Pharaoh

[Tell me the way not to kill people. 】

The young boy who spoke stood in the night, his gray hair reflected the pale moonlight, shining brightly.

He stepped on a still warm corpse under him, bent down and pulled out the dagger inserted into the vest behind the corpse.

With a flick, blood splashed everywhere.

Then he stood up straight.

The gray hair was curled wildly by the night wind, so the scar on the dark brown cheek looked even more ferocious.

The half-hidden hand behind him has been dyed a dazzling red color that is completely opposite to his hair color. Warm bright red liquid flows from his hand, and along the silver-white bladed dagger held in his hand, a drop of dripping on the dark soil.

The boy raised his face, and the night wind brushed against his face.

The dark brown eyes narrowed slightly, and the face that should have been childish revealed a morbidly intoxicated look.

If you continue to kill like this recklessly, you will die.

This consciousness was vaguely conveyed from the depths of his soul, which woke up the young man who was intoxicated with the pleasure of killing, and showed a vigilant look in his eyes.

It can't go on like this.

Diabondo is not ignorant.

If the wanton killing continues like this, sooner or later it will arouse the ideas of the Egyptian priests and officials, and in the end they can only kill themselves.

But he couldn't control himself.

Only the real feeling of the sharp weapon penetrating the flesh can be transmitted to his hands, and only the distorted and terrified faces of the dead can make the numb him feel a little pleasure... He is intoxicated by this morbid pleasure and cannot extricate himself.

[Tell me the way not to kill people. 】

At that time, he asked himself the question.

At that time, he did not expect that many years later...

The dark brown fingertips that clasped the gold armband with exquisite hollow patterns in his hand passed a trace of trembling that could not be detected by the naked eye.

Then, that hand put it back firmly.

When it was lifted up again, it was holding another gold headdress.

Diabondo lifted it up to the sun, and the eyelash-like small special runes hidden deep in the hollow pattern were once again exposed to the thief's keen eyes.

Diabondo repeated this step, taking out the rings, earrings, etc. from it for inspection.

His movements are slow and smooth, and he examines each piece carefully.

He seemed as if nothing had happened, with a calm face, just like a businessman checking the goods.

Finally, he let out a breath slowly, and clenched the small cloth bag in his right hand.

His eyes looked at the ground under his feet, his expression didn't change at all, but there was something shaking in the depths of his pupils, which made the tone of his dark brown pupils, which were shadowed by the gray hair, a little darker.

He stood with his back to the sunlight coming in from the door, his shadow stretched long on the ground, looking lonely.He seemed to be in a daze, but the fingers holding the small cloth bag were tightly clenched, almost trembling, and the deep blue veins on the back of his hand could be vaguely seen.

Footsteps came from outside, from far to near.

The shadow of Yugi who stepped into the gate landed at Diabondo's feet, causing the dark brown pupils staring at the floor under his feet to move slightly.

The young man with a few watery red apples in his arms stepped into the dilapidated temple under the sun that was about to end, his big light purple eyes curved into the arc of a crescent moon.

He excitedly ran to his friend's side, holding up the big bright red apple in his hand.

The transparent water drop that draws an arc from the round and plump red peel looks like a drop of refracted tears.

The young man's slightly childish face was filled with a happy smile, as if he was forever frozen in the distorted reflection of the drop of dew——

The washed and wet apples rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and their bright red and beautiful skin was covered with dust.

The golden ornaments that fell out of the cloth bag and fell onto the stone ground made continuous and crisp impact sounds.

The Egyptian prince tried his best to tiptoe off the ground little by little.

His fingers were helplessly caught in the dark brown skin of the wrist that clasped his throat, and his white and tender cheeks blushed to the limit due to suffocation.

He opened his lips slightly, but couldn't take a breath, and couldn't make a sound.

The trachea in the tightly constricted throat has been suppressed by the force that is too strong to resist, so that there is not even a last breath left.

The neck bone that was forcibly strangled and lifted into the air was rattling, as if it would break apart in the next second.

The moment he turned around abruptly, the sun at sunset fell into the depths of Diabondo's pupils, making it reflect extremely bright brilliance.

However, the reflected light was too dazzling and made the dark brown pupils appear blank to the extreme for a moment.

A glance at the past, can not see anything.

His powerful right hand that clasped Yuyu's throat lifted up little by little, and together with Yuyu's whole body that was clamped in his hands.

