Pharaoh

It was late at night when the old high priest returned to the beautiful temple of the sun god Ra.

He walked towards his dormitory, and soon two young maids greeted him, undressing and washing him. The old priest's narrow eyes, which were full of wrinkles, glanced lightly at the young and energetic faces of the two maids, with deep pupils. Suddenly there was a momentary trance.

Sitting on the bed, he stretched out his skinny hand and lightly stroked the long golden scepter he put aside. This scepter was very old and not exquisite, and the occasional mottled scratches showed that it was The vicissitudes of life experienced.

Simon stroked the scepter that had been with him for decades, with a nostalgic and complicated look in his eyes.

Eighteen years ago, at that time, he was in middle age, when he was at his strongest.

Just because he was tired of the royal family's brother-in-law, he walked into the temple of Ra and became the high priest of Ra.

And on that day...

In the underground hall made of huge bluestone without any gaps, thick white stone pillars support this vast and magnificent hall.

At first glance, its broadness gives people a heroic spirit.But if you look carefully, the finely carved hollow pattern murals give people a gorgeous and delicate aesthetic feeling.

At the end of the hall, the huge and majestic statue of Ra stands high above.

On the altar at its feet, a huge cluster of flames was burning.

The flame was not the usual fiery red, but an unusually gorgeous and beautiful golden red color. Its golden red fire light reflected on Ra's face, making the stone statue even more sacred.

The middle-aged man dressed in the costume of the high priest of Ra stood under the huge flame altar with a long golden scepter, raised his hands and chanted the mantra to pray to the god loudly.

A young girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old knelt devoutly behind him, praying silently with her hands closed and her eyes closed.

As the successor to be trained as the next High Priest of Ra, she was wearing the clothes of the apprentice priest, which was obviously white.

After praying, she opened her eyes and watched the High Priest who was also a teacher and a father whom she admired threw the golden powder into the flames, a nervous expression appeared on her young and delicate face.

The golden powder sprinkled into the flame, and the flame suddenly melted into the air.

The moment the high priest and the girl held their breath, there was a bang, and the golden-red flame burst out from the altar again.

It burned so hot and brightly that the girl who watched it had a look of surprise on her face.

The seemingly calm high priest also heaved a sigh of relief, with a look of relief in his eyes.

What he just performed was a ritual of praying for the newly born prince.

When every child of the Egyptian nobles was born, there was a similar ceremony.But this kind of ceremony is not very useful, it is just a custom.

However, the ceremony presided over by the high priest is different from ordinary ceremonies. It is a ceremony that can only be presided over by the high priest of Ra when the direct blood of the Egyptian royal family is born.

The god Ra will inform his high priests of the powers that the newborn royals will possess.

If the flames are faintly visible, it means that either the newborn child is born with a deficiency and will soon die, or that the child has little or no magical powers.

If the flame is burning hot, it means that the child has strong vitality and powerful power.

If the pharaoh had many children, it would be a matter of course to choose the most powerful child as the heir.

It's just that Egypt is a special case now. The current Pharaoh is not young, but he has no children for a long time. The child born the day before yesterday is the first prince of Egypt, and I am afraid it will also be the last.

Nobody wants Egypt's only prince to be weak or powerless.

Now, High Priest Simon was indeed relieved and filled with joy, because he had never seen such a burning flame.

He turned around and quickened his pace towards the exit of the hall, wanting to announce the good news to the king, priests and ministers waiting outside as soon as possible.

The moment he turned around, he heard an exclamation from his female disciple.

The huge hall illuminated by the golden red flame suddenly went dark, Simon's heart trembled, and he turned his head immediately.

The moment he turned his head back, the red flames suddenly and violently shot up almost hurt his eyes.

He suppressed the discomfort in his eyes, opened them wide, and stared at the flames on the altar in astonishment.

The flame has been divided into two completed clusters.

One cluster is big and one cluster is small.

The larger cluster is almost three or four times the size of the small flames.

They maintain the form of burning flames, but there seems to be an invisible wall in the middle separating them, doing their own thing without interfering with each other.

Simon's fingers subconsciously clenched the scepter in his hand.

There is only one possibility of this form——

"How could Wang deceive God Ra!"

The girl whose eyes were full of joy just now stood up with a look of surprise and anger.

"Such flames...the twins are obviously born, why the king lied to us that only one prince will be born!"

She said that righteousness is awe-inspiring, like a fearless martyr, looking at Simon with firm eyes.

"Twins will bring disaster to Egypt! Master, we must tell others about this, so that the king will consecrate the twins to God."

