Pharaoh

"Diabondo... Remember, your full name is Diabondo Bakula."

The man with a vicissitudes of life caressed the gray hair of the child in front of him, and a rare gentleness appeared on the face that was more rough because of the dark skin.

"Keep this name firmly in your heart, but you must never say it, not even your mother."

He exhorted so.

The child nodded obediently, but looked at his father with confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand the meaning of what his father told him.

"That is a surname that only priestly families with ancient inheritance are eligible to have..."

Rough big hands stroked the child's head, and the man's face showed a complex expression of nostalgia, yearning and unwillingness.

They brewed into strange hues in the depths of the man's eyes, and finally turned into gazes of hope and landed on the child's face.

"Diabondo Bakula, remember, you are the only descendant of an ancient and honorable priest family."

"Our ancestors once served the great King Ahmose, followed the king to fight in the north and south, gained the king's trust and were named one of the six great priests, and were given a golden artifact."

Speaking of this, the man's eyes that were slightly cloudy due to years of fatigue exuded a scorching gaze that was different from ordinary people.

"Our family used to be the most favored by the king and the most glorious family in Egypt!"

The child looked at his father with wide dark brown pupils, half understanding.

But he listened very carefully, the man's whole body overflowed with a sense of heaviness and solemnity that made him almost out of breath.

He just knew that his father was explaining a very important thing to him.

Even if he doesn't understand well, he must write it down.

"However, in the ensuing battle for the throne, our family was implicated, which eventually led to the tragedy of extermination... Only the youngest son of our ancestors managed to escape at the last moment, hiding his name in the mountains and forests, leaving our family behind. pulse."

The man's voice lowered slightly, and his eyes looked in the direction of the capital.

There, there is the glory of his ancestors.

There is the place they have longed for for more than 300 years.

"Diabondo, I didn't say these words to ask you to avenge you. Winners and losers, our family chose the wrong followers at the beginning, so we have to bear the consequences."

The man said that there was pain and resentment on his face, but there was no hatred on his face.

"It is only natural for the new king to ascend the throne and eliminate dissidents."

"The struggle for the throne is the most dangerous, but losing one step is the disaster of annihilation. It is precisely because of this that the ancestors sent their second son out of the king's capital early. Once they fail to seize the throne, they can leave the last of my Bakula family. blood."

"At the beginning, our ancestors served King Ahmose because they were born with the special power to breed powerful monsters with their souls, so they were favored by the king."

"This is the power that only the direct blood of our family has. Our ancestors always believed that even if the family is destroyed for a short time, as long as we still have such power, we will sooner or later be able to gain the attention of the next generation of pharaohs with this power. King's Capital, restore the glory of the family."

A look of shame and pain appeared on the man's face.

"It's just that although our grandfather escaped successfully, he had to marry a lowly commoner's woman to cover up his identity, which resulted in impure bloodlines. As a result, generations of people with low qualifications... If this continues, our direct bloodlines It is also getting thinner and thinner, I am afraid that the painstaking efforts of the ancestors will..."

The man took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

Stretching out his hand, he tightly grasped his child's shoulder, and he looked into the child's eyes with heat and hope.

The heavy trust that weighed heavily on him and the hearts of the ancestors that they could hardly breathe, for more than 300 years, with the increasingly thin blood and the power of the soul that has almost completely lost, they have almost despaired .

When all the old people of their family died, they didn't show a peaceful look on their faces, but deep pain.Because they have no face to go to the underworld to meet their ancestors.

But at the moment when they were about to be completely desperate, the birth of Diabondo gave them their last hope.

"I don't know why, but Diabondo, you are born with powerful soul power."

This child is the only hope for the revival of their clan.

"Diabando Bakula, you must become a great priest, and return to the royal capital with our family's name, and return to the Pharaoh's side!"

"You want us to hold our heads high and tell everyone that we are members of the Bakula family!"

The man stared at the child without blinking his eyes, clenched his hands almost with all his strength.

He said, word by word, as if he wanted to imprint this sentence deeply in the soul of the child.

"Dia, you can definitely get the golden artifact and become the great priest of Egypt!"

The child stared at the man with wide-eyed eyes, and his father's fingers gripped his shoulders and strangled him deeply, causing him severe pain.

But he didn't cry out for pain, he didn't understand well, he just nodded fiercely to let himself deeply remember the words he didn't understand.

Because he saw his father's face at this moment, it was a pained look that was twisted to the limit because of exhausting all his strength and looked like he was about to cry.

He doesn't understand.

He just subconsciously felt that it must be something more important than life that made his father, who was upright in his mind, show such an expression.

He will definitely do it for his father.

This is what his father said to Diabondo when he was only three or four years old.

And then, year after year, over and over again.

His childhood almost grew up in the retelling of similar words again and again.

