Pharaoh

The old high priest looked at the sky, and a trace of black mist that ordinary people couldn't see diffused from the other side of the Valley of the Kings.

He clenched his fingers holding the scepter a little tighter, and his eyes showed a solemn look.

As the high priest of the sun god Ra's light, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing the light mist gradually dissipate to the outside of the Valley of the Kings, the fingertips of his clenched scepter trembled because of being too nervous.

A floating light suddenly flashed across the air, still a barrier of white light that ordinary people cannot see, it flashed in an arc, blocking back the black mist that was about to spread.

Simon, who was standing at the entrance of the Valley of the Kings, had a relieved expression in his eyes, and his tightly clenched fingers eased a little.

Fortunately, the enchantment of the Valley of the Kings has not been completely destroyed.

It will prevent the spread of the mist that invades people's inflated desires, exposes all kinds of ugliness, and finally pulls people to the dark side.

If the black mist is allowed to float out, the entire people of Egypt will be dominated by darkness from now on.

Simon couldn't imagine how terrible the situation Egypt would be in by then.

He walked towards a huge stone monument that stood at the entrance of the Valley of the Kings.

The huge and complex runes carved on the stone tablet as tall as a tower shone with a light-colored shimmer that only the priests could see.

Streams of light passed over the stone tablet, and in sync with them were arcs of light that kept flashing to stop the black mist from spreading.

Simon walked up to the stele and thrust the long scepter in his hand heavily in front of him.

He raised his head and looked at the other end of the Valley of the Kings from a distance.

Although the younger brother has already returned to that end, Simon still has a vague uneasiness in his heart.

Will things really go that smoothly?

He couldn't be sure.

The Pharaoh uses the power of the Talisman of Life sleeping in the soul of the king's brother as a 'key' to use a huge magic power.

Magic power needs to be manipulated by the soul.

Power and keys, if either party is unwilling to open their souls to the other, then...

"My lord, do you really want to send my brother to Lower Egypt?"

"...You should know that it's useless for him to stay."

A few days ago, he and Wang had the above conversation.

No, it shouldn't be that far.

Or maybe he's just thinking too much.

Simon shook his head, withdrew his gaze from a distance, and clenched the long scepter in front of him with both hands.

He closed his eyes and began to pray, and transmitted the power of prayer to the rune stone to enhance the power of the enchantment, in order to make it last longer and block the deceptive black mist.

At the very least, he will try his best not to let the barrier disappear before the battle that determines the fate of Egypt is over.

Whether as the high priest of Ra or as a member of the Egyptian royal family, this is his unshirkable responsibility!

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There are ruins and broken pillars, and gravel is everywhere.

The depths of the once magnificent and gorgeous Valley of the Kings are now a mess.

The torn and broken altar, the huge stone pillars that collapsed in all directions, and the originally brilliant granite ground opened countless ugly cracks like dry and cracked land.

Most of the cliffs where the tombs of the pharaohs of the past dynasties were buried collapsed, and the gravel rolled all over the ground. Occasionally, the sacrificial objects shining with golden light could be seen among them.

They are so delicate and precious, if they are in normal times, they will definitely attract everyone's attention.

However, in the current tragic situation, no one has the heart to look at them any more.

The huge and hideous cracks that opened up on the ground have already swallowed up countless lives, and under the huge rubble or collapsed cliffs, there are bloody and broken limbs everywhere.

Human life under the ravages of monsters is like a little fire under the wind, which will be extinguished with a light tap.

In this tomb, only a few of the most elite guards are still alive.

The Pharaoh of Egypt suddenly raised his long sword, and the sharp cold sword that cut iron like mud cut open the huge boulder flying from the sky.

The heavy blow of the black snake tail that came down immediately after that was still held in the air by the long sword that Yatum slanted backhanded.

The moment he jumped back and landed, there was a sound of cracking, and the sharp sword in Atum's hand had shattered into countless fragments shining with metallic brilliance.

