Chapter 534: Hit the boss!
In fact, in this dark game, Tapir is not without advantages.
First of all, the enemy is open and secret, and this is the biggest advantage he can rely on. The role of the dark game is the Pharaoh, which makes him the biggest and most conspicuous target in the entire map while gaining great power and a lot of available resources.
On the other hand, the game didn't even know what Tapir's role in this game was, and could only passively wait to be beaten.
Secondly, as the avatar of the great evil **** Sok, he is not really without resources in this game.
He has the power to summon the "undead army" at any time, and can summon a large number of zombie warriors for his own use. His warriors are painless, never tire, and far more powerful than ordinary humans...
At this moment, the rock sitting under Tapirang shook.
He lowered his head, and at a glance he saw a stupid undead in his army, digging and digging and digging under his master's **** for some reason, mechanically shovel after shovel under the tapir's ass. The bottom of a stone is dug, like a fool...
Tapir: %! &#
After all, they are a bunch of walking dead, and he will recognize them if they are stupid. But the problem is...
...... These idiots are so stupid!
Actually this is pretty good.
Before, Tapir had just traveled to remember the first night in the world. During an attack, he unfortunately encountered an Egyptian army led by a trainee priest in a nearby town.
At that time, Tapirang, who had not yet obtained the duel plate, could not summon the monsters, so he summoned the undead army in place and gave them the order to "charge".
So his undeads really rushed out with an indomitable momentum, like a piercing spear headed through the entire Egyptian army...
...then dashed to the other side of the horizon without looking back and disappeared, leaving only their thief leader in big pants dumbfounded...
Malik was laughing at the side right now.
"Tapirang, it seems that your servants are not very bright."
"Long-winded!" Tapirang kicked the mentally retarded dug under him back into the hole in front of him, "It's not your turn to talk too much."
If it was placed before, Dark Malik would definitely have to make a few more sarcastic sentences to find some fun. To be honest, he was inexplicably happy to see Tapirliang shriveled. But on second thought, his lifeblood was still in the hands of others, so he simply suppressed his temper, closed his mouth and said nothing.
He changed the subject interestingly: "By the way, you have been digging around for the past two days. What are you digging?"
The six-year-old was also really curious.
After Tapirang entered the memory world, his itinerary for the past two days basically consisted of running between specific routes, letting the undead army dig in place at every turn, and he was busy all day without knowing what he was digging.
Tapirang smiled mysteriously: "Huh. Thanks to that guy Da Zi, he has been alive and dead for 10,000 years, and he has really found a lot of good things.
I found a few ultimate trump cards from the records left by him, which will be our biggest reliance in this game... No, it should be said that it is a reliance that will win! "
"Oh? So what is that?"
Tapirang glanced at him, hummed, and opened the golden ancient dueling plate in his hand.
He raised his arms high, and a golden light flashed on the duel plate. A beam of golden light flew into the sky, and in just a moment, the huge slate obeyed the call of the golden light and fell out of thin air, smashing in front of Malik with a bang.
Malik saw the monster engraved on the slate, and his face changed slightly: "This is..."
Tapir was pleased with his response. He put away the dueling plate, and the slate in front of him also turned into a light spot and dissipated.
"Yes, that's why I must win." He was full of confidence. "Before I can fully resurrect and regain my body, this force will sweep everything!"
After a pause, he looked at Malik and smiled lightly.
"Of course, your strength is also essential. Born from the darkness, you, who even the gods bowed their knees and obeyed, will be my most important help in this game!"
Tapirang said so on his mouth, but what he thought in his heart was——
- Strange.
You are a six-year-old rookie, and you will only rely on your 24K pure gold bird (referring to the winged dragon) when you play cards out of the plate.
Now that there is no big bird, are you still a P?
Well, after all, there is really a shortage of people on hand now, so let him be a cannon fodder for the time being...
Malik was blown away by him, folded his arms and snorted and laughed.
"Our goals are the same... At least we all want to see the nameless Pharaoh disappear forever into the abyss of his memory." He twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing Yan Yi's smile, "Hey, tapir, from the The first time I met, I realized that you are very powerful. Together, the two of us will create the most extreme darkness, and everything in the world will be deeply immersed in it and completely destroyed!"
Due to the pressure of life, Malik also gave Tapirian a blow for the time being, but what he thought in his heart was—
- Spicy chicken.
It's just my defeat, pretending to be like that, and I haven't seen you win in poker.
At the age of six, he is secretly thinking that taking advantage of this "ultimate dark game", he will find an opportunity to directly seize the house and take away the body of Tapir, and then he will be able to make a comeback!
Tapirang glanced at him, nibbling on half the garlic in his hand... Uh, okay, he said it was mangosteen (God knows if it was), and then laughed: "Hmph, yes, if we join forces , no one in the world can match!"
He stood up. The dark duo shook hands with each other and reached a consensus to join forces, but at the same time they also had their own ghosts...
The two evil forces had just reached an agreement and shook hands with each other as a sign of friendship, when the two suddenly felt the stone under their feet sway.
Tapir's face darkened, he looked down, and found that another naive zombie in his undead army had dug under his feet...
The six-year-old really wanted to laugh when he saw this scene, but he was afraid that the tapir would be so embarrassed that he would tear up the only fragments of his soul left, and it was hard to hold back the laughter...
Tapirang jumped down from the big rock with a gloomy face, trying hard to suppress his urge to tear up this bunch of trash with his hands.
To be honest, his undead army is really a bit tasteless. Not to mention the flawed IQ deficiency, the single combat power is actually the same. Not to mention fighting alone, a whole team of undead may not be able to beat the bad boys duo of Cheng Nai and Honda...
However, Tapirang soon discovered that this time, he seemed to be really blaming this Hanhan subordinate He found that the Hanhan zombie opened and closed its mouth, screaming "Ahhhh", the shovel in his hand He gestured to the side stiffly, as if to remind him of something.
Tapirang turned his head and looked in that direction, only to realize that before they knew it, two uninvited guests seemed to be here...
...or two guys whose style of painting is completely different from that of the NPCs in this world.
Saying they were ancient Egyptians...certainly not, they don't dress and look alike.
But to say that they came in randomly... It seems a little abnormal. Because Tapir didn't think any normal person would be wearing a white vest, flip-flops, and a large gold chain from somewhere around his neck, which made people feel like they went to the wrong studio.
However, Tapirang quickly judged that the two were duelists who came in from the real world—because this era did not have the high-end dueling disks they had.
One of them was also very excited: "Damn it! Did you hit the boss directly!?"