The middle-aged high priest stared at his young female disciple, the shadow of the backlight covered most of his cheeks, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Then, he nodded slightly.

The girl who got the master's approval impatiently strode towards the exit of the temple, she didn't see the icy light flashed on her master's cheek by the light of the burning flame.

She had only taken two steps when she froze suddenly.

Suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and she collapsed to the ground.

She opened her eyes wide, the pupils dilated to the limit and then slackened, but she couldn't stop staring at her.

A red light from behind pierced her chest, stopping her heart.

It was the light shot from the golden scepter in the hands of the high priest she admired and respected most standing behind her, killing her in an instant.

The high priest who killed the female disciple he once loved the most without hesitation let out a breath. He closed his eyes. His breathing was a little messy at first, but it soon calmed down.

He walked forward, leaning on a long scepter, his steps were steady, and he seemed to be invisible when he passed the corpse of his female disciple.

He went out of the hall to tell those who were waiting outside the good news that the young prince had great power.

Behind him, the golden flames on the huge altar gradually extinguished, and the darkness gradually engulfed the girl's cold body.

The princess who died due to dystocia was the last woman in the direct bloodline of the royal family, and the current prince is the heir with the purest and noble bloodline.

It doesn't even matter if it's twins...

To kill the current prince and see a woman with his royal blood become the new princess in the future, and give birth to a prince who does not have pure Egyptian blood to ascend the Egyptian throne and rule Egypt—whether he is a member of the Egyptian royal family or As the high priest of Ra, Simon would never allow this kind of thing!

Since the king announced that only one prince was born, he only recognized this one prince.

Simon, the high priest of Ra, is loyal only to this prince named Artum.

-

In the dark underground palace belonging to the dead, the faint fire light on the stone pillars was jumping, but it was not enough to illuminate the long and wide stone corridor.

It was supposed to be a silent place, but at this moment there was an ear-piercing rustling sound.

The long stone corridor has been covered by countless black beetles shining with two small red lights, and the sacred objects revered by the Egyptians as scarabs to guard the tombs of the dead pharaohs swarmed forward, from Out of the darkness there was an endless stream.

They crawled all over the stone wall, and their slender feet slid across the stone wall and made a harsh rustling sound.

A loud bang.

The entire stone wall corridor in front of it collapsed, smashing countless beetles to pieces.

A huge magical power surged like a hurricane, and in one fell swoop, the bodies of the black beetles all over the sky were blown away in the wind.

Accompanied by the loud noise, there was a wild laugh coming from the darkness.

The king of thieves who sneaked into the Valley of the Kings in the royal capital and broke into the underground cemetery of King Ahmose laughed loudly, without any intention of hiding his behavior, regardless of whether the big commotion caused by his actions would alarm the Egyptian soldiers outside.

With fierce eyebrows and open eyes, and a high-spirited demeanor, he is extremely arrogant.

The sharp whirlwind blown by the magic power kept blowing his gray and white sharp hair, and on the dark brown cheek, the deep scar was distorted by excessive laughter, making it look even more terrifying.

The pupils can no longer see a bit of dark brown, but have completely turned into a blood red hue.

The crimson flames fell into his blood-red pupils, making his eyes seem to glow in the dark.

In just a short while, the thousands of scarabs that rushed to attack the thief king who broke into the Pharaoh's tomb had all died in Bakula's hands.

He snorted a disdainful sound, turned around and walked deep into the cemetery.

Bakula crossed the wide hall, grabbed a delicate gold ornament that was buried with him, looked at it casually, and then threw it back.

The gold ornaments hit the stone wall with a crisp sound, and then rolled on the ground several times.

There are many gold bracelets or ornaments that he fancy on his arms and waist, covering his entire arms, and they collide with each other when they walk, making jingle jingle sounds.He seemed to be just doing it for fun, and occasionally a gold ornament or two slipped from his hands and fell to the ground, and he didn't bother to pick it up.

Bakula walked all the way like this, destroying all kinds of gorgeous ornaments in the cemetery at will. If it didn't look pleasing to the eye, he went up and kicked it, and kicked it to the ground. If it was too huge, he would blast it with the magic power gathered in his hand , Often just blowing up and collapsing half of the house.

Although he sneaked into the tomb of King Ahmose, his direction was not toward the main tomb where the king's body was.

The golden key hanging on his dark brown chest shook slightly as he walked, flashing a faint light.

It seems to be pointing the way to its owner.

"Hey, what the hell did that guy ask me to come to this dead man's tomb to look for?"

The thief king, who had been walking around the dark and huge underground palace for a long time, showed an impatient look on his face.