The young king groaned angrily from the depths of his throat, and threw away the shattered waste sword in his hand with a wave of his hand.

"king!"

The sudden jet of black flames landed on the guard who threw himself in front of Yatum to block the flames. The guard let out a miserable howl and was burned to ashes in an instant.

The flame sprayed by the snake monster Diabondo was stopped by the priestess who raised her hand in time to support the golden shimmer.

However, the arc-shaped golden mask protecting everyone was shaking violently and painfully under the attack of the black flames. Isis's beautiful face was even paler at this moment, and her slender arms were tense and trembling. Terribly.

At the end of resisting this flame attack, the shield of light shattered into countless fine light spots at the last second, scattered around the surrounding area that was gradually swallowed by the black mist.

The silky long black hair flew in the air like filaments, exposing the Priestess's slender, and at this moment, even more frail shoulders in the air.

Isis' breathing was heavy, and there was a look of pain on her face, her sweat-soaked black hair was messily stuck to her pale cheeks, and she tried her best to push her hands to the ground to get up, But after all, he could only lie on the ground and gasp for breath.

"Quick... Wang, please leave quickly..."

In the space of almost overdrafted breathing, she managed to make a weak sound.

"Can't go."

The bright red pupils and the violent eyes of the snake monster in the distance looked at each other, and the young Pharaoh, who was as courageous as the other party, said that the answer was simple and clear.

He knew very well in his heart that the monster had already stared at him to death.

"Protect the great priest and retreat."

He stretched out his hand and issued such an order to the remaining guards around him.

Then, he casually snatched a long sword from one of the guards beside him, and suddenly leaped forward, leaving his guards behind.

The ground under his feet trembled and burst into cracks due to the rampage of the snake demon, and the surrounding peaks and cliffs kept rolling down gravel, or collapsing and collapsing.

The golden building block on Yatum's chest shook, and a stream of light flashed faintly.

If we can get rid of the guy who controls the monsters...

Yatum thought, while avoiding the snake demon's attacks that killed him one after another, he glanced at the gray-haired man standing on the snake demon's shoulder from the corner of his eye.

At that glance, it happened to meet the blood-red pupils of the other party's ruthless gaze.

The corners of the thief king's lips raised a high arc, causing the scar on his cheek to twist badly. Then, the golden key on Bakula's chest suddenly flashed a golden light covered with blood.

The invisible mud that suddenly appeared in the air made the young pharaoh's vigorous pace suddenly stagnate, and the black mist chasing behind him eroded like a shadow.

The huge broken rock rolled down from the cracked cliff in front of him rolled down, and at the same time, it splashed fine gravel all the way and pressed down on him, forcing him to turn around, and even lowered his speed when he changed direction.

At the same time, the strange black flames spewed out from the snake demon's mouth seemed to have counted on his movements and struck violently.

Trying his best to reverse the direction again, the almost impossible action caused Atum's body to lose his balance and fall to one side.

The young king, who had just been forced to turn away from the track crushed by the boulder, was leaning in mid-air, completely unable to control his body movements, and could only watch helplessly at the black flame that was enough to burn his entire body to death at this moment. come face to face--

The cyan whirlwind that seemed to be formed by the clear water of the Nile River suddenly exploded around Yatum.

The tornado spiraled up and spread out in all directions, crushing the crises coming from three sides at the same time in just a moment.

The young pharaoh raised his head, and what was reflected in his crimson pupils was the figure of a girl in a blue and white robe floating in front of him.

The girl in Qingkong turned around and glanced at him with a sweet smile on her face.

Then, she raised the magic wand in her hand, and the cyan halo that originally only covered her and Atum suddenly expanded several times with her movements, blocking the black mist and flying gravel from the halo.

"Brother Wang—"

A call from the sky made the corners of the young Pharaoh's eyes twitch slightly. He raised his head and looked at the hand extended to him by the brother Wang who was flying over in the arms of the silent swordsman.

In the Valley of the Kings, which was obscured by the light black mist and became more and more hazy, the complex look under the bright red eyes was completely hidden in the shadows.

