Pharaoh

"Brother, you are resurrected by the power of the god of Egypt. Once you go to a place too far away from Egypt where the power of the god cannot reach, you will gradually weaken until you die."

The old high priest took another step forward, his old face, bright eyes staring straight at the young prince in front of him.

His words made the eyes of several great priests and the guard Sisi not far away focus on him, with stunned expressions on their faces.But at the same time, their eyes subconsciously revealed a look of relief.

If this is the case, the younger brother will definitely give up and leave Egypt.

Thinking this way, they all turned their eyes to the young prince under the gate of light again, but Seth, who was standing at the back and clenched the golden scepter tightly in his hand, lowered his head, his flickering eyes didn't know what to think.

When the young king standing in front of Simon heard this, he looked back at Simon in surprise, but then turned back to look at his younger brother.The young Pharaoh's handsome face did not show a look of relief because of High Priest Simon's words. On the contrary, he frowned slightly as he watched the game.

A look of uneasiness flashed across the crimson pupils, but he quickly suppressed it forcibly.

The huge door of light is still opening slowly, and the young prince under it is silent.

The shadow cast by the blond hair fluttering endlessly in the air current flew by from time to time on that immature face, and the violet pupils quietly watched the old high priest, unexpectedly calm.

"Why should I trust you?"

The young Wang brother asked with a calm face.

The questioning tone made High Priest Simon startled.

No one had ever spoken to him in such a questioning tone since he inherited the honorable position of high priest of the sun god Ra.

Perhaps it should be said that no one in Egypt dared to question his words.

"I know you don't allow the blood of the Egyptian royal family to stay out, and I know you want me to stay."

The king of Egypt spoke again, his bright eyes reflected the figure of the person in front of him in the depths of his pupils.

"Why should I believe something that is obviously only beneficial to you?"

"I finally got the chance to go home this time. Why do you let me give up with just one word?"

he asked, his tone getting tougher every time.

His eyes slowly swept across the crowd below, and the young prince's light purple pupils burned with a cluster of obvious anger that everyone could detect.

"If you can't answer these questions, then try another question."

Looking at the silent crowd, the corners of the young brother Wang's lips rose slightly, raising a radian that carried his rare anger.

His footsteps took another step back, getting closer to the door of light that was mostly opened behind him.

"You guys, why do you want me to believe it?"

The young Pharaoh opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he quickly closed them again without making a sound.He swallowed the few almost command words that had reached his throat, and his brows frowned even tighter.

A word of the Pharaoh, no one dares not to obey.

For a long time, Atum has been high on the throne, and he has long been used to others obeying his every word with trepidation. Therefore, when he forced down the command that fell into his throat, he was a little dazed to find that he didn't know what to do. say something.

He is the Pharaoh of Egypt, and he only knows and needs to know how to order others.

However, as the person who has always been closest to the game, Atum naturally knows his brother's temperament quite well.So he could predict that once that command-like sentence was uttered, there would be no room for redemption.

So what High Priest Simon said just now not only didn't make him feel relieved, but made him subconsciously have a bad premonition in his heart.

Brother Wang is usually quite obedient and docile, but once he gets stubborn, even he, the Pharaoh, has no choice but to take the initiative to give in and coax slowly—well, he can't deny that maybe his brother will develop this kind of behavior. His stubborn temper is also related to his pampering his younger brother too much.

When concessions become a habit, it becomes a matter of course.

And the young pharaoh would not hate such a concession.

However, that only time of toughness created the current tragic situation where he could not advance or retreat.

"Brother Wang, maybe I'm lying to you, maybe I'm telling the truth."

After being stunned for a moment, the old high priest quickly came to his senses. He shook his head, his tone a bit heavy.

"Yes, I have no way to prove that my words are correct, but you also cannot judge whether my words are lies."

He glanced at the shining golden box, and then looked at Brother Wang again.

"Brother Wang, is it worth it to gamble on such a possibility with the life you finally got back?"

The huge temple once again fell into dead silence, and the light of the golden box shone brighter. In comparison, the beam of light projected by the three gods seemed much weaker.

