Pharaoh

The young Egyptian high priest stood at the door, his right hand clenched the golden scepter tightly.The strength with which his fingers held the golden scepter was so tight that he could see the pale blue bulging veins on the back of his hand.

Everything has been prepared according to the requirements of the Boy King, but his face is tense and serious.

The thin lips were tightly pressed, and the sky-colored eyes of the young great priest were fixed on the ground, and the sharp eyes made his expression even more ugly.

His expression changed slightly, he had already seen the young king of Egypt not far away striding towards his direction.

The gold ornaments on the young Pharaoh's body shone with pure golden light in the sunlight, the light was so sharp that Seth vaguely felt that his eyes were a little stinging.

But he still stared closely at the young king's figure, without blinking his eyes, and stared firmly at the young king's cold crimson pupils.

"King, please take it back."

Said Seth as the young Pharaoh stopped before him.

Ignore Isis who followed behind the Pharaoh and shook his head at him, his voice was loud and stubborn.

The crimson pupils of the young king glanced at him, and then fell on the great priest Xia Da beside him.

"Shada, how are you preparing?"

"It's ready."

The loyal high priest bowed his head respectfully and answered his king.

Yatum nodded, and was about to walk into the room.

"king!"

Seeing that the Pharaoh's footsteps were about to enter the house, Seth couldn't help but speak out again.

"Please take back your order!"

"Are you accusing me, Seth."

The young Pharaoh stood at the door, and he did not look back.

Seth couldn't see his expression, but he knew that he had angered him.

He is a servant of the Pharaoh and should not disobey the Pharaoh.

But if you really obey the king's order——

He took a deep breath and knelt down on one knee.

"I don't want to disobey your orders. I am loyal to you, even if it costs my life."

The young Egyptian high priest lowered his head, the expression on his handsome face became more serious, but also more stubborn.

"But your order, I can't do it."

"I can't do anything like that with a golden scepter," he said.

At the door of the room where the body of the Egyptian king's brother was placed, the Egyptian pharaoh and his great priests stood here.

Seth's refusal silenced the place for a while, only the slight breathing of the crowd could be heard.

Until the young Pharaoh broke the silence.

"Seth, since I have given you the golden scepter, I can take it back." He said, "Mahat, resume your position as the great priest from now on."

"I have given you the right to use the golden scepter, and today's work will be done by you."

Even though he resumed his position as the High Priest, Mahat didn't show any joy on his face.

He stared at the young king's back, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, his eyes were a little worried and helpless.He hesitated for a while, but finally walked to the kneeling Seth with heavy steps.

He didn't reach out for the golden scepter that Seth held tightly.

"The king's order cannot be disobeyed."

He said, "Go ahead, Seth, you should know that I am not as familiar with the power of the golden scepter as you are, even if I barely use it, if I make the slightest mistake, my soul may be..."

The lips of the kneeling young priest trembled slightly, and then he pursed it tighter.

He raised his head and watched the dark blue cloak fluttering into the room, finally stood up with gritted teeth, and walked in behind the pharaoh.

Behind him, he heard Mahart's low sigh.

The body of the dead young prince was placed on a flat bluestone platform.

Around the platform, fine gold powder is used to form complex and mysterious ancient mantras, which meander into circular patterns and surround the bluestone platform, giving people a strange sense of beauty visually.

Just one more look can make you feel dizzy.

In a corner of the room, a black strange spice was burning, and its aroma permeated the entire room.

People with magical powers can naturally see that the supposedly colorless fragrance is slowly flowing along the pattern of the mantra on the ground, slowly filling the entire golden mantra symbol like a stream of water.

A huge stone-white stone slab stood upright in front of Wang Di's head. The gorgeous spell characters around it were very similar to the stone slabs that summoned monsters, but the middle was smooth and empty.

Priest Seth stood in front of the golden mantra symbol, the golden scepter in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, making his right hand hang stiffly, and he couldn't lift it up.

He closed his eyes tightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Finally, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes suddenly, and raised the golden scepter.

The golden scepter burst into dazzling light, filling the entire room.

Those rays of light flowed along with the strange aroma that seemed to be able to see the shape, and gradually ignited the magic spell made of fine gold powder, and the countless charms emitted light, covering Wangdi's body on the bluestone platform in light. among.

Something was dragged by that light, and was gradually pulled out from Wang Di's body.

It was originally transparent, allowing the light to pass through, but it seemed to absorb all the light that was projected by it, instead making the transparent body gradually condense.

When all the light disappeared, the golden charm on the ground disappeared at the same time, and it had also turned into a solid body.

The vaguely translucent little boy, who seemed to be more than half the size of the king of Egypt, was suspended in mid-air, and his bright and big eyes were the color of violets.

He blinked his eyes and moved his body, as if he wanted to fly away.

The young Pharaoh walked up, and pressed his light brown fingers on the forehead that was still glowing softly because of its translucence.

The golden pattern of the Eye of Horus appeared on the soft white forehead, flashed and formed a mark.

The big violet eyes blinked again, the little boy was still floating in mid-air, he looked at the king of Egypt who gave him the mark and became his master, a tame look appeared on his immature and lovely face .

