Pharaoh

The statue of the colossal cobra stood tall, and two equally huge torches burned in its eyes, bringing a faint light to the dark underworld beyond the reach of the sun god Ra's brilliance.

Cursed will be the living who break into the tomb and disturb the Pharaoh's sleep.

The brightly colored murals are more and more vivid in the swaying firelight. The guardian of the tomb on the murals is shaking strangely, as if he is about to walk off the murals.

The darkness in the place where the firelight cannot reach is very deep. In this mausoleum of the dead, the darkness is always scary. People in this world are imprisoned and sent to Anubis, the god of death, to become his servants.

In this place where the dead rest, the breathing of the living can be heard.

The black-haired young man lay prone on the ground, a half-broken long sword stuck on the ground beside his head, blood spread from under his body, staining his left cheek on the ground red.

His eyes were half-covered, his face was a little dull, and he had obviously fallen into a state of deliriousness.

A foot stretched out and kicked him casually, but it just happened to wake him up from the dazed state.

The blond boy held a dagger in his hand, and the sharp blade glistening with cold light was stained red with blood.

Flying and proud eyebrows, handsome and flamboyant appearance give people a feeling that he is a son of a nobleman who thinks he is self-righteous and has more than nothing to do, and people will unconsciously relax their vigilance against such a him.

However, those who are familiar with the young man know that deep in those dark pupils there is an imperceptible restraint and stability, and the young man always calmly and calmly gives those who despise him a nightmare fate.

Watching the young man wake up, the corner of the young man's lips raised.

"Is this why you tried so hard to get close to me?"

He asked, bent down, and wiped the blood from the dagger on the young man.

A thin chain dangled from his white-skinned neck, and the things attached to the chain slipped out of his clothes.

It was a pure golden orb the size of a human eye, and it moved on a fine chain, one side carved in the shape of the Eye of Horus.

The corners of the golden eyes reflected a dazzling golden light under the firelight.

The blond boy straightened his body, stuffed the golden eyes back into his clothes, and then inserted the sharp dagger back into the scabbard around his waist.

The man at his feet had joined in suddenly three months ago. With his great strength and the precious treasures he offered, the man quickly gained the trust of the upper echelons and was able to get in touch with the center of power.However, the man seemed unwilling to get close to the elders who held absolute power in the power. Instead, he focused on currying favor with the blond boy who had a unique and noble status but was guarded by the elders and was not very powerful.

He just happened to be a little flustered recently. Since this man had ulterior motives, he naturally pretended to be wrong and included the man in his 'confidantes'. In fact, he was just waiting to see what the man wanted to do.

The man didn't seem to have much patience, and he couldn't bear it not long after he came to him.

Today, the man tricked him into this place in the name of looking for the treasure left by King Ahmose, and dismissed his other guards along the way.

He didn't stop it either.

He has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Maybe others think that men are strong, but he never takes them seriously.

"Impossible."

The blond boy snorted coldly, turned and left.

He just took a step, but he couldn't move anymore.

The black-haired young man who was pierced by his sword in the abdomen was still lying on the ground. The serious and almost fatal injuries made him unable to support his body, but his hand stretched out at no time, and tightly grasped the young man's ankle.

The hand he was holding onto the boy's leg seemed to have exhausted all his strength, strangled to death, and his knuckles were white from too much force.

"……Blood……"

A voice so weak that it seemed as if it would disappear at any time came from under his feet with great effort.

"Please...give me your blood...just a little..."

The black-haired young man tried his best to lift his dirty face stained with dust and blood, and stared at the young man with a begging look in his eyes.

"Please..."

The blond boy frowned as he looked at the man who was clearly seriously injured but still clung to his feet.

He didn't understand what this man was trying to do.

If you think about it carefully, although this man did come to him with other purposes, he never did anything harmful to him.For his orders, the man has always obeyed without hesitation, and he didn't even care about falling out with those old men who used to value men very much.

Although the man did draw his sword and attacked him just now, it could be seen that he didn't attack him harshly.

Now it seems that this person's purpose is just to want his own blood.

why?

The blond boy leaned down and stared at the black-haired man with interest.

This man has never been willing to call himself the master, and he always thought it was because this man was too proud... However, now he seems to have guessed a little bit.

"What do you want my blood for?"

The black-haired young man had probably fallen into a coma. He couldn't hear his question, so naturally he couldn't answer it.But his hands still tightly grasped the boy's ankles, trying with all his strength.