He quickened his pace again, and this time when the long corridor came to an end, a huge bronze door blocked him.Bakula raised his hand impatiently, and the black light rushed out, smashing the entire bronze gate into pieces with one blow.

The bronze piece shattered all over the ground, the dust dispersed, and a faint light came out from the end of the front.

Bakula frowned.

He wondered if he had penetrated the entire mountain of the Valley of the Kings and reached the end.

Indeed, when he quickly ran to the end of the light, there was a wide Nile River under the cliff, and the huge waves beat against the high and unreachable cliff.

But Bakula was not interested in admiring the beautiful Nile scenery at the bottom of the cliff, which is different from that at the edge of the oasis, which is more suitable to be described as spectacular.

His gaze was firmly focused on the right side of the vast and incomparably empty hall that could accommodate nearly a thousand people.

Half of the hall collapsed, and it was obvious that some huge object crashed in and knocked it down.

The half of the collapsed hall has been smashed to pieces by a huge alien monster. Beyond the gravel, one can see the raging Nile River under the cliff.

On the other side of the main hall, the entire hall has been frozen.

A giant dragon whose whole body was as bright red as a burning flame was frozen in the ice, with its eyes closed, it seemed to be in a deep sleep.

But even in a deep sleep, the ferocious and terrifying dragon head that is close at hand can also give people a feeling of fright when it is slightly lowered.

It's as if the frozen dragon is still alive in the hall, and will swallow you whole in the next second.

Even in a deep sleep, this monster dragon with almost the highest power cannot be desecrated by others. The sense of coercion emanating from the thick ice makes people unable to even think about escaping, and can only crawl on the ground trembling in fear. .

However, it is not ordinary human beings standing here at the moment.

The thief king, who was almost exuding a violent aura from the depths of his bones, strode forward, with an arrogant look and no fear, he reached out to touch the thick ice.

If you can take this powerful monster for yourself...

Thinking of this, Bakula couldn't wait to stretch out his hands to press on the cold ice.

A white light flashed, and his hand was flicked away abruptly.

The bony gash was stretched across his wrist, dripping with blood, making his arm look horrific.

Bakula stared intently at the huge red dragon that was still sleeping, and let his left hand hang bloody. There was no anger on his deeply scarred face, but he laughed out loud.

The dark hostility was churning in his blood-red pupils, and he cast a cold gaze.

He frantically waved his hand, and the gray-black mist gushing out covered the entire hall in an instant behind him.

After the thick mist dissipated, a total of ten strong men with tall, snake-tailed monsters appeared behind him.

It was almost exactly the same as him, but it was more ferocious and wild because of the animal nature in his bones, and it also had a ferocious face that was unique to monsters.

The dark brown pupils of the human snake seemed to be covered by a mass of dark light, so cold that no color could be seen.

Bakula snorted and pointed forward.

Diabondo's huge snake body snaked forward, and in an instant it had already slid to the thick ice layer that was also extremely huge for him.

The jet-black powder that fell from his pitch-black scales fell to the ground, making a hissing sound, white smoke rose gradually, and in an instant, the bluestone floor had been corroded into countless small gray-white and dark holes.

But when the black powder fell on the ice layer, there was no movement, but disappeared without a sound.

The thick, long and powerful snake tail swung up violently and hit the ice layer hard.

The ground seemed to shake suddenly, but the ice remained motionless.

The powerful snake tail continuously hit the ice layer without a single crack, and the entire hall shook violently like an earthquake.

Bakula stood firmly on the shaking ground, only showing displeasure on his face because there was no progress.

After watching for a while, he finally took a step forward impatiently, intending to make a move himself.

And just as he took a step forward, a flashing thing fell from the head of the constantly shaking frozen fiery red dragon and fell at his feet.

Bakula only felt his heart beating suddenly for no reason.

He froze for a moment, intending to ignore it and step over, but there seemed to be an inexplicable and irresistible force that made him bend down and pick up the shiny thing that fell under his feet.

In the thumb-sized white ice lying on the dark brown palm, a cluster of red traces that looked like burning flames were reflected in the depths of the Thief King's blood-red pupils.

"...Is this what that guy said to make Diabondo the strongest monster in no time?"

-

In the middle of the night, the stars in the Egyptian night sky are shining, dotted with endless darkness.

Facing the cemetery of the Valley of the Kings on the other side of the Nile River, the capital of Egypt, in a room above a high tower on the left side of the royal palace, after high priest Simon left, he thought for a long time and finally lay down on the bed in a daze and fell asleep again. The young Wang brother who had gone away suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and sat up.

The shiny black chains made sounds along with his movements.

The starlight coming in through the skylight fell into the depths of the pair of violet pupils, making the glass-like clear eyes refract wonderful light.

