Pharaoh

When the light brown hand that tried its best to penetrate into the door of light grabbed the slender wrist that had just had time to disappear through the door, the golden building blocks that jumped up on his chest with the young pharaoh's large movements suddenly exploded Brilliant golden light.

The dazzling golden light scattered in all directions like a sharp sword, easily cutting off the beams of light of different colors cast by the three gods stone plate towards the golden box.

The huge stone slab fell down in an instant, lost its brilliance and fell silent in the darkness, and the gold box that lost the power supply of the three beams of light fell straight from the air to the bluestone ground, making a crisp impact sound.

As soon as the golden box was closed, the golden light projected from the eye of Horus to the gate of light was cut off instantly.

The door, which was about to be fully opened, suddenly shook violently.

Compared to the slow opening of the door at the beginning, the two giant light doors that seemed extremely bulky and dull closed at an extremely fast speed at this moment, and they were about to close.

The face of the young pharaoh who used power beyond his limit was pale under the light of the golden building blocks at the moment, and the pain brought to his body by the unimaginably heavy burden on his soul made his handsome face look pale. His face became distorted for an instant.

A trace of red leaked from the corner of his lips, as bright red as his crimson pupils with the color of blazing flames.

Before the pain was about to invade his whole body, Yatum put all his remaining strength on his right hand, and yanked fiercely, just before the door was about to close, the young man who had already stepped into the light curtain Brother Wang pulled back from the light curtain.

The gate of light slammed shut, and the light symbol of the huge Eye of Horus in the center of the gate merged into one again.

The gate of light shook violently again, and the ground of the temple also shook. In an instant, the gate of light collapsed and shattered into countless fluorescent lights, which scattered down in the darkness.

The game that was forcibly dragged back from the door by the young Pharaoh fell into his arms due to inertia, causing the exhausted Pharaoh to stagger back a step. After all, the body that had exhausted all its strength could no longer support it. Half kneeling on the ground.

He hugged the younger brother in his arms tightly, and the lips that subconsciously wanted to tighten finally couldn't help letting out a heavy and messy panting sound.

The blood oozing from the corner of his mouth stained the golden hair sticking to his cheek red, and dripped down his chin and landed on the cheek with closed eyes in his arms.

The drops of blood that slid across his beige neck snaked a bright red streak across the bright gold ornaments on his chest.

The faint fluorescent light flying in the entire empty hall created an unusually gorgeous scene for the silent temple.

The young Pharaoh, who was covered by the scattered light spots, closed his eyes and panted, his brows were wrinkled almost distortedly, and his clenched teeth showed how much pain he was enduring.

Under the reflection of the fluorescent lights scattered from around him, there was no trace of blood on his almost pale face.

All of this made him look embarrassed at the moment.

Priest Xia Da, who had been angrily rebuked by the young Pharaoh, stepped back, watching the pharaoh's back with a look of uneasiness in his eyes, he hesitated to speak a few times, but he still didn't dare to take a half step forward.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked back at High Priest Simon standing behind him.

Besides the Pharaoh, Lord Simon, who is the high priest of Ra, is the most honorable person in the temple, and only he is qualified to step forward to check on the king's situation.

The old priest didn't seem to see his gaze, and walked a few steps forward with his cane.

He bent down, carefully picked up the gold box that lay quietly on the bluestone floor without any sound, gently wiped off a little dust on the corners, and hugged it in his arms.

Then, he looked up and looked around, and looked at the few great priests.

"You go first."

He said, waving his hands casually, a trace of tiredness leaked from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

"Master Simon..."

"There is nothing to worry about. This is the temple of the Egyptian royal family. You cannot stay for long."

High Priest Simon simply interrupted the words of Mahat, who was hesitantly looking at him. He, who had always been gentle, now looked tough, and waved again to signal them to leave as soon as possible.

Seth, who had been standing at the back all the time, was silent for a moment, and without saying a word, he was the first to turn and leave.

Mahat and Shada looked at each other, and finally did not disobey the order of the high priest and left the temple behind Seth, but Mahat couldn't help but look back at the Pharaoh's back before walking out of the gate .

The old priest looked at the black-haired guard who was stopped by Sisi and was staring at the Pharaoh angrily, and smiled slightly.

He said, "Come with me, Keya."

Ke Ya glanced at him, shook his head, and cast his anxious eyes forward again.

But because his master was held in the arms of the young king at the moment, he couldn't see his master's situation.He wanted to run over, but Sisi stood firmly in front of him, so his expression became even uglier.

"Brother Wang is fine."

The old priest's calm words seemed to have a penetrating effect, and that steady tone made Ke Ya calm down a little.

The old man's eyes are bright, and there seems to be a power that makes people want to be convinced.

"Leave with me first, Ke Ya, if you can, you don't want to watch your master die, do you?"

Ke Ya hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Although he is willing to obey all the decisions of Wang Di, but if possible, he still hopes that his master can live.

The high priest with a calm expression and two guards finally left the huge temple. His long cane struck the ground to make a rhythmic sound, and his steps moved forward steadily.

He didn't look back, shadows covering the worried look in his calm eyes.

The old priest knew very well how powerful the three gods who guarded Egypt passed down from generation to generation by the Egyptian royal family were.

Even Yatum, who has surpassed the power of the pharaohs of all ages, can only control one of them with his huge magic power and powerful soul.

