Pharaoh

Keng——

The force of the heavy impact on the blade was transmitted along the body of the sword to his hand clenched on the hilt. The strong force shook the arm holding the sword, and a burst of tearing pain came from his right arm. The shoulders spread to the depths of the internal organs.

If it wasn't for that hand holding the sword tightly and resisting the opponent's attack again, he almost thought that his right arm had been severed from his body.

However, this burst of pain was not too strong, and accompanied by the unique crisp sound of metal impact, another strong force struck.

He staggered back a few steps, and the sword in his hand almost fell out.

The fingers holding the sword were already trembling slightly, and even mixed with blood and sweat, it was extremely bright under the starlight of the dark night. The golden hair was sticking to his cheeks with a little dampness, and the bright red traces on the corners of his lips were on his face. The white complexion looked extremely dazzling.

At the same time, the starlight from the sky also fell on the headdress of the pure gold Eye of Horus on the forehead of the young pharaoh standing opposite him, refracting golden light and illuminating the light brown face of the young king.

His stern face and straight posture made him even more desolate in comparison.

The young pharaoh stood in front of him, with a tall and straight figure, with the tip of his sword slightly lowered pointing to the ground, in a condescending posture.

The pair of crimson pupils staring at him reflected the cold starlight as if they could shine sharply, and they glanced over his right shoulder.

The barely bandaged wound was torn again due to the violent fight just now, soaking the cloth into a bright red color, and there was a vague tendency to spread outward.

Apparently the young Pharaoh had noticed that he was seriously injured.

However, the pharaoh didn't seem to let him go because of this, and the stormy offensive hit him more and more mercilessly.

He wasn't dissatisfied in the slightest.

The last time was a life for a life.

What's more, they also made an agreement to fight side by side at the beginning.

So in the end Pharaoh would naturally keep his word and let him go.

But this time is different.

Here he and the Pharaoh met as enemies, nothing more.

If Pharaoh showed mercy to him because he was injured, or let him go on the grounds that he wanted to fight him fairly... that was what really made him laugh.

Just for the sake of his own face and hypocritical persistence, he presumptuously released him, the source of the turmoil in Egypt... that kind of person has no qualifications to be a king at all!

Before Egypt, all personal feelings are of no importance at all.

The young pharaoh has clearly done just that.

Perhaps it was because of the vitality lost with the blood in his body, or maybe it was because the sweat on his forehead flowed into his eyes, he began to feel that his vision was a little blurry, and even his heels were shaking a bit unsteadily. .

The light in front of his eyes dimmed, as if he was about to fall into darkness.

Suddenly a light flashed from the darkness, like a lightning strike——

The eyes that were about to close suddenly opened, there was no time to think about it, and the body that had experienced many battles had already reacted reflexively.

There was a crisp sound of sword clashing.

The point of the sword that pierced his throat at a tricky angle like lightning hit the blade standing in front of him hard.

The blade that shone with the unique luster of metal trembled, but finally blocked the fierce blow tenaciously.

But the strong force transmitted from it penetrated directly into its owner's body.

The blond boy's body, which was already at the end of its strength, couldn't hold on any longer. He was hit by the impact and took a step back, falling to the ground.

However, it was too late to catch my breath.

That sharp flash of light was approaching menacingly again.

This time from top to bottom——

Keng!

The sword that was raised in time once again blocked the sharp sword that was slashing straight at him.

The sharp sword is approaching, under heavy pressure.

His hands holding the hilt of the sword trembled violently, and the face with a complexion that was almost the opposite of that of the pharaoh was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

The deadly sharp blade pressed down on him little by little, and he could almost feel the hair on his forehead touched by the blade.

He suffocated his breath and resisted, his convulsive hands trembled more and more, and the roots of his clenched teeth almost ooze blood.

A strange heat started from his face and spread down gradually.

A very shallow shimmer that can only be seen in the dark started from his head and slowly faded down.

The Pharaoh, who was suppressing him from above, stared at the twilight fading away from him, and then snorted softly.

"I see...you used magic to change your appearance to sneak into the capital."

He gritted his teeth, not having the strength to answer.

His nearly exhausted body could no longer maintain the magic that changed his face, and the magic power disappeared from his body little by little.

At the same time, his strange and ordinary face disappeared, replaced by his original handsome face.

The hand that was suppressed so tightly loosened suddenly, it was because the strong force pressing him suddenly disappeared.

Before he had time to react, at the same time as the crisp sound of the sword blades clashing, the sword in his hand came out, leaped high, spun in the air and stuck obliquely on the ground.

He was startled, and his next reaction was to get up and get out.

However, the young pharaoh who suddenly slashed the sword in his hand and flew away stepped heavily on his chest, restraining his next move.

The last breath held in his chest was exhaled all at once, accompanied by the sharp pain in his right shoulder caused by the fierce kick.

Cold sweat was dripping down his forehead, and he could only pant heavily with his lips parted.

But the more you gasp, the more shortness of breath you will find it difficult to control yourself.

The chest that had been held in for too long seemed to be burning with flames, as if it had swelled to the limit, and would explode in the next second, completely out of his control.

The last bit of strength disappeared from his body, and his hands and feet were completely useless, so numb that he could hardly feel the existence of his limbs.

The pharaoh who stepped on him looked down at him condescendingly, holding the long sword with both hands and raising it high.

The cold sword pointed at his heart.

He opened his mouth and gasped for breath, only feeling that his whole brain seemed to be dazed by the instant heat, and even the sharp pain on his shoulder gradually became numb.

The Pharaoh in his line of sight shook unsteadily, split into two, and split into four, making him unable to see clearly.

The only thing that can be seen clearly is the sharp stabbing mark of the shining sword point——

Clang!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, so the stabbing point of the sword and the blade that suddenly stretched out to intercept it slowed down to the extreme in his eyes.

