Pharaoh

The Pharaoh of Egypt was sitting on the ground leaning against a stone wall. He raised his head, his crimson pupils looked like jumping hot flames in the darkness, staring unblinkingly at his younger brother standing in front of him.

The young brother Wang slightly bent down, and stretched out his hand to his brother Wang, that immature face was smiling brightly, but gradually it became awkward when the young king stared at him intently.

Uh, seems a little... carried away?

Yuyu withdrew his hand uncomfortably and straightened up.But the hand he was about to retract moved back slightly, and the young king sitting on the ground suddenly reached out and grabbed his right hand that he wanted to retract, and before he could react, he yanked hard.

The strong force transmitted by the light brown hand was completely irresistible, and he suddenly became unstable, staggered and fell forward on his brother Wang.

You You bumped his head into the opponent's chest, and after he realized it, he felt a little pain from rubbing against his knees when he fell to the ground.

He pushed Atum's chest unhappily and tried to stand up, but as soon as he put a little effort into his hands, a pair of arms hugged him tightly.

The arm around him was so tight that he felt a dull pain where it was strangled.

"Brother Wang..."

He raised his head and wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Atum's hand reached into the hair at the back of his head, and pressed his head tightly into his arms.

You You's forehead was pressed against the light brown neck that still had a little bloodstain, and the heat of the skin penetrated from his cheeks. He blinked, and only the Boy King's neck and chest could be seen in his sight.

He could feel Atum's warm lips pressed tightly against his hair, the boy king's breathing was rapid, and the hot air exhaled from his nose and lips penetrated into his hair, making him feel a little itchy .

He suddenly thought that if he breathed and exhaled close to Yatum's neck like this, it would also make Yatum's neck feel itchy. He moved a little, but the arm holding him suddenly tightened, Immobilize him.Brother Wang glanced up in some embarrassment, and could only see Atum's chin, and a strand of golden hair that moved slightly because of his breathing.

He held his breath subconsciously, and his breathing became even lighter, but he didn't know that the faint, thread-like breath would only bring more itching to his skin.

Because he couldn't move his body, he could only move his eyes around. Suddenly, he saw the scar on Yatum's shoulder and couldn't help but startled.

"Brother Wang."

He pushed Yatum's chest hard, motioning him to let him go.

Yatum didn't answer, just hugged him and didn't speak. The face buried in his soft hair moved, and it was still tightly attached to his head.

The young king had no choice but to tug on the young king's clothes again.

"Brother Wang, your wound is still bleeding."

He said worriedly, "The bleeding must be stopped quickly—I have wound medicine with me."

The young Pharaoh still didn't answer, but after being silent for a while, he let go of his hand.

The young brother Wang who was finally able to escape let out a long breath, sat up straight, lowered his head and was about to dig out the wound medicine from the small pouch on his waist when he suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned his head to look back.

He was shocked to find that there was no one on the altar.

The old man and the remaining man had fled while they were fighting the monster.

Strangely, there is only this hall at the end of this long corridor, and there is no other exit.

They had been sitting near the entrance of the hall just now, and no one came over, so how did those two people disappear from the hall?

"...I always feel that the man looks familiar."

He unconsciously said what was in his mind.

And just now he noticed that the man was holding something very carefully in his arms...it was so tightly wrapped that he couldn't see exactly what the man was holding.

"Well." Yatum replied, "That man is a general in the Lower Egyptian army. You should have met him when you went to Lower Egypt."

"Huh? Why is the general of Lower Egypt here?"

"It's just a traitor, nothing to make a fuss about."

The young brother Wang was still in a daze, but the young king had already stood up by himself.He took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up the long sword that fell from his hand just now, and walked in front of the only remaining enemy in the hall who was still breathing.

The man who tried to sneak attack the Pharaoh just now failed, but was carelessly stabbed by the sword of the king's brother lying on the ground, looking at the Pharaoh who was walking towards him, his eyes widened in horror.

"Forgive...forgive me!"

