Pharaoh

On a moonless night, the kings of Egypt were shrouded in darkness, and occasionally a faint starlight brought a glimmer of light to the royal city of Thebes.

In a gorgeous room on the left side of the Egyptian royal palace, the Egyptian priestess was lying on a big soft bed and fell asleep, but she seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, her lips parted slightly, and her breathing was rapid.

Her slender fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, and her beautiful brows were tightly frowned.

She seemed to be unconsciously uttering extremely small ravings, and sweat was already oozing from her forehead.

Above the night sky, a little starlight hidden in the black clouds flashed, and happened to shine on the priestess' neck through the skylight.

The gold jewelry, one of the seven golden artifacts in Egypt, was originally lying quietly on the neck of the priestess. At this moment, when it was illuminated by the starlight, a strange golden light suddenly flashed.

It was dark...

The young king of Egypt stood in the darkness, holding a blood-stained long sword in his hand, his crimson pupils looked down, shining a sharp and cold light in the darkness.

Under his feet was a blond boy who was about the same size as him.

The blond boy's face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly. He could only tell from the shortness of breath that he seemed to have suffered serious injuries.

The young Pharaoh stared at him, his bright red pupils carried an undisguised evil spirit.

He raised his long sword and stabbed the heart of the blond boy who was under his feet.

Suddenly someone rushed out of the darkness.

It was a boy who was smaller than the two of them. The long sword in his hand slammed on the blade of the boy king's stabbing blade, causing the boy king's sword to deviate from the direction and rub against the blond boy's cheek. Pass.

The crimson pupils of the young king froze for a moment when he saw the approaching person, and the slightly smaller boy took advantage of this second opportunity and the force of the collision to push the young Pharaoh back a few steps.

He took a short breath and stood in front of the wounded blond boy, confronting the Pharaoh.

He raised his left arm to protect the blond boy behind him.

He held the long sword tightly in his right hand, raised it up, and faced the young pharaoh holding the sword.

The upper body of the young pharaoh who was knocked away was completely hidden in the darkness, and his expression at the moment could not be seen.

But it seemed that he could vaguely feel the cold eyes shot out of those bright red pupils that penetrated the darkness.

The young Pharaoh just stood there without moving for a while.

And the younger boy standing opposite the Pharaoh with a sword raised his head at this moment, and a bright light illuminated the boy's face——

The Egyptian Priestess suddenly opened her eyes wide and woke up from the dream.

Her long black hair was spread out on the snow-white bed, and her fingers were so hard on the sheet that it almost tore the sheet.

She gasped in shock, cold sweat flowing down her tender cheeks into her thick black hair.

Her fingers touched the cold gold jewelry on her neck subconsciously.

Looking around the familiar room, Isis seemed to calm down a little.

She closed her eyes, letting her rapid breathing gradually calm down.

When the Egyptian priestess opened her eyes and sat up again, her young and beautiful face had returned to her usual calm and composed look.

She got out of bed and called the maid on duty outside the door to come in and change her clothes.

Isis glanced outside while the maids surrounded her to change into her going-out clothes.

In the gloomy darkness, it was still too early for the light of the sun god Ra to emerge from the ground. Perhaps it was really wrong to disturb that lord so early, but the dream just now made her restless.

She is the great priest of Egypt, and she has gold jewelry, one of the seven golden artifacts.

Gold jewelry has the power to predict the future.

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Simon, the high priest of the sun god Ra, had a transcendent status in Egypt.

He lived for a long time and experienced several generations of Egyptian emperors, but he never participated in any struggle for the throne.

He was detached from the power of Egypt and devoted himself to serving the sun god.

No one dared to underestimate him. What High Priest Simon represented was the authority of the great God Ra.

At this time, the high priest of the sun god Ra stood on the high altar of the huge and empty temple of the sun god, silent.

The Egyptian priestess bowed her head and knelt down piously on the ground.

On the altar, a golden gold box is placed there.

It stayed quietly on the high altar, without the slightest movement, except for the occasional glare of golden light refracted by the starlight shot down from the skylight.

"Did the gold jewelry make a prophecy..."

The old priest whispered. He stared at the golden box on the altar. The tone of his speech was not so much asking Isis who was kneeling behind him, but talking to himself.

"Yes."

Isis replied respectfully.

Her gold jewelry is the most mysterious of the seven artifacts.

No one knows when the gold jewelry will unleash its power, not even its past owners.

No one can control it.

However, as long as it is a sight for its owner, it is something that must happen in the future.

"What do you see?"

"...Pharaoh wants to kill a blond boy."

"How does the boy look like?"

"I can't see clearly, but it seems to be about the same age as Wang."