His lips moved open and closed, as if he was speaking, but the small sound no one could hear.

The young man looked at the face that was obviously blood-losing but couldn't tell how pale it was, and there was a hint of playful meaning in his eyes.He suddenly stretched out his hand and tore off the man's entire face in one fell swoop.

He froze for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, then raised his hand.

The tall attendant who had been standing on the sidelines stepped forward and knelt at his feet respectfully.

"Don't let him die."

The blond boy said that the dark pupils looking at the real face of the black-haired man revealed a strange and subtle emotion.

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【three months ago】

The broken sword pointed at the black-haired guard's neck with a flash of cold light.

"Pfft!"

A streak of blood splashed under the moonlight, and the blade of the sword was slightly deviated from the direction at the last second by a chestnut ball that flew over suddenly. Although it didn't cut Ke Ya's throat, it still cut a hole on Ke Ya's neck. Long mouth.

The fluffy chestnut ball bounced back and forth in front of Keya, and the big round eyes kept turning.

Seeing that the black-haired guard ignored it and raised the broken sword again, Chestnut Ball seemed to become more and more anxious.

It slammed into it all at once, forcibly knocking the broken sword in Ke Ya's hand and flying out.

The black-haired guard was taken aback, then turned his head and glared at the fluffy little monster.The chestnut ball didn't care about anything else, it waved its little paw vigorously at Keya, and rolled a few times in the air.

"Go away..."

The black-haired guard was not in the mood to fight with it, but just wanted to push it away.

But Li Ziqiu circled around him resolutely, stretching out her little paws and pulling at his hair vigorously.

"Drive away!"

Ke Ya finally couldn't help roaring, "No matter how much trouble you make, no one will accompany you! His Royal Highness, he—"

"he already……"

His voice was trembling, choked for a while but he couldn't speak anymore.

His hands were tightly curled up, and the back of his hands had stretched out with veins, and the blank piece of paper was tightly held in his right hand, and it was already in tatters.

He was already tear-stained.

"Puff~~"

The little chestnut ball pulled his hair hard again, which made him painful.Ke Ya was forced to raise his head, and originally wanted to push the chestnut ball away again, but just as he raised his head, the light golden light that flashed in front of him stunned him.

Chestnut Ball held a very thin strand of golden hair in its small paw, and waved it vigorously.

Then, the chestnut ball flew over, grabbing the broken sword with great difficulty, dragging it, and circled a few times in the air on its own.

It drew a crooked spell on the ground in front of Keya.

But no matter how twisted it was, Ke Ya recognized it at a glance.

It was a spell that the Egyptians all revered and were familiar with.

The black-haired guard stared blankly at the talisman for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, his dull eyes that looked at Li Ziqiu once again shone brightly.

"Really... Really?"

His voice trembled so badly that even his throat trembled slightly.

He had an unbelievable look on his face, but he couldn't help but beseechingly flashing in his eyes looking at the chestnut ball.

The fluffy chestnut ball nodded to him.

"I do everything..."

Like the only driftwood a drowning man grabs before he dies, he manages to squeeze out the dissonant voice from his twisted throat.

Ke Ya stared at the chestnut ball suspended in front of him with eyes full of hope.

"Anything is okay... I can do anything! Tell me how to do it!"

If...!

I am willing to do anything!

The excited shouts seemed to echo in his ears, piercing his own eardrums.

Keya struggled to open his eyes. In the dark underground tomb, the faint light from the torch in the pupils of the giant cobra statue brought a glimmer of light.

He looked around for a week, under the flickering firelight, the eyes of the monsters in the gorgeous murals on the surrounding walls seemed to be staring at him, and the looming darkness seemed even more eerie.

Ke Ya shivered, and woke up from the hazy dream.

The sharp pain in his stabbed abdomen caused cold sweat to ooze from his forehead. He gritted his teeth and propped himself up with his hands to sit up.

A black shadow landed on his face, and Keya subconsciously turned around.

The blond boy's figure was elongated under the light of the fire, making him look much taller, and that slanting shadow covered most of Keya's body.

The golden hair refracted bright light under the firelight, but made the shadow on the boy's face deeper and deeper.

Standing in front of Ke Ya, he gave off a sense of uncertainty.

"Servant of the king of Egypt, tell me your purpose of lurking by my side."

The teenager's questioning was simple and straightforward.

Ke Ya subconsciously touched his face, the feeling of his hand made his emotions tense, and it took a long time before he calmed down.