He was paralyzed on the ground and begged the young king in a panic, "I know where the person you are looking for has gone!"

The man who was abandoned by his master betrayed his master without hesitation, and pointed to the altar above.

"They're going down there!" he cried. "Don't kill me, I'll take you to—"

The point of the sword pierced his throat, stopping his voice abruptly.

The blade drawn from his throat was stained red by the spurted blood, and the man fell to the ground with wide-eyed eyes and stopped breathing.

The young Pharaoh glanced at the man's blood-stained clothes, and frowned in disgust.He looked around, walked up to another dead attendant, bent down and tore most of the clothes off that person's body.

He tossed the ripped-off clothes, which were relatively clean, to the younger brother behind, and said, "Use this to bandage the wound."

"use this?"

The young Wangdi stared at him with wide eyes, looking like he wanted to throw away the rag in his hand.

"how?"

"But, but this is from a dead person..."

"So what?"

Regarding the hesitation of the king's brother, the young Pharaoh asked impatiently.

"..."

Anyway, you use it and you have no opinion.

Ye Yu groaned like this, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, tore the cloth into several long strips, poured the medicine powder on it, and helped Yatum bandage the more serious wounds on his shoulders and back.

He just wrapped up his left shoulder, picked up another strip of cloth, and the boy king stretched out his hand and took it.

"Hand out."

"what?"

"Right hand."

"Uh... I, I don't need it."

He didn't like to wrap the dead man's clothes around himself.

The bright crimson pupils stared impatiently at the game, and the sharp gaze made him shrink back subconsciously.

After thinking for a while, he quickly raised his right hand, pointed to his wrist, and looked at Atum with a very honest expression on his face.

"It's really unnecessary, you see, the blood has not flowed for a long time."

The young Pharaoh glanced at him suspiciously, reached out and grabbed his arm, and pulled him toward him for a closer look.After confirming that the blood from the wound had solidified, he hesitated for a moment before letting go.

Yugi breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly continued to bandage Yatum's wound.

"What happened just now?"

"I am not sure as well……"

At that time, he fell to the ground and his whole body hurt so badly that he finally stood up leaning on the stone pillar.The monster rushed over to bite him, and he, who had lost his weapon, reflexively slapped the monster's hideous head with his hand, trying to push the opponent's mouth away.

He knew it was useless, it was just a reaction of human survival instinct.

Who knew that as soon as his hand was pressed, the monster suddenly let out a wail, and tried its best to avoid his hand.

It backed away, cowering almost as if it were afraid of him.

The young Wangdi looked at his hand in confusion, but he couldn't see anything special, and he didn't hold any sharp weapon. It was strange...

Ok?

When he fell to the ground just now, his wrist was scratched open by gravel, and the blood flowed into his palm.

Is it—

His guess was right, what the monster feared was his blood.As soon as the blood fell on the monster, the monster who didn't dare to attack him seemed to struggle a few times in pain, and then disappeared into the air.

As soon as he looked up, he happened to see another monster not far away rushing towards the unarmed Atum. He subconsciously ran over to block Atum, and only then did the previous scene begin.

It's nice to look down on people from a height.

The young brother Wang who rescued his brother Wang at a critical moment thought so movedly.

He finally had the opportunity to say to Brother Wang what Brother Wang had said to him countless times—at least at this moment, he could say it with confidence.

Well, although it was quickly beaten back to the prototype.

After listening to the explanation of the game, the young Pharaoh began to ponder. He vaguely recalled what the great priest beside his father told him when he was very young.

Monsters are created by gods, so monsters must not disobey gods.Similarly, disobeying and hurting Pharaoh, who is the Son of God, is also forbidden by God.

God put shackles on the monsters—once the monsters hurt the people of the Egyptian royal family who have the blood of God, or in other words, once the monsters are stained with the blood of the people of the Egyptian royal family, the magic power in the monster's body will be reduced a little bit. Scatter - this is God's punishment for hurting the Son of God.

