

Seeing him like this, Yilan asked curiously: "What else do you want to know? How about I test it for you?"

"You?" Luo Bai's face twisted together, doubtful.

"I'm wondering what the consequences will be if T1 throws a hand trap?"

"How many cards do you have to play to be able to draw it?"

"Whether [Rage Mode] will be triggered when the opponent's turn is unfolded."

"For example, throwing [Deacon], for example, dancing [Xiao Mei]..."

"Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me."

He sighed softly, having difficulty communicating with the world.

"No." Yilan frowned and smiled bitterly, "I understand."

Luo Bai was startled.

She continued: "Are you planning to execute the terminal in the opponent's turn, so that the pressure in T2 will be much less?"

"For example -"

"[Xiao Mei] piles three, melts [Darcissus] and transforms..."

"[Rusaka]..."

In just a few sentences, there is a lot of information.

"Huh?!" Luo Bai frowned, "You...you——"

He didn't know what expression to make.

There are countless words stuck in the throat, which is comparable to [sweeping] out three [killing grass and provoking snakes].

"Mr. KC Champion, you have been exposed." Yilan said coldly, "[The Tears of Lament Clan] are very skilled at playing."

"Return to Siren..."

Her eyes were fierce, her face turned red for a moment, and she abruptly changed the subject.

"The construction is very thoughtful."

【Wow--】

[My sister still can’t pronounce this nickname]

"Uh-" Luo Bai turned away awkwardly.

"It was opened."

Fortunately, I'm not a fanatic.

"Let's talk about dueling."

"So -" he raised his eyebrows and looked at Yi Lan, "can you test it?"

"I'm not used to wearing hand traps." Yi Lan said lightly, "There is one more thing I need to confirm."

"Will the king affect randomness?"

"Like coins, dice, flipping cards..."

"The king should be able to decide his own randomness, but I don't know if it will affect the challenger."

"It's not good to compete with the king for luck."

"Haha——" Yi Lan smiled sweetly and pointed at her head, "This girl said it."

"A girl who loves to laugh will not have bad luck."

【Um? 】

【Have I ever said that】

A voice of doubt came from the little clever mind.

On the other side, Yimi suddenly remembered something. She formed a trumpet with her hands and shouted: "If the actor gets hit."

"Young directors also need to be harmed——"

As soon as these words came out.

Karl, who was several hundred meters away, trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched stiffly.

In order to better gather information.

He did put a lot of actors into the ruins.

Of course he himself was confident enough to avoid or block lightning strikes, but it was impossible for dozens of actors to avoid them at the same time.

Just in case they all get hit.

He would suffer dozens of times the damage.

When Karl thought of this, his pupils shrank, and he slowly said one word: "cut."

The edge of the duel.

A man in military uniform trembled suddenly, his pupils flashing with a faint red light.

"Use this set."

Another onlooker walked up to the man in military uniform and stuffed him with a card deck.

The man in military uniform took the deck and stepped forward.

"Lewis?" When the man in military uniform saw this, his companion asked doubtfully, "You can't leave without permission without receiving an order!"

They are responsible for keeping an eye on a certain target.

The duel was none of their business, nor was personal life or death.

But Louis seemed not to hear the call of his companions, so he put his deck on the duel plate and walked straight to the duel field.