No one spoke anymore, and only the light or heavy breathing of the people could be heard in the silent hall.

The young prince stared into High Priest Simon's eyes. He stood motionless and didn't know what he was thinking.

The young black-haired guard stood in front of him on the left side, blocking between Sisi and Wangdi. He hadn't said a word since he appeared. He just stood by Wangdi's side in silence, watching not far away vigilantly. Sisi's every move.

He didn't intend to persuade Wang Di, in his opinion, Wang Di's decision was his decision.

Preventing Sisi from contacting Wangdi is his only thought now.

"Brother Wang..."

The young Wangdi finally opened his mouth, his eyes turned to the gold box suspended in the air, and a trance look flashed in his eyes.

"The golden box brought me to Egypt, to you."

His eyes moved down and fell on the young pharaoh.

He looked at Yatum with focused and soft eyes, as if he wanted to engrave that familiar face deep into his memory.

"I've seen you, so that's enough."

The light shining from the light purple pupils is tenacious, without any wavering.

"So I……"

"To shut up!"

A low-pitched angry shout that was obviously suppressed to the limit made the whole hall tremble in an instant. The crimson pupils carried the undisguised anger of the young pharaoh, piercing the opponent's chest like a drawn sword. eyes.

"Have I allowed you to leave!"

The young man who was facing the huge pressure of the Pharaoh was stunned, but he couldn't help laughing.

Maybe it's because he's used to it, maybe it's because from the very beginning, the young prince never feared the majesty of the young Pharaoh.

"Even if you stay, what can you do?"

The young prince's voice was not loud, but it was very clear in this empty and quiet hall.

"Another me (Japanese)..."

He said, "Now you are the king, Pharaoh of Egypt."

So it can't be the same as before, you will say that the most important thing is me.

So it can't be the same as before, you will trust me without reservation.

So you can kill me without hesitation—

I know.

You are Pharaoh.

"The next time the same thing happens, you will still execute me without hesitation, right?"

The young Wangdi said, using a questioning tone, but there was a look of affirmation in the eyes that looked at Atum.

"Then I might die after staying in Egypt. In that case, why didn't I choose to die in my hometown—maybe I still have half the chance of surviving?"

Even if he gambled with only half the chance, even if he gambled on the most precious life that was finally lost and recovered, he didn't want to give up easily.

He has no reason to stay here anymore.

But in the world 3000 years later, his parents, grandfather, friends... all those important people who he doesn't want to give up and will never give up on him are waiting for him.

They have been waiting for him to go back.

"Get out of the way, Keya!"

Sisi took a step forward, his eyes filled with anxiety.

The black-haired guard looked at Sisi without answering or backing away.

He raised the long sword in his right hand, held the hilt with his left hand, and exerted force.

The silver-white blade of the long sword from the tomb of King Ahmose was exposed to the light little by little, and the piercing cold light reflected fell on Sisi's wide-open eyes.

Ke Ya clenched the long sword with both hands, and stared at Sisi opposite him without blinking.

He looked very calm, even after hearing about such things and Wang Di's decision, he didn't show any sign of wavering.

He looked at Sisi, and the meaning conveyed by his actions was obvious.

If you want to go there, you have to step over his corpse first.

"Kaya! Do you know what you're doing!"

The behavior of the stubborn black-haired guard made Sisi even more angry. He drew out his sword and roared, "Are you really going to watch your master die?"

The black-haired guard looked at him coldly, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised with a hint of sarcasm.

He clenched the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Sisi. Even during the conversation, his vigilance did not relax in the slightest.

"My answer, you should have known it last time."

Just like the last time, even though he knew what the consequences would be, he still followed His Royal Highness's order and left the palace without hesitation.

Now, it's still the same.

Ke Ya said: "I obey all the decisions of His Royal Highness."

Even death.

The gate of light is about to open, and the golden light transmitted by the golden box is coming to an end.

The young Wangdi looked at the door that was about to be fully opened at the last point, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and poked his outstretched fingers out of the light door.