The old priest's fingers gripping the long scepter tightened slightly, and then loosened.

"and then?"

His voice was still unhurried, and his gentle face looked calm.

"Someone rushed out to protect the young man and drew his sword to the king."

The Priestess replied, her long eyelashes half hidden, casting a shadow on her cheeks.

"That person is..."

Speaking of this, Isis's throat trembled slightly, but he couldn't speak any more.

The old priest turned around and stared at the Egyptian priestess with those eyes that had grown wiser and deeper over the years.

He asked, "Did the gold jewelry show you his face?"

Isis nodded wordlessly.

She hesitated for a while before slowly uttering three words.

"...It's the younger brother."

In the dream, she saw the brother who was supposed to be dead point the sword in his hand at the pharaoh in the dark, in order to protect the injured blond boy.

She once wondered if she had misread it, it was just a young man who was very similar to Wang Di.

But she did hear the boy speak.

【Brother Wang...】

She heard the young prince calling Pharaoh so.

The predictions of gold jewelry are absolute.

But obviously the younger brother was dead, she saw with her own eyes that the king killed the younger brother, and watched the younger brother's body turn into ashes in the flames.

So what exactly is this so-called future?

Isis raised his head and looked at the spokesperson of the sun god Ra with bright eyes, only confusion and heaviness in his eyes.

Regardless of the night, she hurried to the temple to disturb the high priest, hoping that this wise old man who had lived for a long time would solve her doubts for her.

Even the priestess, known as the light of wisdom in the Egyptian royal palace, knew very well that her so-called intelligence was not even one-ten-thousandth of that of the old man in front of her.

The old high priest let out a long sigh.

He didn't answer Isis' question, but changed the topic to another place.

"Blindly tough will not lead Egypt to glory..."

On the old priest's wrinkled face, his slightly narrowed eyes seemed to be looking at an extremely distant place.

"Too much power can lead to self-destruction."

"Wang is still too young," he said.

Isis was taken aback, she looked at High Priest Simon with a bit of disapproval in her eyes.

She couldn't help frowning at the high priest's words, and opened her mouth to refute.

"But, Lord Simon, you also said that the king is very similar to the young King Ahmose, isn't it?"

The old priest nodded without objecting.

"It's very similar."

Seeing the old priest nodding, Isis continued.

"The great King Ahmose established the holy Egyptian Empire under the glory of God with his mighty power. Lord Simon, I believe that the king I serve will also become a great king not inferior to King Ahmose .”

King Ahmose, who is famous for his toughness and bloodthirsty, is the king most feared and respected by the Egyptians.

Endless war was the main theme of his reign, and his life was the testimony of Egypt's conquest of foreigners.

He is the pharaoh who represents darkness and blood.

But no one can criticize his great achievements, and the people of later generations will all admire him.

"Powerful power leads to the king's toughness, but blindly toughness will only make the king overly arrogant and unable to recognize his faults and eventually lead to self-destruction..."

"King Ahmose is a powerful king, but he is also a filial son. The loving Empress Dowager Fivinas is enough to soften the toughness of her children, and she guides his children with her wisdom and kindness A path that leads to glory, not self-aggrandizement leading to destruction."

The old high priest spoke slowly.

"Isis, the young Pharaoh does have power not inferior to King Ahmose, but he is too confident."

"Master Simon, as a king, isn't it a matter of course to have self-confidence?"

Isis refuted again.

Simon shook his head.

"Excessive self-confidence is arrogance... Arrogance will blind his eyes and ears, and make him do irreparable things. I have been worried about this since the king was very young."

The old priest's eyes fell on the golden box that was sitting quietly on the high altar.

He thought of the child with an immature face who would call him grandpa with a smile like sunshine.

When he saw the soft gaze of the proud and aloof young Pharaoh, who had always maintained his own god, looking at his younger brother, he felt a little relieved from the bottom of his heart.

If it's this kid, maybe.

At that time, he thought so.

The young Pharaoh was too sharp, and his youth and fearlessness made him not understand what it means to be restrained.

Too much power can easily lead to self-destruction if it is not used properly, and blindly being tough will only cause a tragedy for both sides.

Therefore, there must be such a person who can persuade the young pharaoh at the right time and soften his toughness and sharpness.

Simon once felt at ease that that person had appeared beside the Boy King.

but……

"There is no such thing! The king is the same as before, even if the younger brother is gone, he will just change back to the previous king!"

Glancing at Isis who was trying to refute him, the old priest squinted his eyes, his face was still calm, but for some reason he gave off a frightening aura.

"Is it really the same as before?"

he asks.

Isis opened her lips, but couldn't answer.

She closed her eyes.