Because of this, when Egypt was very ancient, pharaohs never had to worry about rebellion and the betrayal of the great priest, because monsters could not attack pharaohs who had the blood of gods.

However, with the inheritance of the royal family from generation to generation, the blood of the gods inevitably became thinner, and now, the thin royal blood has no effect on monsters.At the same time, because the age is too long, the shackles given by the gods to the monsters are gradually disappearing.Even if a person from the royal family with a relatively pure bloodline appears occasionally, the restraint effect of blood on monsters is only limited to low-level monsters, and will not have any effect on high-level monsters.

【A drop of God's blood turns into a slate for the resurrection of the dead. 】

The words of High Priest Simon sounded in his mind again at this moment.

[Pharaoh, brother Wang can activate the three gods because he has more pure royal blood than you and me. 】The young king's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist, and then slowly released it.

He lowered his head and looked at Wangdi who was busy bandaging his wound in front of him. His ruby-like pupils seemed to be shining red in the firelight, making it hard to see the color deep in his eyes.

He raised his hands and hugged Wangdi who was seriously wrapping the cloth around his arms into his arms again.

The shadow of the golden hair falling on the young Wang Junmei's cheeks concealed the expression on his face at the moment, only his lips were tightly pursed, and the shadow at the corners of his lips swayed slightly under the firelight.

"Brother Wang?"

Yugi was busy treating Atum's wound when he was suddenly hugged.

"what happened?"

He raised his head in bewilderment and made a questioning sound.

But as soon as he raised his head, before he even had time to see Yatum's face, the young king who was holding him suddenly let go, turned and walked towards the altar above.

You Yu stood there in a daze, he was stunned for a while, and after he realized it, he followed in a daze.

The young pharaoh searched the small altar for a while, then reached out and pressed a small stone hidden under the carved stone slab.

Click, with an extremely slight sound, a stone slab on the altar was opened, and a stone path leading down was exposed in front of the two of them.Yatum walked in first, and Yuyu was about to follow, when he suddenly remembered something, turned around and pulled out his sharp sword stuck in the stone wall, and then re-entered the secret passage.

It was very dark in the secret passage, and only the silhouettes of people could be barely seen.He went in and walked a few steps and felt a little uncomfortable, but because he still remembered the lesson from the beginning, he resisted and did not dare to support the walls on both sides, but only slowed down his pace.

Suddenly a hand was stretched out in front of him, Yu You was taken aback, hesitated for a while, and finally reached out and held the opponent's hand.

Yatum moved forward steadily, and the beige hand clenched tightly, clasping his hand firmly.

In the darkness, he could hear the slight breathing of the person in front of him, and he could feel the heat of the skin he touched coming from his hands.

You You opened his eyes and looked ahead. Although he could only see the faint outline of the person in front, the corners of his eyes suddenly trembled for no reason.

From before to now, this person has always been like this.

He has been walking in front of him, so that he can only look at his back.

The young brother Wang pursed his lips. He walked a few steps quickly, and when he reached the side of the young king, he slowed down slightly, and walked down together at the same pace as the people around him.

His actions caused the young king's footsteps to pause slightly, and he continued to walk down as if nothing had happened.

There is a faint light coming out of the front, and the appearance of the exit can be vaguely seen.The footsteps of the two quickened at the same time, both wanting to get out of the secret passage as soon as possible.

The exit was narrow, and Atum let go of his hand, and walked out sideways first.

He looked around and saw that this was a palace that looked almost identical to the main hall above. There were two thick stone pillars in all directions, and the torches hanging on the stone pillars illuminated the place extremely brightly.

Yatum glanced casually, but didn't see anyone else, so he turned his eyes back and landed on Wangdi who came out behind him.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly his face changed, and he stepped forward abruptly and dragged his brother into his arms.

A sharp arrow that should have passed through Brother Wang's head grazed his left arm, tearing a bloodstain.