Mahat, who watched Wang's younger brother walking in front of Wang from a distance, heaved a sigh of relief.

At that moment just now, when he caught up with Wang Di and saw Wang Di slashing at his foot with a short sword, his heart almost stopped when his heart twitched, and he flew over before he had time to think about it.

When rushing over, he hugged Brother Wang tightly to restrain the opponent's arms, and because of inertia, the two of them fell to the ground and rolled, hitting a huge rock wall before stopping.

Mahat, who was a meat pad, was terrified by that bump.

Although he is one of the most powerful priests, he is not good at this kind of heavy physical work at all.

After stopping Wang Di's reckless behavior, Mahat released Wang Di's seal.

To be exact, he did not have the power to break the seal, something that only the pharaoh and the two high priests could do.

All he can do right now is to use a special method to temporarily transfer that seal to himself.

Anyway, even if his magic power is sealed now, it doesn't matter. In this situation, he can't help the king at all.

Facts have proved that his actions are completely correct.

The king brother who summoned the monster not only protected the king at the critical moment, but also went to the king's side immediately by virtue of the power of the monster.

All right.

Mahart thought.

Then there will be no problem.

In this world, there is no existence stronger than the king.

Thinking this way, he shook his body kneeling on the ground with force, and a darkness hit him before his eyes, causing his body to fall forward and he had to support the ground with his hands.

The sequelae of forcibly transferring the seal of power stronger than his own brought a heavy burden to his body that had lost all magic power at the moment. The black mist that spread over invaded his defenseless body, and the bursts of blackness in front of him made him almost To be out of breath.

Mahat's arm on the ground trembled, and he managed to straighten up, trying to stand up unsteadily.

He straightened up a little, but suddenly he swayed forward and fell headfirst to the ground, and he didn't move again.

"...Brother Wang."

Put down by the silent swordsman, the young prince's breathing was a little short. The huge power he had just consumed made his steps a little unsteady.

But when he saw Atum, who was sitting on the ground but not hurt much, he had a relieved look on his face.

The silent swordsman standing behind him watched with some concern as his master wobbled unsteadily before rushing forward impatiently. After all, he didn't stop him but followed silently behind him.

Yuyu walked up to Atum, half-kneeled down, watching the light and shadow in the depths of Atum's violet pupils swaying slightly.

He opened his lips, but hesitated to speak.

He stretched out his hand, moved forward, and hugged his brother Wang's neck.

His forehead rested on the other's shoulder, and his hands were tightly hugged, as if unwilling to let go.

But a pair of strong hands held his shoulders, pulled his body back, and separated the distance from each other.

The young brother Wang raised his head, and looked at the pair of bright red pupils looking at him with cold eyes, the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment.

Closing his eyes and opening them again, he raised his hands and held Atum's right hand.

He lowered his head, gently pressed his forehead against the light brown fingers, and tried hard to hold back the sore corners of his eyes.

"I'll go," Yugi whispered, "after this is settled." After seeing that you're safe.

The young Pharaoh hesitated for a moment, but this time, he didn't push his younger brother away.

The held hand also held the other's hand after a moment of hesitation.

On the golden building blocks hanging down on his chest, a stream of light flashed faintly, getting brighter and brighter, and it was suspended with a thin golden rope.

In just a moment, the floating light around it suddenly shattered and dispersed, and the golden building block fell down again, hanging in mid-air and shaking weakly, the golden edge brightly reflected Yu Yu's stunned face.

Youyou's right hand was pressed against the place on his chest where the talisman of life was imprinted. That place was so quiet that it made him flustered.

"why……"

Compared to the astonished expression of the king's brother, the pharaoh's face did not show the slightest emotion.

It was as if he had foreseen this ending from the beginning.

[Souls that refuse to open to each other and cannot communicate with each other cannot be bridges of power and keys. 】Heart and soul are too mysterious existences, and whether they are open or not can't be controlled by themselves.