Sure enough, he was still too reckless.

He smiled bitterly.

But there is no way, there is no time.

If you don't act, it will be too late.

After being silent for a while, Keya gritted his teeth, raised his head and met the young man's unpredictable eyes.

"Please give me a little of your blood."

"Why?"

The boy's answer was cold and cheerless, which made Ke Ya's heart sink uncontrollably.

He tried his best to prop up his body, knelt down at the boy's feet, his forehead pressed against the black soil on the mausoleum.

"Please! Just a few drops, as long as you give it to me, I can do anything!"

The boy's dark pupils looked at him coldly for a while, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, with a lazy look on his face.

"You are the servant of the king of Egypt. He is dead, but you are still alive..." he said, "To be honest, I don't like a servant like you."

The body of the black-haired guard trembled slightly, but he still put his head on the ground, motionless.

The boy glanced at him and continued: "If it's blood, you need as much as you need in your body."

"If it's possible, I won't hesitate even if I donate all the blood in my body." Ke Ya raised his head and smiled wryly, "But no, it must be your blood, it must be the blood of the direct blood of the Egyptian royal family... "

Before Ke Ya finished speaking, a sharp cold light suddenly flashed in the boy's eyes, and he grabbed his clothes and pulled him up from the ground.

"How did you know?!"

The young man lowered his voice, and the eyes that stared at Ke Ya were showing evil spirit without any concealment.

"Forget it, no matter how you know, since you know..."

Without waiting for Ke Ya's answer, he suddenly drew out the dagger at his waist and stabbed at Ke Ya.

Suddenly, a strange thing rushed out from the darkness, knocking the dagger in the young man's hand away.

The maroon, round and fluffy chestnut ball was lying on the blond boy's hand, grabbing his hand and screaming hard at him, but refused to let go of its claws.

"Chestnut balls?"

The blond boy frowned, loosened Ke Ya's clothes and stood up.

He let the chestnut ball hold his hand and didn't shake it off, as if he was thinking about something.

The chestnut ball flew out of his arms, rubbed against his cheek with its fluffy body, then flew in one direction, then flew back, staring at him with a pair of big eyes, and then flew in that direction again It flew over and flew back to look at him.

The blond boy pondered for a moment. He glanced at the chestnut ball, and then at the black-haired servant who was staring at him beggingly.

With his consistent character, he is unwilling to get involved in things that he cannot control or knows nothing about.

He looked at the chestnut ball whirling around him in front of him, and the big violet pupils made his dark pupils move inexplicably.

When I met that person suddenly on the street that time, that person also looked at him with big light purple eyes. It was impossible for that person to know him, but for some reason, that immature face met him. He showed a look of dependence, so he couldn't help but say something he shouldn't have said...

Pharaoh's brother...

Also his...

King Ahmose, son of the great moon god, was the greatest pharaoh in Egyptian history. He expelled the Hyksos who invaded Egypt, unified Upper and Lower Egypt, and established a powerful Egyptian Empire.

He made Egypt stand proudly on top of the world, and all the surrounding countries worshiped it.

All Egyptians thought that his tomb was located in the deepest part of the Valley of the Kings, where the pharaohs of all ages worshiped.Only a few people know that in order to prevent the tomb robbers from disturbing, the real tomb of King Ahmose is located elsewhere.

At this moment, the blond boy with the blood of King Ahmose was walking in the tomb of his ancestors. He frowned and looked at everything around him. The darker he went, the more dangerous and terrifying he went.However, the little chestnut ball seemed to be very familiar with the situation of this mausoleum, and could always remind him to avoid those traps in advance.

The bandage on the black-haired guard's abdomen had been dyed red, and he stumbled after him and his attendants, fell down several times, and stood up with gritted teeth to follow.

On the giant bronze gate, the statue of the huge Horus eagle made of bronze is fluttering in front of everyone's eyes, and the red pupils inlaid with huge rubies are shining brightly in the dark.

It looked at the person coming as if it was alive, showing fierce and sharp eyes.

The incantation of the Eye of Horus looms on its sharp beak.

The blond boy glanced at Ke Ya. Although he was seriously injured, he still gritted his teeth and held his breath. The black-haired servant who walked all the way stepped forward, cut his palm, and let the blood drip on the huge bronze beak. superior.

The blood slid down and dripped to the ground, nothing happened.

After confirming that the other party did not set a trap here to deceive him, the blond boy stepped forward, drew out his dagger and pierced his palm.