It should be the same, the same as the diligent and ruthless king before.

Even though he told himself this time and time again, Isis still felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.

Possessing God's ruthlessness and rationality, and abandoning human emotions, the king is growing in the direction expected by her and Seth, which should be reassuring.So now this uneasy feeling that spreads throughout the body...

Looking at the silent Isis, the old priest let out a slight sigh.

Not only the king, but even the priests are still too immature, they don't understand at all——

A high-ranking god cannot rule Egypt, because there will be no human beings in the eyes of a ruthless god.

Therefore, the pharaoh who has the blood of God but is still a human being is entrusted by the Egyptian gods with the important task of ruling Egypt.

Only man can rule the empire of man.

"The king is still too young..."

The old high priest repeated the words again.

The young pharaoh lost something important because of his arrogance.

But even now, Wang still has not realized this.

Simon coughed a few times, lowered his eyes slightly, said no more, turned around with his scepter and walked slowly into the room.

However, he just took a step, and suddenly a golden light shone from behind him.

The old priest paused and turned around.

He stared at the golden box shining with golden light on the altar of the temple, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

Isis also raised her head, staring at the shining golden box, something seemed to move in her eyes.

Then, a determined look appeared on her face.

"Lord Simon, I swear to God Ra that I will never tell the king what happened tonight."

She said, staring at the old priest without blinking, "Please tell me, what is the future predicted by my gold jewelry-"

The old high priest was silent for a long time, until the shining golden box gradually quieted down.

He closed his eyes and tightened his fingers on the cane.

"Those who serve God can only see, not speak."

He said, "You can only listen, not do it."

"Because everything is God's will."

"The chestnut ball is not the weakest monster, but the strongest monster."

"It's not that no priest has wanted to call it to serve him throughout the ages, but it has rejected their call."

The old high priest closed his eyes slightly, and at first glance, he seemed to be sleeping standing up.

His voice was very low and soft, and a little vague, like a raving in a dream.

He was talking about a topic completely unrelated to Isis's question, but Isis didn't dare to interrupt.

She lowered her head and listened carefully to every word the old priest said.

"Even if it came to the world following the call of a certain priest, as long as it doesn't want to, it can cut off the contract between it and the priest at any time."

The Egyptian priestess was taken aback, with a complicated look in her eyes.

No wonder...

After that night, Set could no longer sense the chestnut ball.

"God created countless monsters, sealed them in stone slabs, and made them servants of the Pharaoh."

"All the stone slabs host powerful monsters, however, there is one exception."

"That slate does not seal any existence, but it has a unique power that makes the world crazy."

"In order to fight for it, the ignorant world launched war after war, which finally aroused the wrath of God. God took away the golden slate and erased everyone's memory of it."

"Now, only the high priests of Egypt know this secret... No, maybe something that has disappeared can no longer be called a secret."

Having said that, the old priest paused.

That miraculous slate has probably disappeared from the world by now.

Its existence may no longer need to be kept secret, it disappeared, but it will become an eternal legend.

"Chestnut ball is the first monster created by God, and it is the only monster that is not aggressive. It is said that this is because it has the power of God's love for his own people."

"God loved it, so he handed over the golden slate that sealed his power to it for preservation, and gave it the power to activate the golden slate."

"As long as it is willing to use up all its power, the great power contained in the golden tablet will be channeled."

"The chestnut ball that has exhausted its strength will sleep, maybe for a year, maybe for 100 years, maybe forever..."

The old priest who had been rambling for a while opened his half-closed eyes and glanced at the quiet gold box.

He said: "The name of the golden slab is, [The Resurrection of the Dead]."

As if he didn't see the incredible gaze of the Egyptian priestess who suddenly looked up at him, the old priest lowered his head again.

He still looked like a senile old man, turned around and walked away slowly with a cane.

The lights of the temple went out one by one, and darkness enveloped the face of the priestess.

She stood up silently and left the temple.

Behind her, the temple of the sun god Ra was surrounded by darkness and fell into silence again.

-

In the dark night, a bright golden light suddenly flashed in the room at the highest place of the Egyptian royal palace.

The sleeping young Pharaoh suddenly opened his eyes, his bright crimson pupils were staring at the golden building blocks beside his pillow.

The golden building block was lying on the bed safely, motionless.

The young Pharaoh sat up and took it in his hand.

The golden building blocks lay quietly in Atum's hands without any reaction.

The young king frowned, put it back, and lay down on the bed himself.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep again,

A thin chain slid from his beige neck, and an ugly golden ring, melted beyond recognition, sank halfway into the soft bed.

It shimmered with a pure gold in the starlight that fell through the skylight.