Pharaoh

The sun at sunset gradually faded below the horizon, and the night expelled the light and enveloped the land of Egypt.

In the sky with only the remaining light of the day, a few bright stars have already flashed in the sky.As they grew brighter, the sky grew dimmer, as if they were absorbing the light.

The bright red pupils that were burning like flames collided with the dark brown pupils that shone with reddish luster.

The collision of the eyes of the Pharaoh and the Thief King seemed to explode invisible sparks in the night, and even the surrounding air became heavy in an instant.

The light that shone from the right hand of the Boy King illuminated the pure gold eye-of-horus headdress on his forehead.

His handsome face without the slightest expression was exposed under the bright light, golden light spots seemed to be jumping in the depths of his pupils, with a bit of vigor, making his gaze even more condescending.

He looked at Bakula opposite, with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

The flames in his burning red pupils seemed to infect his surroundings, and even the air around him was filled with a fiery aura that seemed to be burning with flames.

Even if it is just one step closer—those who try to challenge the dignity of the pharaoh will be reduced to ashes.

The younger brother, who was held in the young king's arms by his light brown left arm, groaned in pain.

A hot stream that seemed to be burning from the deepest part of the soul surged out of his body at a crazy speed. It was not a pain, but the uncomfortably hot feeling of the hot body made the unconscious game instinctively pull The clothes covering Atum's chest were crumpled all over.

The imprint of the light golden life talisman on his chest shone faintly in a rhythmic light and dark.

Occasionally, a flash of light flashed where the light brown skin and porcelain white skin touched.

The Thief King let out a piercing laugh.

Against the pure golden light of the young pharaoh, the darkness that shrouded his whole body seemed even more gloomy.

The night that fell deepened the darkness even further.

The laughter from Bakula, whose half of his body was vaguely hidden in the darkness, seemed even more eerie and eerie.

The gigantic snake-tailed monster that was forcefully pushed back to Bakula let out an angry growl from its throat, and from its open sharp fangs, jet-black venom dripped from the gleaming fang tips.

He violently flicked the huge snake tail, kicking up the sand under his feet.

The arrogance and ferocity in his nature made him forcefully suppress the hesitation in his instinct to avoid the power that the powerful human being on the opposite side used that disgusted him. leaping at the enemy--

The dark brown hand raised by the Thief King stroked the pitch-black snake scales, causing his monsters to stop attacking.

Then, the monster's body gradually dissipated in the dark air as if it had disappeared.

Every time the monster's body dissipated, a large amount of black mist would be released in the air.

Black mist permeated the air, plunged a huge area into pitch darkness, and quickly covered the figure of Thief King Bakula tightly.

The newborn Diabondo monster is no match for the Pharaoh yet.

Bakula is well aware of this.

So, withdraw now.

He is in no hurry.

One day, he will crush Pharaoh hard underfoot.

One day, he will make everyone fear and uneasy because of his existence.

When the thick black mist finally dissipated, the Thief King had already disappeared.

The young Pharaoh was still half-kneeling on the ground, his brows were deeply frowned, his cold bright red pupils stared at the place where Bakula disappeared, and his eyes without any emotion made it impossible to see what he was thinking.

After a while, he lowered his head and his eyes fell on his brother's dusty and dirty face.

The moment his originally calm pupils touched that immature face, a fiery flame ignited, and the flame full of the king's anger burned more and more vigorously as time went by, as if he wanted to kill the person in his arms. The whole thing was burned to ashes.

But when that gaze landed on the shocking bruise on the neck of the young king who was strangled into purple, he was stunned for a moment, and the young king's right hand involuntarily stretched out to the place where his gaze was looking at.

The fingertips suddenly melted into the air without warning one second before touching the opponent's neck.

The light brown hand stopped in mid-air, and the young Pharaoh's bright red pupils watched his own hand that was gradually disappearing into nothingness, and frowned indistinctly.

His eyes once again fell on the face of the younger brother in his arms. He watched his arms around the other party gradually disappear into the air, but he had no intention of letting go of the person in his arms.

The young pharaoh disappeared into the air, and the young prince, who lost his upper body support, suddenly fell to the ground.

After that soft bang, the destroyed oasis suddenly returned to absolute silence after experiencing the extreme vibration. Such a huge gap made the air that seemed to still have a little bit of fright filled with a dignified atmosphere .

On a piece of messy sand, the strong wind in the desert swept over.

The fine sand flying all over the sky brushed past the unconscious young man, and the thick sand around him accumulated little by little, gradually burying his body in the soft golden sand.

The fine sand that fell down when the strong wind blew past completely buried the last bright red trace of the apple that was half buried in the yellow sand not far away.

