Bakura fled along the valley, with all the sand sculptures chasing him with their elves and armies.
Bakura's situation was already extremely tense, and midway he had to turn around to pick up Yugi, who fell off his horse "accidentally" because he got distracted by the water forum. The pursuers caught up, exacerbating the Great Evil God's predicament.
Meanwhile, in the forum and the live stream, sand sculptures who thrive on chaos were stirring up trouble, praising Bakura for his loyalty and saying he's considerate for bringing along little trinkets even while escaping, suggesting that the streamer should just yield to him...
Yugi, wobbling on horseback, wanted to open the chat box to argue with these sand sculptures.
Yield to him? Yield my hammer!
Mixing with him would lead to nothing but picking up trash and fleeing; before, my three meals a day only had garlic!
Right now, Yugi thinks this Great Evil God is truly living a bad hand. Besides rough meals and garlic dinners, he's constantly outdone by Youyu-san, who even raided his home, proving there's really no future...
Far better to fawn over Youyu-san!
Although he thinks this way, he completely ignores that the reason Bakura is chased so miserably is actually because of his own actions...
The faster-running, winged flying monsters and elves had already caught up, occasionally releasing light wave attacks to interfere using long-range skills.
Bakura dodged left and right, with the ground exploding constantly beside the galloping horse, scorching flames swirling around, and stones rolling over.
Irritated beyond belief, Bakura unfolded his alchemy dueling disc without turning his head on horseback. A golden stone slab rumbled down from the sky, like a gate, separating Bakura from the pursuers.
An overwhelming evil aura burst out from the slab, followed by a dense deathly air spreading through the rolling dark valley. Hideous skeletons burst through the stone slab, their snake-like twisted tails smashing the earth, while muscular hands wielded a staff, with a striking ruby embedded at its tip.
Doomking Balerdroch!
The pursuers were stopped. Doomking's long tail whipped at the cliff face powerfully, causing rock fragments to explode and fly everywhere. The tip of the staff flashed red, and deadly magical beams, sharp as steel knives, blasted across, exploding a wide area.
Egyptian soldiers were blown away miserably, knocked over in large numbers by the blast. Players had to stop and summon their own powerful monsters.
Fire-winged Man, Great Shogun Shien, The Agent of Force - Mars, and others all stepped forward to surround Doomking in battle.
Doomking Balerdroch fought multiple enemies, swinging its staff fiercely, unleashing magical power streams to explode outward, the skull-like head emitting ear-piercing roars, keeping everyone from getting close.
Meanwhile, Bakura seized the opportunity to use a cooldown skill to summon a wave of Undead Legion, slowing down the pursuers' progress.
Seizing this chance, Bakura swiftly shook off the pursuers and continued racing along the mountain path.
Unexpectedly, even after escaping this far, they occasionally encountered random and bizarre pitfalls. Bakura had to slow down, navigating carefully around various traps to avoid suddenly capsizing.
He focused so much on the traps below that he forgot to look up. As their horse exited a narrow cave entrance, Bakura accidentally got a solid hit on his forehead from a square object.
Bakura's vision darkened and his head spun, almost falling off the horse. By chance, the object bounced off his forehead perfectly into his hand.
Dazed, Bakura forced himself to focus and saw what fell into his hand was...
...a blackboard eraser!?
Some idiot placed a blackboard eraser trap over the cave entrance to trick my Great Evil God?
Trap Card, Trap of Board Eraser: Activates when the opponent inflicts effect damage. Cancels the effect damage and randomly discards one of the opponent's hand cards.
Bakura was so enraged... he almost burst out laughing.
Damn, which sand sculpture is so sinister?
I've fled this far, why are there more traps on the road!?
At this moment, Nora Tatsu, who was having fun popping in and out of the Undead Legion, suddenly sneezed violently, nearly falling off the horse...
Bakura shook his head.
No, before this, how did they know which way I was escaping?
Could it be... someone leaked the information?
As the sound of killing gradually faded away, and the booming sounds of battle and hoofbeats were left far behind, Bakura suspiciously looked back, casting a cold and cruel gaze at the sand sculptures behind.
Yugi, who was arguing with people on the forum, suddenly realized something was amiss and looked up to meet the murderous gaze of the Great Evil God, feeling a jolt in his heart.
Oh no, have I been exposed?
Recalling the imposing lower half of the complete Great Evil God Sock, Yugi shuddered and felt an urge to immediately commit suicide and escape...
Fortunately, Bakura merely "hmphed," retracting his gaze without saying much.
Reporting under my Great Evil God's nose? Impossible!
Bakura was very sure this guy isn't faking it, just a simple sand sculpture. Spy work is too complex for sand sculptures; they can't handle it...
Seems the problem should really lie with that Youyu.
My base was exposed, the retreat route fully controlled, all because of that Youyu!
Could it be that guy is truly so powerful, foreseeing everything?
No, impossible.
Bakura shook his head, dismissing such a ridiculous notion.
The strongest proof, doesn't it come from myself?
Even amid ambushes and surrounded, relentlessly pursued, the Great Evil God still managed to escape!
As long as the mountains stay green, there's no worry about firewood; once he retreats today, he'll naturally have the chance to regroup and launch another wave of assaults in this large RPG game.
Thinking of this, Bakura raised his head and let out a string of "hahahaha" laughter, his laughter echoing through the valley.
Ha! Whether Youyu is a clone of Halakhty, seems it's not much to worry about.
Yet before the laughter finished, a voice echoed clearly in the valley: "Oh? Why does the Great Evil God laugh? Tell me so we can share the fun?"
Bakura's laughter abruptly stopped, and he instinctively reined in the horse. Looking up, he was shocked to see up ahead, a warrior clad in blue armor had unknowingly blocked his path. The helmet obscured most of the warrior's determined face, and a golden light shimmered around the sacred longsword, the aura holy and undeniable.
That's... Black Luster Soldier!
Bakura's expression changed, hastily wanting to turn and take another route, only to discover behind him, the pitch-black, streamline-armored Masked Hero had unknowingly blocked his escape route too.
Youyu leapt from a nearby boulder and gracefully landed.
"I heard that evil gods who enjoy laughing, their luck is never too bad, eh."
Bakura: "@#$!%&"