Pharaoh

Under the huge stone gate, the old man gasped heavily.

His withered face was slightly twisted because of the pain, his veins were stretched out, and he was dripping with cold sweat.The golden eyes embedded in the eyes flickered with a strange light, illuminating the black and red blood stains that remained on half of his face, so the old man's distorted face in the darkness looked even more strange and terrifying.

Looking in front of those teenagers who fell to the ground and passed out because of the impact of the golden eyes, the old man's only one eye showed a look of satisfaction.

He took a few steps forward, staggered, and his weak body, which had exhausted all its energy, almost fell over.

He took a few more breaths, and staggered forward while holding on to the stone wall of the promenade.

Stopping and walking, exhausting the last bit of strength in his body, the old man finally staggered to the front of the teenagers who had fallen into the illusion.

He stared at the young prince lying motionless on the rocky ground with his only remaining one eye, with crazy hatred on his face.

Especially when looking at the golden life talisman imprint on Wang Di's chest, his expression was almost hysterical.

The old man slowly fumbled for a dagger from his arms.

His wrinkled and withered hands didn't know whether it was because of excitement or weakness, but he shook violently when he pulled out the scabbard.

He wants to dig out the heart of his younger brother to pay homage to his beloved grandson.

Thinking of being able to use the heart of a noble descendant of the royal family—and a younger brother who has regained his life under the glory of God to sacrifice his grandson, a man of humble origin, a strange pleasure filled the depths of his body.

That kind of pleasure seemed to be transmitted from the blood circulating in his limbs to his surging chest, making his hands tremble more and more because of the excitement.

But the hand trembled, and the sword still stabbed fiercely——

Above the imprint of the golden Talisman of Life, the tip of the sword gleaming with cold light hovered a little bit.

A powerful hand that suddenly protruded from the side firmly grasped the old man's thin and dry wrist, no matter how hard the old man struggled, he could not break free.

Arden, who was lying face down and sideways on the ground just now, sat up now, his hands firmly strangled the old man's wrist like iron clamps.

Although there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, there was a cold light that was not inferior to the sharp sword in the old man's hand deep in the dark pupils staring at the old man.

The old man looked at him in astonishment, his only remaining one eye was wide open, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly due to spasm.

But before he had time to digest the situation in front of him, the next second, the old man's face twisted again due to the pain.

Because the strong and powerful hand holding his withered wrist was tightening, slowly, but without leaving any gaps, he could almost hear the creaking sound of the fragile bones because of the overwhelm.

The severe pain made his hand open involuntarily, and the short sword he was holding fell off.

A white hand reached out to catch the dagger that had fallen.

With a turn of the blade, a beautiful arc was drawn in the air, and the old man's throat was cut neatly.

Hot blood spurted out from the old man's thin throat, splashing a few drops on Adun's cheek.

The blond boy frowned, the smile on his lips disappeared, and there was an undisguised disgust on his face.He stood up and kicked the breathless old corpse flying out.

The old man's body hit the stone wall with a bang, slid down softly, and lay limp on the ground without a sound.

His empty eyes looked at the stone roof of the promenade that covered the sky, they were wide open, and he could vaguely see a dazed but unwilling look deep in his eyes.

Yaden glanced at the old man's body in disgust, snorted coldly, and turned his head.

He threw the blood-stained sharp dagger upwards, caught it again, and his eyes fell on the young Pharaoh lying on the ground not far away, and gradually turned cold.

The curve of the graceful lips looked like a smile but not a smile. Yaden turned the dagger in his hand in a circle and watched the boy king with extremely dark pupils, making it hard to see the shining brilliance in his eyes.

Then, his steps moved forward.

"Meow!"

With a sharp cry, Emma, ​​the little black cat, suddenly ran up to the boy king, arched her small body, and stared at Adun with her big round golden eyes, revealing a sharp look that was completely contrary to her cute appearance when she first met her. hostile gaze.

Sharp claws had protruded from the small black meat pad that was originally round and fleshy.

Arden glanced at it.

Emma seemed to be frightened, she took a step back a little timidly, and wanted to move forward a little unwillingly.

It meowed twice, and seemed to remember something again. It suddenly jumped forward and jumped to Wang Di's side. Then it used its furry head to support Wang Di's hand, and bit Wang Di anxiously. Brother Wang tugged hard on his clothes, apparently wanting to drag Brother Wang away from this guy who thought he was a good guy but turned out to be a bad guy.