And the continuous growth of his innate and special soul power also made his father and a very small number of elders in the clan look at him with a look of relief in their eyes.

"When Dia is eight years old, take him to the temple in the city."

The old people said this to Dia's father.

Such a powerful natural strength will definitely be favored by the priests. As long as you perform well, you can be selected as a priest in the palace through layers of selection, and then——

"Dia, you can definitely get the golden artifact and become a great priest."

At that time his father smiled happily and patted his head, "Come here, come and see this."

Every time his father said this, he would pull him to squat on the ground and draw the shapes of seven golden artifacts for him to see.

The man looked at them hotter than anything else.

He stared at them closely every time, even if it was just a graphic, it seemed that there was a special power that made him unable to look away.

"At the beginning, your grandfather gave this drawing to your grandpa, and then your grandpa often drew it to me, and now I draw it to you...Dia, when your son and grandson are born in the future, you must draw the real Show them your golden artifact." The man pointed at the picture on the ground while talking to him, "You can do it!"

He looked up at his father, then nodded heavily, clenched his fists, and puffed up his chubby little face in a firm gesture.

His father looked at his son's seemingly resolute yet ridiculous and cute expression on his childish face, he couldn't help grinning, and reached out to ruffle his son's gray hair.

In the end, the resolute struggle that provoked the son couldn't hold back and kicked his father in anger.

The figures of the seven golden artifacts lying on the mud quietly watched the father and son playing in front of them.

At that time, no one knew.

What fate will the golden artifact they want to get bring them.

That day was a month before Diabondo's eighth birthday.

A month later, he will be sent to the big city, and as long as he passes the test, he can become a trainee priest, and then fight to become the great priest of the Pharaoh and restore the family name.

However, on this day, he saw the golden artifact that he had dreamed about countless times.

Under the fiery red sunset, the blood stains on the man lying in a pool of blood became more glaring.

The pure golden key-shaped utensil held in the right hand of the man who was lying sideways on the ground almost breathless, shone with the purest golden dazzling brilliance under the blood-red sunlight.

It lay there quietly, half inserted in the soil, but it still had a noble and sacred beauty that was inconceivably beautiful.

It seems to have a power to seduce people's souls, so that those who look at it can't look away until they almost forget to breathe.

Among the overwhelming rays of the sunset with the atmosphere of the night, in the world, it seems to be the only one there.

He held his breath.

He held out his hand to it.

He could feel the stubbornness of the man clutching the golden key tightly with his last breath, but his desire still made him desperately snatch the golden key from the dying man.

He held it in his arms, and his heart was beating so violently that it almost burst into his chest.

This is a golden artifact!

This is what his father, the grandpas in his family, dreamed of getting from him!

He's got it now, so...

At that time, he was still young, too naive, so naive that he didn't understand many things.

At that time, he simply thought that as long as he got the golden artifact, he would not have to leave the town, leave his father and mother, and go to a strange place to face those strange priests.

He doesn't want to leave home.

But for a long time, the expectant eyes of his father and the old people prevented him from saying these words.

Holding the golden key, he excitedly ran back to the town, ran home, and carefully handed it to his father.

He smiled happily, looking at his father with wide, dark brown eyes, expecting his father's surprise.

He didn't wait for his father to touch his head to give him approval. What he saw was his father's appearance from surprise to bewilderment and then to panic. His father stammered and asked him about the origin of this golden key.

He vaguely realized that he had done something wrong, so he didn't dare to hide it, so he said it clearly. He saw his father staring blankly for a while, staring at the golden key in his hand, and finally revealed a decadent demeanor as if mourning.

Then, his father looked at him with horrific eyes that he had never seen before, gritted his teeth so that veins popped out on his forehead, as if he wanted to swallow him in one gulp, raised his hand high in the air for a long time, Shaking badly.

In the end, the hand didn't come down, but in his mind, his father, who had always been as tall as a mountain, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and his whole body had shrunk down.

He watched his father staggeringly out the door in bewilderment, gritted his teeth and told him to stay in the house obediently.

But as soon as the door was opened, the sound of galloping horseshoes that seemed to shake the whole earth made my father freeze on the spot.

He watched his father slam the door shut and turned to look at him, gasping for breath.

Father looked at him, the face that had always been gentle to him was as stiff as a dead man, with no trace of blood left.

The rough face was stunned for a while, and the muscles on the face finally moved slowly.

It seemed to be grinning at him reluctantly, but the distorted expression was more like pain.

The golden key was stuffed back into his hand, and his father grabbed his hand, nearly breaking the bones in his hand.

He was pushed and dragged by his father to the burning stove, and pushed into the basement hidden under the burning stove. Before he could react, there was a bang, and the wooden board above his head blocked him. The line of sight also cuts off the faint light of the setting sun.

What the soldiers who broke into the room saw was a man squatting on the ground and throwing firewood into the stove, as if he was planning to cook.