He obeyed his master's order and flew to the side of the king of Egypt, stretched out his short arms and wrapped them around Pharaoh's neck obediently.

The palm-sized white and tender face looked a bit tired, he closed his eyes quietly, silently accepting the magic power from his master, trying hard to condense his unstable body.

"How long will it take?"

Holding the newly born and man-made cute little monster in his arms, the young pharaoh asked.

"...My brother's will to resist is stronger than I imagined. I'm afraid it will take five or six days to stabilize this newborn monster, seal it on a stone slab, and completely cut off its connection with the main body."

Seth replied, his face became colder and colder, and the answer was only mechanical, "Before it was formed and sealed on the stone slab, the monster formed from Wangdi's soul still had a strong connection with Wangdi's body."

He glanced at the stone slab erected in front of Brother Wang's head.

Only those with magical powers could see that tiny silk thread stretched out from Wang Di's chest and connected to the stone slab, as if it was passing something over.

"So, before the seal is placed on the stone slab, brother Wang's body must stay here and cannot be buried."

He turned his head, his sky-colored pupils stared at the newborn child-like little monster who had been forcibly contracted by the pharaoh and became a servant, his fingers shaking the golden scepter tightly.

Not from fear, but from the trembling of some overwhelming emotion.

"Do you know the consequences of this? Wang!"

At the moment when the young king left, he finally couldn't help but speak.

Use the power of the golden scepter to pull the human soul from the body and seal it on the stone slab to form a new monster.

That is the cruelest punishment that can be given to a sinner.

The souls of the dead will enter the underworld under the guidance of Anubis, the god of death, to obtain eternal sleep.

The souls of sinners inflicted with this punishment were sealed on stone tablets for the Pharaoh to drive into slavery.Moreover, it is different from the monsters created by the ancient gods, and it does not have the power to re-select its master.

Once the pharaoh who drove it dies, it will be sealed in the stone tablet forever, never to be reborn.

"I will not forgive his sins, including his soul."

answered the young Pharaoh.

The little boy whose figure was still a little transparent quietly hugged the boy king's neck and leaned in his arms, blinking his big violet eyes once and for all.

He couldn't understand their conversation at all.

As a newborn monster, his only consciousness is to obey his master.

Other than that, nothing.

The young king of Egypt left.

The young high priest stood where he was. He stared at the boy's body on the bluestone platform for a long time, then turned and left.

He seemed to have calmed down a little, and there was no expression on that handsome face, but the knuckles of the fingers clenched tightly on the scepter turned white from too much force.

He finally obeyed the Pharaoh and did the unforgivable thing.

Even if he refuses, the Boy King can still order Mahat, Isis, and Xia Da to use the golden scepter... As Mahat said, it is very powerful for the great priest who is not familiar with the golden scepter to forcibly use it. of danger.

In the process of pulling Wang Di's soul out of his body, the slightest error may cause Wang Di's soul to be completely torn apart.

But even if there is such a danger, Pharaoh's decision will not change.

He knew it, and so did Mahart.

-

The young king brother of Egypt was tried and executed in the temple of the sun god Ra for assassinating the Pharaoh.

This was an earth-shattering event in Egypt, and it should have caused a strong commotion in the palace, but due to the sternness and majesty of the Egyptian young king, no one dared to express their opinions on this matter.

Everyone was so afraid of this young and ruthless pharaoh that they dared not mention it even in private chats and discussions.

The world does not change because of the disappearance of a person.

The young pharaoh is still diligently handling government affairs from various places with the assistance of several great priests.

His expression was still as cold and severe as before, and his beloved brother's betrayal of him didn't seem to make him have any aggressive actions or reactions.

The ministers and priests who watched carefully for three whole days after the death of Wang Di were gradually relieved. Judging from Wang's indifferent reaction in the past few days, even though he once loved Wang Di very much, Wang didn't take him too seriously.

Although the death of the only royal heir made them feel a little pity, but only a little.

After all, the safety of the king is more important, there is no doubt about it.

A tall stack of papyrus is placed on the edge of the table, and the young Pharaoh holds a half-rolled piece of paper and is looking at it carefully.

He thought for a while, wrote a few words on it, and put it aside.

The young king raised his head, and a small young monster with the same appearance as his brother was floating in the mid-air of the house, looking at his master quietly with his big light purple eyes.

When he found that the boy king was looking at him, he floated over obediently.

The young Pharaoh held the child-like monster lying in his arms very docilely. The body was no longer translucent three days ago, but became clearer. Light brown fingers stroked the white porcelain body. His soft cheeks and crimson pupils stared at the monster formed by the soul of his princely brother, and instead of feeling warm, it became colder and colder.

"Monsters will not betray their masters."

He whispered, his eyes fell on the golden Eye of Horus imprint on the white forehead.

That was the mark that this monster belonged to.

The little monster didn't answer. Its big violet eyes looked at its master, blinking and blinking, making that immature face even more cute.

Newborn monsters can't speak, and don't have their own thinking.

He will only obey his master's orders until either he or his master dies.