But it is light and weak, it bites the clothes and pulls hard a few times, but it does not move Wang Di's body, but it tore Wang Di's clothes again, and immediately meowed and meowed in a hurry It spins around, and from time to time, it stares vigilantly at the villain in its eyes.

Aden grinned.

He bent his knees and knelt down, stretched out his index finger with a smile, and flicked the little cat hard on the forehead, and immediately rolled the little cat backwards several times.

The little black cat that was ejected scratched its forehead with its small paws, curled up, and grunted a few times.But when he saw Adun stretching out his hand to his little master, he quickly got up from the ground again, and yelled at Adun like a threat.

It's a pity that its enemies don't bother to talk to it anymore.

After being made such a fuss by the little black cat, Yaden didn't bother to look at Yatum again.

Putting the short sword in his waist casually, the half-kneeling Yaden bent down slightly, and he reached out to lift up the upper body of You Yu, who was still in a coma, and hugged him into his arms.

Looking at the immature face of a young boy who seemed to be sleeping in his arms, the expression on Arden's face softened a lot.

He stretched out his hand, and wiped away a little blood that accidentally splashed on Yu Youyou's white porcelain cheeks with his fingertips, and subconsciously combed the messy golden forehead hair with his fingers.

The hair that slipped into his fingers felt soft and warm to the touch, and the sharpening of the hair brought a little itchiness to his fingertips.

"Persist a little longer."

He said in a low voice, the eyes watching the game were warm and soft, and there was a trace of worry.

"Wait for me, it will be fine soon."

Yaden picked up the game, put it down gently against the wall, then stood up, turned around and walked towards the old man's body.

Although I don't want to touch the body of this humble traitor, but if I don't get Golden Eye, I can't control Golden Eye to make it release the illusion.

He walked up to the old man's corpse, bent down, and stretched out his hand to the old man's wide-eyed face.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand halfway, Yaden stopped as if he had noticed something. He stared at the old man's gray and silent face with suspicion in his eyes.

Then, he stood up and took two steps back vigilantly.

As soon as he retreated, the old man suddenly moved.

No, to be precise, it should be that the old man's golden eyes embedded in the eye sockets shook slightly.

A thick black mist tinged with blood emerged from the bleeding eye sockets, turning into a dark shadow, which could be vaguely distinguished as the figure of the old man, but the phantom black shadow was too deep to make it clear.

【Why, you didn't...】

The phantom of obsession and resentment can't speak, but the idea is passed over, hitting the depths of the person's brain, and seeping a bit of eerie chill.

This uncomfortable feeling made Yaden frowned again, with an unhappy look on his face.

"You have forgotten that I am the real owner of Golden Eye."

In order to end this uncomfortable conversation as soon as possible, he readily answered the old man's questions.

The expression on his face seemed to be indifferent, but there was a cold and sharp brilliance hidden deep in the dark pupils, like a beast waiting for an opportunity, patiently lurking and waiting for the opening of a difficult prey.

Unexpectedly, the obsession left by this old guy when he died was so great that he could turn into a wraith with the dark power of Golden Eyes.

He miscalculated.

"Also, you have forgotten that the power of Golden Eye to control the illusion is only through human memory."

He said calmly, stalling for time to continue looking for the old man's wraith.

"Three years ago, I lost my memory because of your conspiracy. The power of Golden Eye has no effect on me who only has nearly three years of memory."

As if seeing through Arden's actions, the black shadow swaying above Golden Eye laughed miserably—although it was just the black shadow that couldn't see the face clearly, but for some reason, he could feel the shadow's sinister smile.

Yaden saw the black figure stretching out his hand to push down a stone on the stone wall, and he was startled. The sense of crisis made him subconsciously want to retreat, but as soon as he lifted his foot, the stone slab under his feet was broken into pieces. Cracked.

The moment his body stumbled and fell, he quickly grabbed the edge of the crack in the ground, swung his body in the air, and wanted to jump to the ground with all his strength.

The black shadow spread over like poisonous gas, passing by his hand holding the edge of the ground.

He just felt numb in his hand, as if that hand didn't exist anymore.

The unconscious hands could no longer hold the ground, and Arden's raised head only had time to look worriedly at Yu You, who was leaning against the corner and sleeping soundly.

As soon as his hand softened, his whole body fell into the darkness that could not see the bottom.

The golden eyes shone with a strange brilliance, one light and one dark, the black shadow moved slightly, as if absorbed by the golden eyes, the whole thing was thrown into the golden eyes embedded in the old man's eye sockets.

Then, it moved, rolled out of the old man's eye sockets, fell to the ground and continued to roll by inertia, until it hit the old man's hand and didn't stop.