The man has the obvious characteristics of lowly civilians formed due to long-term labor. He has an honest appearance, which made the soldiers impatient to look at him after a glance. They just pointed at him with a spear and asked him if he had hidden a gold ornament. .

When the man frightenedly denied it, the soldier sent the spear forward fiercely with a fierce look in his eyes.

A sharp weapon penetrated the man's chest.

——Punish the sinner who stole the golden artifact, and all the residents of the town who harbored the sinner are guilty of the same crime. This is the order of the Pharaoh——

—the whole town is unforgivable—

At that time, the child was lying anxiously at the entrance of the basement.

He tried hard to push back the wooden board above his head that blocked his view and the light outside.

A click.

Something sharp pierced his eyes before he could react.

He could feel the sharp sting of the sharp object piercing his right cheek.

He could feel the strange cold feeling that soaked the bone marrow when his warm breath came into contact with the icy sharp weapon stained with blood.

He almost thought that the sharp thing had penetrated his skull.

He didn't dare to move.

Even if the sharp weapon was quickly withdrawn from his face, he still froze in place and did not dare to move.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he curled up into a ball.

He could hear cries for help, screams, and shouts from outside, which made him curl up even tighter, and his hands and feet were shaking violently due to the cold.

Can't cry, can't make a sound.

He tightly covered his mouth with his right hand, but big tears still flowed out of his eye sockets uncontrollably, and flowed to the hot and painful place on his right cheek, which hurt more and more.He felt the tingling place on his right cheek as if there was warm liquid flowing down his face, dripping on his hands, body, and the golden key he held tightly in his arms.

He couldn't see the color of the warm liquid clearly in the dark.

He curled up in the darkness like this until everything around him returned to silence again.

After a long, long time, Dia moved his stiff body, perhaps because he had been curled up for too long, and his limbs were throbbing when he moved.

He exhausted all his strength and finally pushed the wooden board above his head away, and walked out of the darkness...

If only he couldn't get out of that darkness for the rest of his life.

The moment he raised his head, a pale moonlight fell on half of his cheeks stained with a bright red hue, without any concealment, it just passed over the half of the scorched pillar that barely slanted on the ground.

With ruined buildings and broken tiles, the white moonlight in the night sky falls on the dark ruins of the earth, making this place that is dead and silent at the moment without any breath of living things even more eerie.

The air was filled with a choking smell of burning, mixed with the smell of blood.

He saw his father, lying face down on the ground, the lower half of his body was crushed under the collapsed house, and was scorched black.In that hand, he also held a firewood-shaped coke.

He saw his mother, who knew nothing about everything, lying sideways on the ground, with disheveled hair, her chest was cut open by a long sword, and the white bones were almost visible, and the blood had solidified into a black and red object.

He took a step back, hugging his shoulders and trembling all over.

Taking another step back, he suddenly let out a miserable howl, turned around and fled frantically as if he wanted to refuse to admit anything.

……

In this town that has become a cemetery, he wanders in it like a ghost, walking past the people who are still alive in the daytime, talking and working, shouting at him and laughing at him. The blood stained the ground an eerie dark brown.Some were pierced with spears, others were decapitated.

The distorted faces of the dead people were full of pain and astonishment, and they didn't even know why this small town, which had always been peaceful and quiet, suddenly brought death down.

He desperately turned over the heavy pillars and dug up the collapsed house, his hands were already dripping with blood.

He repeated this action mechanically as if he had lost his soul, even though what he dug up was just a corpse that was beyond recognition even he couldn't recognize it.

Apart from him, there was no trace of a living person here.

He walked to the center of the town square in a trance.

The pale moonlight poured down in the night sky, illuminating him whitely, but the golden key in his pocket refracted a pure golden soft light.

Something tripped him, and he fell heavily to the ground. The gravel grazed his right cheek, tearing open the blood-clotting wound on his right cheek again.

The golden key in the pocket fell out, made a crisp crashing sound, and rolled on the ground before stopping.

He got up in a daze and turned around.

It was a small male corpse that tripped him up. He picked him up. The four-year-old boy's throat had been cut in half, and his head was dangling, hanging limply on his chest.

He looked at the little boy who always liked to chase after him in a milky voice and called Brother Dia holding him to play with him. The pupils of his big eyes dilated to the limit impossible for a living person. Trembling, but could no longer make a sound.

Those clear pupils reflected half of his blood-stained face.

He watched helplessly as his face reflected in those pupils distorted little by little from a dazed look, as if the muscles on his face were wriggling little by little, turning into a hideous and terrifying look like a ghost in the blood.

He suddenly threw away the dead body of the little boy in his arms, and crawled forward two quick steps while kneeling like this, reaching out and grabbing the golden key that fell on the ground.

His hands gripped it tightly.

The point of the key pierced his wrist and bled, but he didn't notice it.