When the other party's toes, which he tried his best to stand on tiptoe, completely left the ground, his arms hung firmly in the air, and he didn't move a single bit.

The juvenile's body lifted in mid-air blocked the glare of the sun, and Diabondo's face was shrouded in shadow again, which made his dark brown pupils regain their previous dark color.

At this moment, the dark pupil finally clearly reflected the slightly distorted face due to pain.

The slightly childish familiar face swayed under his slightly flooded eyes, like the turbulent waves of the undulating Nile River.

The dark brown right hand that was firmly held in the air was suddenly released.

The Egyptian king, who was freed from the shackles of the thief's right hand, fell down and sat on the ground covering his throat, coughing in pain.

Tears ooze from the corners of his reddened eyes, slide down from his already flushed cheeks, and drip down on his legs kneeling on the ground, accompanied by the ferocious coughing sound of his almost dying breath.

In addition to coughing and panting, the game suffered from a painful throat that seemed to be torn apart, making the game unable to make any sound in a short period of time.

Diabondo didn't watch the game kneeling at his feet, his eyes fell on his right hand that was outstretched in the sun.

The slightly shiny tone of the dark brown skin bathed in the light deepened, and the open palm was clean without a trace of smudges.

But Diabondo looked at his hands as if he saw the dirtiest and most disgusting existence in the world.

His expression was not so much hatred as it was hatred for the hand he let go just now.

Then, his eyes were tightly closed.

He clenched his hand little by little, and his fingertips pierced deeply into his palm until blood came from the prick.

The sharp and thin lips were drawn deeply, and the line of the corners of the lips seemed to extend to the abrupt and twisted scar on the cheek. At first glance, it seemed that they were connected together, making it even more terrifying.

[Tell me the way not to kill people. 】

A long time ago, when Diabondo asked himself this sentence, he never thought that one day he would ask a question that was completely opposite to this sentence...

"Tell me how to kill him."

——Tell me, the way to kill this man who can still let me go after cheating me and betraying me—

——Tell me, the way to kill him without hesitation——

——Tell me, the way to destroy the naive and stupid me who still wants to believe in others——

[There is only one way not to be deceived, betrayed, or hurt. 】【There is only one way to let go of your superfluous human emotions that will become a burden to your weaknesses. 】The golden key that threw out the clothes on Diabondo's chest in a violent action shook for a while, and a strange dark golden light with black luster flashed.

The gray-white mist seemed to seep out from Diabondo's skin, they soared into the air and gathered together.

A translucent figure of a boy with the same appearance as Diabondo, but a little more eerie feeling soaked in the venom from hell, appeared beside Diabondo.

The figure was gray, except for a pair of eyes, which shone with a blood-red shimmer unusually abruptly in the light gray tone.

【Do you want to know the method? 】

The translucent gray shadow smiled at Diabondo, but that face full of evil spirit and darkness even smiled strangely, and the evil spirit at the corners of the lips made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

【I tell you. 】

He said, wrapping his outstretched arms around Diabondo, who was standing in front of him.

His translucent shadow-like body soaked into Diabondo's body a little bit like a fusion.

The golden key on Diabondo's chest flickered, flickering.

Every time it flickered dimly, the gray shadow merged more and more into the body.

However, just when the shadow was about to completely merge with Diabondo, the spreading mist froze on Diabondo's left arm.

Bakula, who had obtained most of the control over his body, narrowed his eyes and looked down.

At some point, his left hand was tightly grasped by two white hands.

The young Wangdi was still kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath from time to time, coughing occasionally, opening his lips but making no sound, the glaring bruises on his neck surrounded his entire body like a necklace. The neck is truly terrifying.

The violet pupils looked at him wide open, with sad, remorseful and nervous eyes, and a faint pleading expression.

Those white hands grabbed Diabondo's left hand more and more tightly.

Perhaps because of this, the soaked mist stopped on the left arm.

The dark brown pupils with shimmering red light showed a violent look unabashedly when looking down at the Egyptian prince condescendingly, and slowly leaked a sinister smile.

The sharp raised corners of his lips further developed the brutal hostility emanating from the depths of Bakula's soul.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Yu Yu's forehead hair and pulled it back violently.

The severe pain that the scalp would almost be torn made You subconsciously follow his right hand and tilt his head back, with a pained look on his face.

