The gate of the Dark World was left to the Demon God Rehn because the Dragon Lord and other archfiends had already departed.
Although they could choose to leave the gate unattended, Rehn's sense of responsibility would not allow it to do so.
Despite being demons invading different Spirit Worlds, there were still many young spirits in the Dark World's homeland.
As the leader of the Dark World clan, it couldn't just leave the gate unguarded. If something were to pass through the gate and attack their stronghold, those young demons would have no means to defend themselves.
Today, it decided to battle the Dragon Lord once again, having already learned from the Mage that the Lightsworn spirits had arrived in this dimension.
Originally, according to its expectations, upon discovering that they had deployed almost all their forces in this dimension, the Lightsworn should have gone berserk, fighting with the goal of annihilating this dimension.
However, contrary to expectations, the Lightsworn seemed to hold back for other reasons and did not immediately concentrate all their power to attack the Dark World.
Of course.
This is even better.
Because now, Silk might find a way to collaborate with the Lightsworn to attack the Dragon Lord's forces together.
The Lightsworn are not unreasonable. Since they did not choose to fight to the death immediately, there is a chance for cooperation. Based on its centuries of understanding of the Lightsworn, they would fully accept cooperation to destroy the Dragon Lord first, and then settle their differences after the battle.
Since that's the case, it can accept the current situation.
Just in time, its capable general was injured some time ago while protecting information for Lord Supreme King and hasn't fully recovered yet.
"How's Silva?"
"The Divine Soldier is in good condition and should recover soon, in just a day or two," the accompanying scout reported to Rehn.
It nodded gently.
Outside demons kept flying towards the camp, and in an unnoticed corner, a scout retracted its wings, swung its hand casually, and stepped towards the Divine Soldier's camp.
"Divine Soldier."
The Divine Soldier was a black demon clad in silver-white armor, with wings draped like a cloak peacefully behind it, and long blades resembling scimitars protruding from both elbows, its movements minimal, appearing rather composed.
The strategist of the Dark World clan, Silva the Divine Soldier.
Seeing a demon approach, the Divine Soldier initially waved its hand calmly and said, "Did Lord Rehn send you? There's no need to worry, my injury was healed long ago, and I'm ready to join the battle now."
The Divine Soldier was well aware of the current situation. The Dragon Lord's side had massive military power, and the Dragon Lord himself was stronger than Rehn. In all respects, they were at a disadvantage.
If the Dragon Lord gained the upper hand and seized the power of Lord Supreme King, they would have no chance of victory.
Therefore, even if there were minor injuries, it had to pretend to be healed and join the battle.
"Is that so? I clearly see the wound on your waist, with duel energy still seeping out."
The Divine Soldier instinctively covered its waist with its left hand, then, its sharp mind suddenly shuddered, trembling from head to toe: "How could you possibly see that?
And duel energy—how could you see it!?"
"Who are you!!"
The Divine Soldier brandished its twin scimitars, ready for a fierce battle.
A duelist's high spirit can generate duel energy, and typically, only powerful duelists or spirits can perceive it.
Much like how the Mud Dragon King can see the power of Polymerization.
The Divine Soldier realized almost immediately that the "Dark World scout" before it was an imposter because a spirit of this level could not possibly grasp such concepts, let alone directly perceive them!
"Hahaha, don't be so formal, Silva."
The scout's body slowly disintegrated, gradually transforming into pure duel energy, becoming a golden phantom, and then, a muscular left hand appeared in its original position. From that left hand as the starting point, a golden phantom appeared in front of the Divine Soldier.
The Divine Soldier widened its eyes in shock and stepped back.
"Yu... Yubel—"
The scimitars in the Divine Soldier's hand trembled.
"Are you... dead?"
"Indeed, quite the strategist you are." Yubel did not deny it.
The Divine Soldier trembled.
It now understood why this being stood before it.
No doubt about it.
Yubel was an exceptionally powerful entity.
So powerful that in its perception, Yubel could be called a "god."
A being of this nature, even in "death," does not completely disappear; as long as there's a trace of energy remaining, they can resurrect.
Of course...
It would resurrect in the form of a "Card."
And now that Yubel stood before it, there was only one purpose.
The Divine Soldier lowered its arms, its body steadied and no longer trembling, but rather becoming calmer: "Do you want to resurrect Lord Supreme King?"
"Resurrect? No, he never died! He's always been by my side!" Yubel became somewhat enraged upon hearing the Divine Soldier's words, slipping into hysteria.
The Divine Soldier remained silent for a long time, finally taking a deep breath and boldly stated: "No matter what, in any case, you certainly would not harm Lord Supreme King. So if you need my body, take it."
"Hehehe, no futile resistance, saves quite a bit of trouble." Yubel wouldn't praise the Divine Soldier's loyalty.
Such a spirit daring to show loyalty to the Supreme King in Yubel's presence should die.
It transformed into golden light, crashing directly into the Divine Soldier. Amidst the Divine Soldier's astonished cries, its consciousness started to dissipate, and then, just like that previous scout, its soul was devoured.
Afterwards, the "Divine Soldier" moved its hands again, but now, a different voice emerged, "Seems like it's been well maintained. This body can unleash a bit of my strength."
With this body, those Earthbound Prisoners should be easy to handle.
However—
Yubel remembered the figure of that Midrash.
It slowly squinted its eyes.
Ordinary people, typical duelists, and common spirits couldn't tell, but as a "similar type" of existence, it could immediately discern that Midrash was merely the facade or vessel of that god. Its true power was far beyond what it appeared to be.
If it intended to battle that Otherworld God, this body would be like flimsy paper, easily shattered with a poke!
It moved its right hand slightly.
Thankfully, now that it had this body, it could accomplish more.
It gently spread its arms, and centering on its body, a towering pillar of light suddenly erupted. Before the other demons could react, it had already vanished from this dimension!
It needed to go to the human world first to reclaim more power!
As for the Dark World?
It would be better if it died out.
It wouldn't take too long; soon, it would return to its complete form and come back to meet its beloved!