In the royal palace of Thebes, the distant golden capital, the young pharaoh sitting on the throne opened his fiery eyes.

The light of the golden building blocks on his body has disappeared, lying quietly on his chest.

He frowned, with obvious displeasure remaining in his eyes.

High Priest Mahat stood under the throne and watched him nervously. Seeing him open his eyes, he immediately looked at High Priest Simon who was opposite him.

The old high priest also opened his eyes at the same time, and the light of the golden box in his hands gradually dimmed.

Then, he let out a heavy breath, and his tense face relaxed, revealing an undisguised exhaustion.

Sure enough, it is still old.

he thinks.

The city of Luxor was devoured by earthquakes and flames, which naturally alarmed the Egyptian royal palace.

And the magic fluctuations sensed by the great priests that are very similar to those of the pharaoh are taken for granted by them as the power of the king's younger brother.

The pharaoh did not leave the palace, and the royal army heading to Lusso City was just a cover, and the priest who led the team to look for the king's brother was the great priest Seth.

All the priests of Isis, who followed the rules of the greatest interests, also took advantage of this cover and secretly released the news of the pharaoh's tour, in order to attract some restless forces to destroy him.

Since that day, the pharaoh who only signed a warrant never mentioned a word about his brother.

Even after knowing the direction where Brother Wang might escape, it seems that he has no intention of looking for it.

This is why only Seth went alone in the end.

However, today, High Priest Simon, who had been keeping silent on the matter, suddenly came to see Atum with a gold box.

He said that brother Wang's life would be in danger.

With the extremely deep connection between the king's magic power and the "key" of the soul, Simon sent the king's magic power to Wang's brother.The pharaoh's illusion, which was formed by the concentration of magic power, could only maintain his shape for a short time, protected the younger brother at the critical moment, and at the same time scared off the cunning and vicious but extremely cautious thief king.

The great priest Mahat standing under the throne carefully watched the young pharaoh who was sitting on the throne and had closed his eyes again at this moment.

There was no trace of emotional fluctuations on that handsome face, making it impossible for Mahat to see what the Pharaoh was thinking.

He lowered his head, a gloomy look flashed across his face, and finally he couldn't help but raise his head again.

"king……"

"Notify Set to bring 'him' back."

The boy king who spoke suddenly interrupted Mahat neatly.

He stood up from his throne, turned and left.

The pure golden hair brushed over his light brown cheeks the moment he turned around, and the flying dark purple cloak covered his back.

Mahart said nothing more.

He half-kneeled and respectfully sent Pharaoh away.

Then, he raised his head and looked at High Priest Simon standing beside him.

The old high priest squinted his eyes, and did not look at the back of the old Wang, but carefully looked at the quiet gold box in his hand.

After a while, a look of relief appeared on the wrinkled face.

"Go and inform Seth, brother Wang is..."

The old priest walked out, and the long scepter, once and for all, leaned on the stone slab and made a dull knocking sound.

He told Mahart a very detailed address.

"As soon as possible," he said, "before brother Wang is buried in the sand."

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A sharp tingling sensation came from the whole body.

This is the first feeling of the game after opening the eyes.

Light or heavy pain came continuously from his arms or neck, and his body warned his master that he had reached the limit.

His vision was still blurry at first, but after blinking several times, it gradually became clearer.

What appeared in his line of sight was a roof that was too high compared to his height. The exquisitely carved hollow flourish patterns and precious gold ornaments showed how many skilled craftsmen it took to achieve such a combination of art, comfort and practicality. pinnacle of architecture.

Yugi blinked again, vaguely feeling that the scene he saw seemed a little familiar.

However, a tearing pain from his slightly shifting right hand quickly distracted him.

He reluctantly moved his stiff right hand again to lift it up.

The eyes are pure white.

Almost the whole of his right arm was tightly bound with a snow-white bandage, only his right hand was exposed.

I don't know if he looks like a mummy now...

This ridiculous thought flashed through Yu Yu's mind, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.

But the corners of his lips raised slightly, and the unexpected tingling pain on his left cheek made his grinning mouth twitch, and instead of smiling, his whole face twisted, looking very weird.

You closed his eyes, as if he was recharging his energy.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly stretched his left arm, and he sat up abruptly, gritting his teeth.

A breath of cold air was choked in his throat and he almost couldn't let it out. His cheeks that were slightly blood-colored after resting for several days turned pale again at this moment.

The exercise that was too intense for him at this moment made his body warn him of overwhelming pain.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

So dawdling and enduring the pain and getting up slowly, it might as well be more straightforward.

He exhaled heavily, feeling the pain around his body lessened, and looked down at himself.

Fortunately, it was not as exaggerated as he imagined.