Everything bright in the field of vision seems to fade in slow motion.

In his gradually dimming gaze, everything around him slowly turned into gray and white tones.

One last look before falling into total darkness.

What I saw was the bright violet hue that broke into a gray and white world suddenly and was so bright that it could dye all colors.

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The point of the sword that shone with icy brilliance stabbed straight at the man stepped on by the young pharaoh.

A long sword abruptly burst in from the oblique ground, slipped dangerously past the tip of the sword and pierced into the ground, skillfully blocked the heavy blow with the support of the oblique insertion into the ground.

Although the slanted blade intercepted the stabbing point, it trembled several times unsteadily.

A crack protruded from the slightly inferior blade immediately.

The cold starlight refracted by that crack pierced into the bright red pupils that suddenly widened.

The young pharaoh's handsome face, which was originally expressionless, showed a trace of astonishment for an instant, and he turned his head to look at his brother.

But his younger brother didn't meet his eyes.

He looked at Wangdi, but his Wangdi eagerly turned his head to look at the man lying on the ground.

The young Pharaoh was stunned, and suddenly a cluster of scorching bright red flames ignited from the depths of his crimson pupils.

With his left hand, he pushed the younger brother on the left side in front of him staggeringly and took a step back. With his right hand, he held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and the sharp sword once again slashed straight at the unconscious young man on the ground——

Keng!

Another heavy blow caused the cracks on the oncoming blade to extend longer and deeper.

The young prince, who clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, strode forward at the moment when the long sword in Yatum's hand was about to strike, and caught the sword abruptly.

He clenched his teeth and tried his best to hold the opponent with the sword that was almost broken.

The crack on the blade expanded again and spread rapidly.

If the stalemate continued like this, and the long sword couldn't hold on and broke, the half-sharp broken sword would suddenly shoot out in the direction of Wangdi under inertia.

The crimson pupil glanced at the ever-expanding crack on the blade, and a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.

The young brother Wang felt that the hand trembling under the unimaginable weight was suddenly lightened, and the shadow that fell on his face receded.

He looked up and saw Atum had taken a step back.

The pair of bright pupils that were sharper than a sword and filled with scorching anger stared at him without blinking.

You Xi pursed his lips, and he stood in place, with a complicated look on his immature face, the anger that swept over him like a raging wave did not make him flinch.

He hesitated for a moment, and opened his lips as if he wanted to say something, but the bewildered and bewildered eyes staring at him hidden in the depths of the pharaoh's anger made him unable to make a sound for some reason.

The sword in his hand facing the direction of Atum suddenly became extremely heavy, and he could no longer lift it up, hanging down obliquely.

The unusually obvious heaviness made him even feel a little difficult to breathe.

"Pharaoh!"

"Brother Wang—"

The stalemate between the young king brother and the pharaoh was long enough for everyone who was caught off guard just now to react and rush here.

But they were frightened by the undisguised anger of the young Pharaoh. Although they rushed over, they didn't dare to get close. They just stood at a distance, their eyes wandering back and forth between the younger brother and the Pharaoh.

The young king of Egypt didn't pay attention to his group of servants. He stared at his younger brother with sharp eyes for a while, and then suddenly threw the long sword in his hand.

He stepped forward abruptly, and before his younger brother could react, he grabbed his right wrist with his right hand.

The severe pain that seemed to be strangling the wrist bone in an instant made Yu Yu's hand subconsciously let go, and the long sword with a big crack fell out of his hand and fell to the ground with a snap.

"Brother Wang..."

Before Yu Yu could say a word, a sudden force pulled him forward.

He crashed headfirst into Atum's arms.

Strong arms hugged him tightly, making his body tightly cling to the opponent's body without any gaps.

The huge strength that hugged him seemed to indicate the pharaoh's anger, and his body was strangled with excruciating pain.

"Mahart!"

Holding his younger brother tightly in his arms, the young Pharaoh's eyes fell on the face of his great priest.

Then, that gaze fell on the long sword he had thrown at his feet just now.

Mahat understood, stepped forward and half-kneeled, and picked up the sword under the Pharaoh's feet.

"Kill him."

With a raised chin, the young Pharaoh's order to his great priest was neat and tidy.

Mahart nodded, got up without hesitation and walked towards the boy who also had royal blood.

The man was lying on the ground, still in a coma, as long as the sword fell, everything could be ended.

"Stop it! Mahat!"

The young Wang Di struggled and stretched out his hand to the back of Mahat who was walking away from him.

The hands stretched out with all their strength kept moving forward in the air, desperately trying to grab something.

But the Pharaoh, whose face became more and more gloomy, hugged him tightly, and the light brown fingers holding his shoulders had already been deeply cut into his shoulders.

Ren Youyu struggled endlessly in his arms, but Yatum said nothing, but his face became more and more terribly cold.

The great priest raised high the long sword that originally belonged to the pharaoh in his hand.

The starlight danced on the sharp tip of the sword, drawing a cold arc.

It once again aimed at the direction of the person's heart and stabbed fiercely——

"Mahart!"

A sharp cry that almost rips the air.

The sword edge whistling in the air stopped for a moment and stopped halfway.

Priest Mahat froze in place.

He looked at Brother Wang in astonishment, with an expression of disbelief, and a completely uncontrollable anger welling up from the bottom of his heart.

The young Wangdi stared at him without blinking.

Those violet pupils showed a crazy look that almost risked everything.

"Don't touch him, Mahatt."

He said, clenching his teeth, every word.

A dagger gleaming with cold light was tightly held by the young Wang Di in his hand.

The sharp point of the dagger was aimed at the throat of the young pharaoh.