Bakula let out a sneer, and suddenly grabbed Yuyu's hair and knocked his head hard against the stone floor in the next second——

There was a bang, and then two more connections.

Bright red blood flowed from the young prince's forehead, covered his eyes, and stained half of his cheeks red.

Although his eyes are still open, his face seems to be confused, and his eyes are also loose.

His hands holding Diabondo's left wrist involuntarily let go, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

His head was firmly pressed by Bakula on the icy stone slab, unable to move, and the chill of the stone penetrated into the depths of his brain little by little.

Bakura let go of his hand and stood up.

His insolent laughter echoed in this not-so-big dilapidated temple, filling the entire space.

He stood proudly like the final victor, and his arrogant posture was like a demon god descending from the world.

The last bit of stagnant mist also merged and disappeared into his left arm. He looked at his hand with undisguised satisfaction and satisfaction.

"I have to thank you, Brother Egypt."

While laughing wantonly, Bakula did not forget the Egyptian prince who was trampled under his feet.

But his voice was not so much a thank you, but rather a desire to step on the game once again.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to monopolize this body so easily."

"Because of you, I can have the most powerful monster in the world!"

He stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking.

Bakura lowered his head at the strange sensation in his ankle.

He saw the Egyptian prince lying sideways on the ground with half-closed eyes stretched out his hand to grab his ankle, even though it was the strength that the prince thought he was trying his best, it was as insignificant as dust to Bakula.

The gaze from the half-closed eyes was slack, showing that its owner's sanity was gradually disappearing.

The blood seeping from the white and tender forehead stained the dark gray slate red.

But the hand of the king of Egypt was still unwilling, as if he wanted to try his best to grab his ankle, grab the last sliver of hope that disappeared in his hand.

"Dia..."

His pale lips moved, and a weak voice that would almost disappear in a second came out with difficulty.

Dark brown pupils covered in red shimmer stared at him, cold, as if looking at a dead person.

"Brother of Egypt, you are the one who cut off his last trace of delusion towards human beings."

No longer physically, but verbally gave the heaviest blow to the Egyptian prince who was trampled under his feet. Bakula smiled happily and had a good time.

"As the price he gave himself to my uncle."

Saying so, Bakula opened his hands.

"Now my uncle will fulfill his last wish!"

The king of thieves stood there, and a gust of air from nowhere made his gray hair fly.

The wide robes soared up, and the outstretched arms were like wings that were about to spread into the sky.

He was laughing arrogantly, his posture was extremely like the overlord over heaven and earth.

"Come out, my—"

Before the last word was pronounced, a huge air current that turned people's faces changed violently from Bakula's body like a whirlwind.

The dark golden light pierced the entire world like a burning golden flame——

The extremely ferocious air whirlwind surged to the limit in an instant, rushing away in all directions like a broken bamboo.

The dilapidated temple and everything in it were smashed into sand and gravel in a second.

It destroyed everything in an instant, and it is still dissatisfied and fiercely expanding around, rolling up the sand on the ground, breaking the thick tree trunks, rolling up the heavy stone platforms, and smashing the calm lake——

The entire oasis was wiped out at that moment.

When this terrifying whirlwind air flow disappeared, countless gravel and tree trunks that were swept up into the sky fell from the gray sky covered by sand.

Among the countless fallen dead objects, the figure of the Egyptian prince who fell from the air with a thud on the ground where only bare gravel remained was very inconspicuous.

The gravel falling from the air hit him continuously, and then rolled to the side.

Those gravels added a few shallow scratches to his dusty cheeks and arms that could no longer see the original white and tender complexion.

There was no dust on his brow because the oozing blood washed away the sand.

The game lay on the ground, seemingly silent.

But after a while, his fingers moved slightly in front of his face, and his dusty and dirty cheek moved inaudibly.

After struggling and shaking his eyelashes for a long time, he finally managed to half-open his eyes.

The blood seeping into his eyes made his vision a little blurry, and he blinked slowly several times before everything in front of him became a little clearer.

A huge shadow spread from far to near, covering his whole body bit by bit, shrouded in darkness.

Yugi struggled to move his gaze from the bottom to the top.

What his vision, which was somewhat blurred because of being shrouded in shadow, saw in front of him was a twisting and twisting snake tail as thick as three people.