He saw his hands melted in the light, but an invisible resistance came from the crackling knuckles, oppressing his fingers so painfully.

This may be because the gate has not been fully opened, but he no longer wants to wait any longer.

He tried his best to stretch his hand in, and his slender arm entered the light curtain little by little.

Then the shoulders, then the face and half of the body.

A strong sense of oppression prevented his body from moving forward. He felt as if his whole body was buried in the mud. The huge attraction under him and the huge repulsion in front were trying to push him out of the light. screen.

A hurricane blew in his face, causing his hair to fly in a mess and blinding his eyes.

He tried his best to open his eyes with a very thin slit, and there were dazzling lights in all directions, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but when the light reached the limit——

The invisible force that prevented him from moving forward, oppressing his bones and causing pain in his whole body, suddenly loosened, and in his blurred vision, he seemed to vaguely see the shadows of several familiar high-rise buildings shaking far away.

His heart beat wildly at that moment, and he opened his eyes wide, not caring that the bright light hurt his eyes so much that tears leaked from his eyes.

He stretched his right hand as hard as he could, with straight fingers, as if he could touch the familiar world in the next second.

He didn't see it, but the fingertips at the front emanated a faint light, as if it was dissipating.

At this moment, those violet eyes widened to the limit can only see the distant and familiar world.

just a little bit-

A sharp pain ran from the left wrist to the brain along the arm's nerves.

Someone was forcefully pulling his left arm backwards, and the force from behind made him fall backwards involuntarily.

The extremely bright light in all directions suddenly faded as if it had exhausted its power at this moment, and the familiar phantom looming in the distance was covered by darkness at the moment the light dimmed.

He opened his eyes wide, but could no longer see.

The overwhelming darkness quickly spread from a distance in a second, swallowing him whole.

There was silence in the hall, and the things happened so fast that everyone was caught off guard.

The huge light gate suddenly exploded and shattered, turning into countless light spots that floated in the air and scattered down, forming an extremely strange but unbelievably beautiful scene in the dark hall.

The always calm High Priest Simon couldn't help but frown at this moment. He opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all, but let out a faint sigh.

Xia Da and Mahat next to him looked at each other, and he motioned to Mahat, who was most relied on by the pharaoh, to go and see the situation, but Mahat shook his head and refused.

Xia Da hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but raised his feet and walked towards the pharaoh who suddenly rushed to Wang's side just now.

"king……"

"Go away!"

There was an angry scold.

The hand that was stretched out to the Pharaoh whose back was turned to him froze in the middle, Xia Da's expression froze, and he immediately took a step back in fear.

The young Pharaoh, who was half kneeling on the ground, turned his back to his great priests, and the young prince who was forcefully dragged back by him leaned quietly in his arms.

The main hall, which was just like daylight just now, has been completely plunged into darkness at this moment, and the huge stone slab of the three gods has returned to silence, and the dull and lusterless color makes the ancient stone slab look extremely old.

The gold box that fell to the ground flickered, emitting a faint light.

Its faint golden light fell on the dark blue cloak of the young pharaoh, enveloping the entire front of the pharaoh in shadow.

Looking from behind, only the pharaoh's tense back could be seen.

He hugged his younger brother, his fingers gripped the slender shoulders, and his own shoulders were tense.

His right hand clasped Wang Di's wrist tightly, so hard that it left quite a few bruises on the white skin.

But even so, his fingers did not relax at all, but tightened even more.

His chest was heaving violently, and the sound of his heart beating wildly seemed to be heard in the darkness.

Even though he tried to squeeze his lips tightly, his heavy and messy breathing was still very clear in the silent hall.

The slightly pale cheeks of the young king were pressed against the light brown chest of the young king, and the warmth of each other leaked through the contact places.

He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

Suddenly, a drop of hot liquid dripped on his cheek.

Then the second drop, the third drop...

They ooze from the corners of the young pharaoh's tight lips, dyeing the immature white porcelain cheeks in his arms with bright red.