The blood dripped on the beak, but none of it flowed down, it was all absorbed by the gleaming runes of the Eye of Horus on the beak.

The gleaming rune of the Eye of Horus suddenly dimmed, and the earth shook, and the huge thick bronze gate slowly opened with the earthquake.

The golden light illuminated all the faces, filling their eyes with the beautiful hue of gold.

The overwhelming golden light illuminates this underground mausoleum more brightly than the sunlight on the ground.

Everything you can see is made of gold.

The blond boy was not shaken in the slightest by the luxurious cemetery made of gold. Facing the jaw-dropping wealth, he looked very calm, and there was no hint of greed or possessive desire in his eyes.

He regards the wealth of the country as nothing.

Looking around, his eyes fell on the front and highest place of the spacious room, the huge golden coffin that was as big as five people.

The boy stared at it, his dark pupils shining with a strange light.

That is the resting place of the great King Ahmose.

That was his ancestor, the great king whom all Egyptians worshiped.

His eyes were respectful, but also proudly and confidently provocative——

One day, he will surpass his ancestors, and let future generations remember his existence.

The chestnut ball flew to a corner of the room, and when it found that the blond boy hadn't followed, it flew back again, rubbing the boy's face to get his attention back to himself.

Its small paws grabbed onto the boy's white-skinned arm, desperately pulling him in a certain direction.

Under the harassment of the chestnut ball, the blond boy withdrew his thoughts and looked in the direction the chestnut ball was pulling.

In the corner of this glittering and luxurious room, an inconspicuous small stone slab with a height of only half a person leans slantingly.

The slate looks dusty, and the middle of the slate seems to have been severely eroded, with many cracks, making it difficult to see the image in the middle.It looked ugly and dirty, and it was even more out of place with the surrounding objects and walls made of pure gold.

The fluffy chestnut ball flew over and lay on the upper right corner of the slanted gray slate, its big eyes staring eagerly at the hand of the blond boy walking towards it.

The young man casually shook his hand vigorously, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding opened again with force.

He bent down and wiped the blood on the gray slate.

The bright red blood flowed into the cracks in the stone slabs, but didn't flow out, and all the blood was sucked in by the cracks.

The gray slate suddenly flew up, and above the image full of cracks, the bright red color of blood seemed to soak into it, and gradually spread on the cracks of the slate, and the whole slate suddenly showed a strange and gorgeous color.

There was a sudden loud noise, as if the stone slab that had been filled with blood to the limit suddenly burst open.

Gray gravel splashed everywhere.

The golden slate suspended in the air is like the purest light melted and condensed in the hands of the sun god Ra——

It was the color of pure gold as if gathered from the first rays of the morning's nascent light.

It is a blue color that seems to be condensed with the clear water of the Nile River, the mother of Egypt.

In the middle of the inconceivably beautiful golden stone slabs that only gods could create, a huge azure gem that seems to be melted into gold outlines a mysterious and gorgeous charm.

The blond boy covered his head and frowned uncomfortably.

The moment the golden light shone on him, something forced into his mind out of thin air.

Soon, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and he suddenly raised his head to stare at the golden stone slab suspended in the air and glowing with golden light.

The name of this golden slate was firmly engraved in his mind——

【Dead Su Sheng】

The author has something to say: Magic Card [The Resurrection of the Dead]

Function: Need I introduce?Look at the name...

Thank you for accompanying "Pharaoh" and Luoshui so far, because with everyone's support, this article can survive for half a year in the hands of the always lazy author, it is not easy...

With the arrival of the new year, I hope that everyone can continue to be by the side of the dictatorial Pharaoh, the cute younger brother, and the lazy Luoshui.

Happy New Year to everyone O(∩_∩)O

Supreme sun god Ra

Atun, God of the Rising Sun (Atun)

Atumu, God of the Sunset

Hmm... Seeing this, everyone should be able to guess the name of the rival in love...

Relevant information:

Ahmose I, the first pharaoh of the No.18 dynasty of ancient Egypt (in the text, he is the ancestor of the king).

He completely expelled the Hyksos who invaded Egypt from Egypt, and unified Upper and Lower Egypt.Then he began to invade other countries, successively attacking Syria, Palestine and Nubia, extending the sphere of influence of the Egyptian Empire to the outside world.Since then, Egypt has dominated its neighbors with the attitude of a military empire, and the history of ancient Egypt has entered the heyday of the New Kingdom period.

Ahmose means "son of the moon god" in Egyptian.