At this moment, those eyes were wide open, as if they saw something extremely terrifying in front of them.

After a long while, You You raised his hand and grabbed his chest firmly.

On the left side of the chest, something was beating desperately inside.

The frequency of the rapid beating was almost to the point where he couldn't even breathe steadily.

You You opened his eyes wide, his face showing a little bewilderment, and there was also a look of obvious panic.

He didn't understand why he felt so uneasy all of a sudden - terrified was the best word to describe how he felt right now.

You Yu didn't notice that he got up suddenly, but it surprised the person who was standing in front of the bed and saw him falling asleep and was about to turn around and leave.

Seeing his panicked expression as if he had been in a nightmare, the man couldn't help but turn around and put his hand on the other's forehead that was dripping with cold sweat.

The sudden contact with the warm skin on the cold forehead made the young Wang Di shrank reflexively, raised his head, and faced the bright red jewel-like pupils.

Seeing his younger brother shrinking back, the young Pharaoh frowned, with a look of displeasure in his eyes.

But the displeasure in his eyes hadn't dissipated yet, the younger brother who was looking up at him was startled, and immediately leaned over and grabbed his hand.

"...Brother Wang?"

With a tentative and cautious voice, Brother Wang clasped his right wrist tightly with both hands, with an uneasy expression on his face, as if he was afraid of something.

He didn't answer, just raised his left hand and touched his brother's head.

The uneasiness on that immature face faded a bit, and then she leaned over and knelt on the bed like this and squeezed her head into his arms.

She pressed her white cheek against his chest, rubbed it vigorously, and then rubbed it again, finally she seemed to feel satisfied and put her head in his arms and stopped moving.

The hands holding his hand also loosened, grabbing his clothes.

The warm breath from the nose and mouth of the face buried in his arms passed through the white linen, and gradually infected the skin under the clothes.

Having a nightmare?

The young king who was thinking this way had already hugged his younger brother in his arms unconsciously, and a little annoyed look appeared in his eyes after he realized it.

But looking at Wang Di who was frightened by the nightmare and hugged him like a kitten seeking comfort, his arms subconsciously hugged him a little tighter.

He gently rubbed the soft hair with his hands, and felt that the clothes were being pulled, so he patted him comfortingly.

"There are more things going on today."

Yatum said, feeling that the prince in his arms became quieter, he patted his head in his arms again.

"It's too late, go to bed."

He said, hesitating for a moment, then pushed away the person in his arms, turned around and wanted to leave.

But after taking a step, his left hand was grabbed again by a pair of hands.

The game opened his eyes and watched the back of Yatum leaving, his heart was beating violently again, and he reflexively reached out and grabbed Yatum's arm.

What is this jittery feeling of anxiety...

Why did I suddenly dream of Dia?

The game suddenly remembered that in his memory, Diabondo possessed a power comparable to one of the three gods.Bacula relied on it to defeat all the great priests and even Atum one by one.

Bakula said that the newly born Diabondo would still grow... So how strong is Diabondo now?

Is the power of the Great Priest alone really enough to resist?

If Bakula suddenly came to the palace to attack Atum...

But now Atum must be by his side to use magic power and summon monsters...

Just in case something happens in the middle of the night...

After thinking wildly for a while, the eyes of the young brother Wang rolled around like beads.

He pursed his lips, raised his head resolutely, and stared at the pharaoh who was looking down at him with his big violet eyes.

"Brother Wang, will you sleep with me at night?"

He said with a look of hope.

The author has something to say: Spread your hands, so Simon is not completely imaginary, but was misled by the omen of the flame.

And so the last soul shard came out...

PS: I have always felt that Bakula was the real protagonist 3000 years ago.

Has an extremely bitter past (being massacred in the village) and a humble status, as well as hidden power that is unnoticed. The bitter past forced out his potential power

At the same time, that bitter incident also allowed him to get the real growth-type beast (Diabondo)

Then go all the way to fight monsters and upgrade into the palace

After challenging each small boss (six priests)

The growth-type beast has grown to a mature type with eating experience, and Bakula keeps upgrading at the same time. Finally, Bakula, who has changed his job and reached the full level, can finally fight the ultimate boss (Pharaoh). The end result is that he successfully singled out the ultimate Boss, completed the main task of destroying Egypt...

This is such a perfect RPG-style game where the protagonist grows up by upgrading, fighting monsters and breaking through levels.

So in fact, the reason why Bakula succeeded in killing Pharaoh 3000 years ago was because he was the protagonist, and the reason why he failed after 3000 years was because the protagonist became a game.