It lay quietly on the ground, stopped emitting light, and could no longer see anything unusual.

On the opposite side, the golden building block on the boy king's chest, who was lying on his side on the ground, flickered, and immediately calmed down.

The Pharaoh of Egypt opened his eyes, and the beautiful pupils like ruby ​​​​liquid revealed a bright color.He sat up and looked around, his eyes flicked over the dead old man and the golden eyes next to his withered hands, and finally stopped on Wang Di who was leaning against the corner of the wall, then quickly stood up and walked over.

He knelt down halfway, his crimson pupils staring unblinkingly at the game that seemed to be breathing smoothly and lightly in a deep sleep.

A light brown hand stretched out and caressed his prince's soft cheek.

Seeing that his younger brother showed no signs of waking up, the young king frowned, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes staring at his younger brother, so the hand stroking his porcelain-colored cheek involuntarily became heavier. strength.

Probably because he felt a slight pain on his cheek, the closed-eyed Yugi wrinkled his nose, and raised his hand unhappily, trying to open the bug that stung his cheek.

Yatum subconsciously grabbed the hand that Yuyu swung over unconsciously, and his brows that were slightly frowned just now eased, because he had already seen the hue of violet coming out of his brother's opened eyes.

Big violet eyes opened and stared at him.

Close and rub it.

Opened it again, stared at him, and blinked twice.

There was a bright smile on that immature and lovely face that seemed a little confused after waking up from sleep. The light purple eyes were extremely bright as if all the gloom had been washed away. The slender arms hugged the young king's neck tightly.

He let out a breath of relief, and the face pressed against Atum's shoulder was full of undisguised joy in escaping from the predicament.

However, as the momentary sense of joy and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, followed by the fatigue of being trapped in the dark for a long time, the fear of never getting out, and the deep feeling of saying no. A sense of loss...

All the negative emotions erupted at this moment, making him subconsciously hug his brother Wang tightly and refused to let go.

But it's not okay to act cowardly under such a tense situation, and you can't cause trouble to Brother Wang.

Brother Wang, who soon realized the situation he was in, hesitated for a moment, swallowed his throat, let go of his hand, and stepped back.

Those crimson pupils stared at him with displeasure. He originally thought that Atum was unhappy because of his cowardly behavior, but Atum hugged him and seemed to have no intention of letting go.

He blinked in confusion, his light brown right hand caressed his left cheek, and then, his fingertips penetrated into the hair behind his ear.

The young pharaoh bowed his head, his warm lips pressed his soft hair to his forehead, and the warmth of his breath seeped in through his skin.

Hey hey hey——

Isn't it okay to be so leisurely in such an emergency?

Besides, with Arden in--

The blushing young brother Wang pushed his brother away with all his strength, completely ignoring the displeasure in the young king's eyes.

His eyes flicked around, and he paused slightly when he glanced at the old man's body. When he found that there was no trace of Yaden, Yu Yu showed a worried look on his face.

His eyes fixed on the familiar long sword on the ground, and then fell on the crack in the ground, his eyes trembled slightly.

Is it...

"Brother Wang, have you seen Yaden?"

He anxiously asked the boy king who woke up before him.

Displeasure flashed across the crimson pupils, and the young Pharaoh stood up, patting the ashes off his body.

He said, "Dead."

"what?!"

You You suddenly stood up, his eyes widened because of his astonishment, and he seemed a little overwhelmed.

"Impossible, Arden wouldn't—"

"Why not?"

"Impossible is impossible!"

Because of his panic and anxiety, he didn't notice the sharp light flashing past Yan Hong's pupils at all, Yu Yu subconsciously refuted loudly.

Although he didn't know why, he subconsciously had confidence in Yaden, and he always felt that Yaden should be the kind of person who was so strong that no one could hurt him, let alone an accident in such a place.

Thinking of this, the game suddenly calmed down.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong. He looked at Atum suspiciously, but Atum turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

"Brother Wang, did you see what happened to Yaden with your own eyes?"

The young pharaoh turned his head to ignore him and did not answer.

"Brother Wang!"

"Guess."

"..."

On some high cliff some distance from the protective mask of Ahmose's necropolis magic, someone stood in the wind.

When the wind passed by, the disheveled hair on his cheeks flew up, revealing the long scars under the corners of his eyes, making him look even more rebellious.

He stood under the warm sunshine, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his lips.

"That old guy is really useless."

He sneered, "Looks like I have to help him."

A key-shaped gold pendant hanging on his chest suddenly flashed a dazzling golden light.