The soft pure golden light refracted by the golden key gradually infiltrated into a bright red hue as if it was dyed red by his blood, and then, the golden light that seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood-red floating light spread to his whole body little by little.

The pale moonlight fell on him, and he knelt on the ground, his body full of hostility, like a cluster of burning flames emanating from his body.

……

When Diabondo opened his eyes suddenly, the fiery red light of the sunset outside shone on his dark brown face.

Big cold sweat broke out on his forehead, the muscles on his face twisted like spasms, and the scar on his right cheek opened ferociously, making his face look extremely terrifying.

"Dia? Are you still awake?"

The door was pushed open suddenly, someone walked in and called his name, he couldn't remember who it was.

A fiery red sunset light shone in from outside and fell into his eyes.

His dark brown pupils shrank suddenly, as if his fear had reached its limit, and he seemed to see the same bright red and fiery sunset that day again.

There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and he curled his body into a ball on the bed, holding his head tightly, and moaned in pain.

"Dia?"

The boy rushed over and called his name anxiously, reaching out to put his hand on his shoulder.

When the hand with a warm breath that was different from the cold corpse in memory pressed his body, his body suddenly shook, and then he struggled violently.

Diabondo flung that hand away, his dark brown eyes widened wide, showing the ferocious expression of a beast trapped in a Jedi, and glared fiercely at You Yu, with a chilling aura that made people shudder.

"Go away!"

He roared loudly at Youyou, raised his elbow and hit Youyou's chest hard, knocking Youyou whole into the air, hitting the wall before falling down.

Diabondo clenched his clothes on his chest and staggered open the door.

He couldn't breathe, the scenes of that night were constantly revolving in his mind, the child's big pupils enlarged to the limit seemed to be right in front of his eyes, staring at him full of resentment.

"not me……"

He staggered two steps and fell to the ground on his knees.

He was panting heavily, but the air couldn't reach his chest no matter what, he couldn't even suck in any air.

"It's not my fault!"

Those soldiers killed you!

It was Pharaoh who killed you!

It wasn't me who killed you, it wasn't me!

"I will avenge you! I will avenge you! So—"

That's not my fault!

Diabondo knelt on the ground trembling with his body hugged, and vomited heartbreakingly, as if he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs.

His fingers pinched deeply into his arm, cutting one after another deep bleeding scars.

He still couldn't breathe, as if the people who resented him were preventing him from breathing, trying to drag him into their world.His face gradually turned a terrifying maroon color due to suffocation.

【Want revenge? 】

[As long as you are willing to be my..., we will be powerful enough to take revenge. 】【I will make you a powerful existence that everyone trembles in fear. 】……

"Dia!"

To shut up.

"Don't think about it... Dia! Don't think about anything!"

Noisy!

"Dia!"

If you quarrel again, I will kill you!

"Master of the game, please stay away from him!"

The black magician girl who appeared out of nowhere in mid-air worriedly approached, trying to pull away Diabondo, who was kneeling on the ground, away from Diabondo, but suddenly remembered that she had no entity to touch. Touched the game, so I had to keep walking around the game.

"Master, his mood is very unstable now, and he will hurt you if he is not careful! Please leave him immediately and call out your monster just in case."

The black magician who also suddenly appeared in midair also had a trace of anxiety on his face, trying to persuade Yugi to leave.

"He has been corroded by the darkness of his memory, once he goes crazy..."

It is very likely that it will be completely controlled by Bakula.

This sentence, the black mage hesitated for a while and did not say it.

"This kind of trivial matter does not need to be called a silent swordsman."

Yugi glanced at the black magician and replied calmly.

"Master of the game—"

Yu Yu didn't want to continue trying to persuade his black magician to persuade them, but stood up and looked around, as if he saw something, his eyes lit up.

Before everyone could react, Yuyu suddenly grabbed a child leaning against the corner of the door with a thick arm that seemed to be a stick for burning fire.

He turned around cleanly and hit Diabondo hard on the back of the neck with a stick.

Diabondo fell headlong to the ground.

How dare you treat me like this!You bastard, wait for me...

These were the last words that came to Diabondo's mind before he lost consciousness.

Exhaling a long breath, Yuyu threw away the murder weapon in his hand, and patted the dust on his hands with satisfaction.

On the side, the black magician and the black magician girl are completely down.

They were stunned and saw the game master turned his head, and his childish face showed them a cute smile like a deer, which was harmless to humans and animals.

"Well, am I doing well?"

The black mage turned his head silently.

The black magician girl clapped hard and clapped again.

A whirlwind of dead leaves flew over the knocked-out Diabondo.

Yugi bent over, and just like that dragged some unlucky guy into the house.

Hmph, he didn't admit that what he did just now was to take revenge for Diabondo kicking him out of bed last night and knocking him out just now——