Every time it moved, black powder rustled down from the shiny black snake scales.

When the powder fell to the ground, there was a strange hissing sound, and a puff of white smoke came out, and then the ground turned a rotten black gray.

The large piece of land where the snake's tail swings has been corroded into a land soaked in venom.

The game did not continue watching, and he raised his head slightly with difficulty.

The gigantic monster with four or five people swimming in front of him with its snake tail swinging in an unusually arrogant and domineering manner forced him to raise his eyes and look up with all his strength.

His gaze rose little by little from the snake's tail, across the abdomen connected to the snake's lower body, across the dark brown naked chest, across the strong and slender neck, and finally landed on the monster's face.

The violet pupils blinked slightly, and then blinked again.

A drop of tear seeped from Yu Yu's half-opened eyes, passed through the blood-stained corner of the eye, and fell into the gravel that had been dyed reddish brown with a little red.

His pale lips trembled, and he opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to spit out that person's name, but his parched throat couldn't make a sound.

The slender eyelashes stained with blood trembled, and finally closed slowly.

The insolent monster with a huge human body and snake tail, which is different from ordinary people, has a very familiar face that is almost identical to the master standing behind it.

Even the hideous scar on the dark brown cheek is exactly the same.

However, the venom dripping from the exposed fangs on the corners of the lips added a bit of ferocity, terror and ferocity to that face that belonged to monsters.

The pupils were still dark brown, but they seemed to have sunk into the deepest part of the darkness without a gleam of light coming through.

Those eyes cannot be said to be cold, nor indifferent, because there is no trace of human emotion in them, they are just blank.

Only occasionally, there will be a little ferocity that is exclusive to monsters.

Diabondo, the most powerful monster transformed from half the soul of the Thief King.

A monster born from the denial of the human self.

A monster representing killing and gore.

【Will not be deceived, betrayed, hurt, the only way to destroy human feelings that become a burden of weakness...】——As long as you give up your identity as a human being and become a powerful existence that surpasses everything else——

"Do it, Diabondo."

The Thief King from the darkness stretched out his hand, and the golden key on his chest shone with a dark golden light, but it couldn't illuminate his face that seemed to be forever hidden in the darkness.

He stared at the powerful monster that belonged to him with eyes full of hostility, and the corners of his lips were raised, revealing a bit of scorn and contempt.

"Kill him and your wish will come true."

The newborn powerful monster obeyed its master's order, and stretched out his ferocious right hand, which can be called a sharp claw in a ferocious posture.

In his opinion, the weak and almost vulnerable human being under his feet is already a dead thing.

As long as he stretches out his hand lightly, the slender and sharp claws can easily penetrate the opponent's head.

He stretched out his hand expressionlessly.

The sharp claws that glowed with a dark blue venom were about to pierce the blood-stained soft forehead that couldn't resist——

A dazzling bright golden light, which this monster born in darkness hates the most, shone out of nowhere.

The snake-tailed monster suddenly let out an out-of-tuned beast-like roar, and his huge snake tail violently swung, sending countless sand and gravel under its feet flying into the air.

He felt his claws, which were about to pierce the weak human's head, stopped abruptly.

He roared furiously because he was keenly aware of the provocation from the golden light.

A ferocious airflow that came from nowhere suddenly swelled and exploded at the moment he roared.

The violent airflow knocked his huge body back almost a hundred meters away, and his hard tail dragged a deep gully on the ground that seemed to split the whole earth.

The sharp blade-like air flow scattered away, cutting open the tough skin of the monster, and black liquid oozes from countless tiny wounds, making him quite embarrassed.

The raging airflow carried countless sand and dust flying all over the sky.

After the heavy windstorm passed by, the figure that had been covered by the flying dust just now was finally vaguely revealed in front of everyone.

The purest golden light pierced the shadow of the dust, and swept across the golden headdress of the Eye of Horus on the dark brown forehead.

The pure white cloak behind him fluttered like the wings of a white eagle in the gust of wind.

The outstretched right hand was still faintly shining with a sharp light, and even the gold bracelet on that wrist reflected a bright light——

The boy king, who was half kneeling on the ground, raised his head. Under the flying golden hair, there seemed to be a cluster of scorching flames burning to the extreme in the depths of the bright red icy pupils.

The dark brown strong left arm held his brother tightly in his arms.