Before he had time to catch his breath, he grabbed his younger brother and ran forward. Countless sharp arrows shot over, and the sharp arrows shining with blue light pierced the stone floor where the two of them were standing just now.

The rustling sound reverberated throughout the hall, and the rain of arrows seemed to be chasing after them. It was often they left with a step forward, and the bluestone slab behind their feet would immediately insert Full of sharp arrows.

The young king dragged his younger brother and ran forward quickly, and finally dodged and hid in a blind corner of the side hall before Jian Yu caught up with them.Countless sharp arrows flew past them, and it lasted for a long time before the hall finally fell silent.

The young king who was hiding in the corner of the side hall was gasping for breath. The violent exercise and the thrilling situation just now made his breathing a little unsteady.

"Did you get hurt?"

He took a few breaths, let go of the hand holding Brother Wang, lowered his head while panting and asked.

But his younger brother didn't answer him, but suddenly grabbed his left wrist and lifted it up, lowered his head and approached the wound on his left forearm.

Snapped--

The young king pressed his right hand on his younger brother's forehead all at once, and pushed his head back violently, preventing him from approaching him.

He looked down at the place on his left arm that was scratched by the arrow. The wound was jet black, and the blood that flowed out was also black. It was obvious that the arrow tip that was shining blue was poisoned.

He lowered his head, put his lips around the wound, sucked out the poisonous blood, and spat it out again.

He repeated this several times, until the black wound turned blue and the blood that flowed out turned red, and he only felt a little numbness in his mouth.Yatum took out a few small white pills that he carried with him, opened his mouth and swallowed them.

After finishing all this, he looked down and saw the light purple eyes of his king brother looking at him worriedly, Atum's face warmed up, and he stretched out his hands to rub the soft hair.

"fine."

he said, in an understatement.

"You have no resistance to poison, so don't mess around."

The Young King himself has somewhat of an anti-drug physique, and he also carries pills that can suppress other poisons.So he felt that it was okay for him to be poisoned, but if Brother Wang was poisoned, it would be a real trouble.

After all, the pill that was an antidote to him was extremely poisonous to Wang Di.

And until now, he didn't feel any abnormality in his body. It seemed that the poison wouldn't do him any harm.

After confirming that his physical condition was fine, the young Pharaoh turned around and walked forward. His younger brother followed behind him, looking at his back without blinking, still with a worried look on his face.

Atum thought as he walked.

The arrows that were released suddenly just now didn't seem to be because they stepped on any mechanism, but because someone was manipulating the mechanism elsewhere.Obviously, the two people who escaped just now came here first, staring at them in the dark, ready to move.

Boom!

The sudden roar in the empty hall startled the young king, and his body reflexively wanted to step back.

He took a step back, and suddenly there was nothing under his feet.

He reflexively stretched out his hand to grab something, but there was nothing in all directions, and he couldn't find any point of support. He saw that the whole person was about to fall straight down with countless broken stones——

A hand reached out from the air and grabbed his right hand.

The boy king's body, which was falling rapidly, stagnated suddenly in the air. The huge inertia made the person holding his hand unable to support him. After sliding down a little while his body hanging in mid-air, his arms tensed, Almost with all his strength, he was able to stay still.

Under a protruding and suspended stone slab, his right hand was held tightly by someone, his whole body was shaking slightly in mid-air, and the broken stones fell into the huge and deep black hole under him one after another.

The young pharaoh hung high in the air, and under his feet, thorns that were as tall as half a man, shining with bronze luster, densely covered the entire bottom of the pit.

One look down and it's chilling.

The young king raised his head, and a complicated look flashed across that handsome face.

The person who firmly grabbed his hand at the critical moment was walking behind him before he could get into the range of the trap.

He grabbed his hand, and his immature face was flushed with all his strength at the moment.

Although his body was in danger of falling in mid-air, Atum's expression was still calm at the moment. He looked at his situation and stretched out his left hand to grab a protruding stone wall not far above.

……

The crimson pupils shrank suddenly.

His left arm... has no feeling!