However, in the next second, he, who had been very docile all this time, suddenly struggled and flew out of Yatum's arms.

It was obviously a monster without its own thinking, but at this moment, a very painful expression suddenly appeared on that immature face. He hugged his body tightly, and his whole body trembled.

The young Pharaoh was startled, subconsciously stood up and stretched out his hand towards him.

But before the light-brown hand stretched out, a transparent flame burst out of the little boy's body out of thin air, burning him completely in the air in an instant.

——Before sealing it on the stone slab, the monster formed from the soul still had a strong connection with the original body——

The young Pharaoh stood up abruptly and strode out.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw black smoke rising from the sky in the distance, the looming red, and the faint and panicked screams.

He took a few steps forward, and when he looked up, he saw High Priest Mahat walking towards him in a hurry.

"King." Mahat said, with a rather complicated look on his face, "The place where the fire started is the room where the king's brother's body is placed."

【Kaya, no matter what happens, don't return to the palace within three days. 】

【If I die, do three things for me. 】

The black-haired guard stood in the room still burning with strange spices, gritted his teeth and looked at the huge stone slab placed in front of Brother Wang's head.

The anger surging from within his body almost distorted his entire face, and his right hand, which was clenched on the sword, trembled violently because of the anger filling his body.

"Pharaoh!"

That shout seemed to vent the violent anger in his heart, and he stabbed fiercely on the huge stone slab with his sword, just like stabbing at the body of an unshakable enemy.

The huge stone slab couldn't bear the violent impact, and a deep crack broke out on the smooth stone surface, and quickly spread outward.

In the next second, the white stone slab was torn apart.

The black-haired guard gasped heavily, not knowing whether it was because of uncontrollable anger or because he had exhausted all his strength in destroying the stone slab just now.

He stood silently in this room for a long time, until the crimson flame behind him completely burned.

The tongue of fire that hissed into the air reflected half of Ke Ya's handsome face red, but made his gaze even more ferocious.

He watched his master being devoured by the flames bit by bit, but this made his eyes gradually calm down.Soon, he heard noisy and chaotic shouts from outside.

Ke Ya suddenly knelt down and slammed his head on the ground.

Then he stood up and walked out.

Ke Ya thought he could calm down.

But when the young Pharaoh appeared in front of him, anger once again swept his body.He tried his best to resist his urge to rush forward and stab the young king with a sword.

He cannot die, he must not die.

The task entrusted to him by Wang Di has not been finished yet, so he must not die here.

He took a deep breath, walked out of the flames, and stood in front of the group of people who were trying to rush to fight the fire.

"late."

"The fire burns from the inside," he said.

The fire outside spread from Wang Di.

He stretched out his hand and threw a copper sign at the feet of the group of people opposite. It was the proof of the senior guards of the Egyptian royal palace. It was with this thing that he could sneak in here.

But he won't need it anymore.

"Kaya! How dare you do such a thing to your master!"

Ceci, who was standing opposite, yelled at him.

"It's better than letting you desecrate his soul!"

Ke Ya sneered and refuted without fear.

"I'm just carrying out the order His Royal Highness Wang left for me during his lifetime!"

He thought that the first thing Wang Di asked him to do was very strange, but now he understood.

When he saw the huge stone slab erected in front of Wang Di, he understood everything.

At that moment, he almost froze his breathing, without any hesitation, he abandoned his original hesitation, and burned Wangdi's body with his hands.

He opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to watch the fire burn Wangdi's body to ashes without blinking.

[The first thing is to destroy my body. 】

Ke Ya's fist was clenched tightly at this moment, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palm.

He wanted to use the pain to calm himself down.

He looked at the High Priest Seth who was standing aside, frowning tightly and staring at the room that had been completely engulfed in flames. He said, "Master Seth, I think I can make a request to you."

[The second thing is to see Seth. 】

"If the summoned monster is forcibly sent back due to special external reasons, then it must wait three days before it can be summoned again, right? Lord Seth."

Seth frowned and looked at this bold guard, looking very unhappy.

He glanced at the pharaoh in front of him.

The red light of the flames illuminated the handsome face of the young pharaoh, and those bright red eyes stared coldly at the flames in the darkness, showing no expression.

The Boy King didn't try to call people to put out the fire, he already knew it would be futile.

He just looked at the burning flame, and while the fire was flickering, it seemed that there was also a flame burning in his red pupils.

Seth pondered for a moment, and he looked at Ke Ya again.

"What are you asking for?"

"Three days have passed..."

Ke Ya glanced back at the flames behind him, his eyes faintly seeped traces of pain.

He said, "Master Seth, please summon the chestnut ball!"

Brother Wang is dead, and the chestnut ball has lost its owner.

As long as it accepts Set's magic, it can be summoned again.

The crimson pupils of the young pharaoh suddenly moved slightly.

He glanced at the black-haired guard, still expressionless.

——Brother Wang, I just want you to give me three days——

The author has something to say: the seven golden artifacts all have different powers.

Golden scepter: It can extract the soul of the living or just dead, and seal it on the stone plate to make it a monster that can be summoned and driven by the pharaoh.