The future pharaoh may be able to dominate the three gods, but definitely not now.

But to stop the golden box from leaving Wangdi, the power of the three gods must be cut off at the same time.

The three gods responded to the king's request and lent the king's strength, then only the pharaoh who has the golden building blocks has the right to order the three gods to stop, provided that he controls the three gods at the same time.

That has exceeded the limit that the Pharaoh who is still too young at this time can bear. The damage caused by the backlash of the three gods to the Pharaoh is definitely not something that can be easily healed after a month or two of rest like when the king was backlashed by Gondola.

The current Pharaoh probably doesn't even have the strength to stand up on his own.

But it was precisely because of this that Simon sent people away one by one.

The proud boy king will never allow others to see his weakness.

This huge temple finally fell silent again, only the heavy panting of the young pharaoh echoed in the quiet hall.

The huge stone slabs of the three gods hang high above the walls of the temple, and they quietly watch the two brothers of the Egyptian royal family who also inherit the blood of the gods.

The countless fluorescent spots in the main hall have decreased a lot, and the already weak light has become more and more invisible, and only the outline of the young king can be vaguely discerned in the darkness.

The crimson pupils that were closed because of silently enduring the unspeakable pain finally opened, but Atum's still tightly frowning brows showed that the disappearance of the forbearance on his face was not due to the relief of the pain, but just Getting used to it.

Even if there was only a little bit of fluorescence, the bright red marks on the cheeks of Wang Di in his arms were still conspicuous against the white and tender skin.

The young Pharaoh raised his hand subconsciously, caressing Yu Yu's cheek, trying to wipe away the blood on his face.

The light brown finger landed on the white cheek, moved slightly, but deviated from the place.The slender fingers trembled slightly because of the extremely weak physical condition of its owner at the moment, and they couldn't listen to it, and couldn't exert any strength.

But the light-brown fingers moved vigorously and stubbornly, trying time and time again to wipe off the blood, but the result was failure after time...

The crimson pupils that exuded a stubborn expression suddenly trembled and closed abruptly.

Atum's right hand held Yuyuki's cheek tightly, and the left hand that hugged Yuyu's shoulder also tightened at that moment.

He closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth tightly, and couldn't help showing a trace of pain on his face.

The young king lowered his head, and pressed his pale lips against his brother's forehead, so the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips dyed his golden hair red little by little.

The fingertips he caressed on his younger brother's cheeks penetrated deeply into the soft hair, his teeth were clenched tightly in his tight lips, and a creaking sound could be faintly heard.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, as if the feeling of Wang Di's body against his body could relieve the pain of his soul, which was backlashed by the forcible control of the three gods, which seemed to be burned by flames at the moment.

The gold ring hanging from the thin chain lay obliquely on the shoulder of the young prince, and from time to time a faint trace of light flashed through the falling light spots.

"……Won't."

An extremely soft voice leaked from the slightly moving lips of the young king who pressed against the forehead of the young king.

But the answer was too late.

No one heard.

[The next time the same thing happens, you will still kill me without hesitation, right? 】Even if you answer, you will not be believed.

he knows.

So at that time, he didn't answer.

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The Egyptian priestess closed her eyes and lightly pressed her fingers on the gold jewelry in the shape of the Eye of Horus on her neck.

As one of the seven golden artifacts, the gold jewelry shone with golden light in accordance with the wishes of its beautiful mistress, enveloping the young king sitting on the throne opposite.

The pure golden radiance penetrated the young Pharaoh's body like a thin mist, and then disappeared.

Isis suddenly opened his eyes wide, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"How is it possible... such a thing!"

She took a step back. The usually calm and calm priestess showed a look of helplessness at this moment, just staring at the pharaoh on the throne with wide eyes.

"Isis?"

Seeing Isis's expression, Mahat, who was standing aside, was heartbroken, stepped forward to hold her arm, and shouted in a low voice.

Because the young pharaoh was born with powerful magic power, he naturally gave people a strong sense of coercion.

Ordinary people may not feel anything, but the more powerful a person is, the more they will notice this insurmountable level difference.

For the past two days, Mahat has been staying by Wang's side, always feeling a strange feeling.

After he finally couldn't help talking to the king, he was shocked to find that the pharaoh couldn't summon even the lowest level of monsters.

Because Isis's gold jewelry can detect the magic power in other people's bodies, the anxious Mahat immediately suggested that the king summon Isis to check the body.

Isis, who came back to his senses, looked at Mahat who was frowning, but he calmed down, but his expression was still not good-looking.

She stepped forward, knelt at the feet of the young pharaoh, bowed her head respectfully.

"King, in your body..."

She said, her tone heavy, "I can't detect the slightest bit of magic."

It's not to blame for her momentary gaffe just now, I'm afraid even the high priest would only be surprised if she knew about it.

The innate magical power inside the young pharaoh's body, so powerful that even the high priest dared not suppress it easily, disappeared without a trace.

The author has something to say:

Someone asked: Why can AIBO easily activate the Three Gods, while Wang Yang is such a waste?

My answer: Do you think [stand on the top of the mountain and pry off a huge rock] and [stop the boulder that has rolled all the way from the top of the mountain to reach the maximum speed and is about to reach the bottom of the mountain abruptly, and then push it back to the top of the mountain] consume the same amount of energy ... not to mention three boulders ...