Only the right arm and chest were tightly bandaged, especially the chest. Although his upper body was naked now, the layers of snow-white bandages wrapped his upper body more tightly than wearing clothes.

A thin layer of soft quilt was originally covering him, but when he suddenly sat up and fell down, it only covered his legs at this moment.

The young Wangdi bowed his head, and gently held the wrist of his left hand, which was relatively less bandaged, with his right hand.He stroked the place where there was a slight tingling with his fingers, and the tingling intensified a little bit.

The light purple pupils stared at the white bandage on the wrist he was caressing, with a dazed look in his eyes.

He was in a daze for a while, and then he touched his neck with some hesitation.

The feeling from his fingertips told him that his neck was also wrapped in a white bandage.

He couldn't touch the shocking dark purple bruise that surrounded his entire neck even now that it was too numb to feel pain.

In the last glance before losing consciousness, what he saw was the horrifying and hideous but familiar monster with a snake's tail that disappeared in the black mist and disappeared in front of his eyes.

He stretched out his hand in a trance, but he could only watch helplessly as the shadow became more and more blurred until it disappeared into the air.

While his hand was falling powerlessly, he finally lost all consciousness.

You subconsciously stretched out his hand, lowered his head, and his eyes fell on his hand. The cold air touched by his fingertips made him feel the cold air pouring into his palm and skin.

His thin body curled up slowly on the wide bed, and the fingers holding his shoulders almost scratched the skin on the shoulders.

He bit his lower lip, his eyes seemed to be looking ahead.

But his eyes were scattered and unable to focus, more like he was in a daze.

A very light mist emerged from the light violet pupils to cover up the sourness in his eyes.

【If you betray me, I will let you die without a burial! 】

【Brother of Egypt, you cut off his last trace of delusion about human beings. 】 Dia...

If you think that's betrayal...

I……

The sound of the door opening was particularly glaring in this extremely silent room because of the momentary heavy atmosphere, and it woke up the young prince who didn't know what he was thinking.

Game instinctively turned his head to the side, looking in the direction of the sound.

His eyes suddenly lit up, shining like stars.

It wasn't because the sunlight coming in from the opened door fell into his light purple eyes, but it made his face brighten for a moment as if radiating light.

It was as if a panicked and bewildered person drowning in water suddenly held someone else's hand—

"Brother Wang!"

The young Wang brother threw off the thin quilt, and jumped out of bed, ignoring the stinging pain from all over his body, and ran towards the person standing at the door.

Suddenly there was a violent pulling force on his right foot, which forcibly stopped his eager forward steps.

And his body fell forward due to inertia and fell to the ground.

Accompanied by the sound of iron objects colliding and rubbing against each other from behind him.

Reluctantly looking back, Yu You had a dazed look in his eyes, and turned his head to look at the person standing at the door.

Standing at the door, the young Pharaoh, who was surrounded by sunlight, walked up to his younger brother.

The dark purple cloak fluttered behind him, its width blocking the sunlight that shone on the young prince.

The long black shadow of the young king enveloped his younger brother.

He stood and stared at his younger brother condescendingly for a long time.

Then, he leaned over.

The moment he bent down, the blocked sunlight pierced through the shoulders of the bent young king and pierced into the depths of the violet pupils of the young king who was looking at him with wide eyes.

The tingling sensation in the eyes that seemed to be burning for a moment made You subconsciously close your eyes and lower your head to avoid it, but just before the eyes got used to the strong light, there was a sharp pain from the pinched jaw.

Light brown fingers gripped her head, which had been lowered to avoid the glare, and lifted it up.

The immature face that was very similar to the young pharaoh was covered with a lot of dust because of the fall just now, the eyes were still so painful that they couldn't open them and had to half-squint, and there were still abnormally dazzling long hairs on the white and tender forehead. long scars.

Young Wang Yanhong's pupils stared at his younger brother's face.

You You lay prone on the ground, supporting the ground with difficulty with one hand, already trembling slightly from exhaustion.

Because the chin was forcefully lifted, he had to stretch his neck as hard as he could, and it was a little difficult to breathe, so his face gradually began to flush.

He lay on the ground with his head up, looking even more embarrassed compared to the handsome and arrogant Pharaoh bathed in the sun.

The shiny black shackles made of fine iron that caused him to fall just now firmly locked his right ankle, and the other end of the shiny black chain stretched to the limit was hidden under the bed.

"...'Brother Wang'?..."

At last the young Pharaoh spoke.

It was a voice so deep that it seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his chest, every word and every word, shocking his breath.

The air in this room vibrated with the rhythm of the pharaoh's words.

His red pupils, which seemed to be able to burn everything, stared at his younger brother, leaving only traces of coldness.

"After doing something like that, why do you still have the audacity to call out this title?"