In many cases, the thing a person can't control the most is himself.

The flaming jewel-like pupils stared at the younger brother who was pressing the imprint on his chest with a panicked expression, and there was almost a trace of pain passing through the depths of his eyes with undetectable fluctuations.

The young pharaoh tried to stand up with one hand on the ground, but he turned his head to the side, and his eyes no longer fell on the younger brother.

He glanced at the game, and his eyes became cold again.

Opening his mouth as if about to say something, Atum suddenly changed his face and stretched out his hand.

The boy king stretched out his hand at lightning speed and pushed the younger brother in front of him back.

Unprepared, Yugi was pushed back by this strong force and fell down a few steps, and Yatum also leaned backward because of the reaction force——

The blood-colored golden light pierced the ground like a sharp blade, breaking a hideous and narrow gap in the ground.

It happened to split between the young king and his younger brother obliquely like a sharp blade coming from bottom to top. While breaking through the cyan circle of light, it also split the silent magician who was caught off guard in half.

Before the magical girl could utter an exclamation, she was already scattered like bubbles in a strange black-red light.

The blade of the blood-golden light passed in front of the young king who was pushed back but was unable to retreat in the future because he pushed his younger brother. touched the boy king's chest.

Bright red blood splashed in the air, and the thin golden rope around the young king's neck was also cut at this moment.

The string that tied him was broken, and the golden building block leaped into the air due to inertia, drew an arc, fell to the rough ground, rolled and stopped.

The young pharaoh is lying on the ground with a cleavage wound extending from the right side of the waist up to the right shoulder with deep bone visible.

Blood trickled out from under him, and soon soaked the gray-black earth full of gravel.

He fell on the ground and seemed to have lost his voice.

A figure flew over from a distance.

The Thief King's gray hair was scattered on his dark brown cheeks in a wild posture, and he landed beside the Pharaoh and laughed loudly.

The insolent laugh distorted the deep scar on his cheek even more, and made his face even more hostile.

The slender eyelashes of the prostrate Pharaoh suddenly moved, turned his head sideways, propped up his body and stood up.He stood firmly, and there was no sign of pain and weakening on his blood-stained face. His bright red and cold pupils met the blood-red pupils of the Thief King.

Even at a disadvantage, he still has an aggressive and unrelenting momentum.

He stood, even though he was covered in blood, he was still an arrogant pharaoh.

That still high-ranking attitude seemed to have annoyed Bakula, he stopped laughing, and a cold look gradually emerged from his blood-red eyes.

He suddenly tore off the golden key from his chest and threw it over. The golden key emitted a golden light with a blood-red hue, suspended in the sky above Atum, and enveloped his whole body.

Then, following its master's will, it took the pharaoh and flew towards the snake demon that was still raging not far away.

If the Pharaoh's powerful soul was swallowed up, Diabondo would have a more powerful power that the world could no longer match.

Thinking of this, Bakula let out a cold snort.Then, he turned his head, and his blood-red pupils looked at the golden building blocks that fell aside, with fiery eyes flashing.

Proof of the Pharaoh of Egypt, now at his feet!

He walked over and bent down to pick up the treasure of the Egyptian royal family, with a proud expression on his face, but it seemed to be mixed with resentment that was almost vented.

The next second, the expression on his face changed suddenly, revealing a trace of surprise, he threw out the golden building block in his left hand.

His face darkened, and he looked down at his left hand, which was gradually shrinking due to the curse of darkness.He gritted his teeth and expended a great deal of strength to expel the cursed aura of darkness that was stronger than him from his body.

Bakula stared bitterly at the golden building blocks under his feet, and raised his hand to emit a black-red light, as if wanting to smash it into pieces.

A gust of hurricane hit from behind, Bakula turned his head sharply, quickly floated backwards, and dodged sideways.

A giant sword as tall as a man fell from the sky and hit the place where he was standing just now, smashing the ground to pieces.

The young brother Wang who was pushed away in time without being hurt fell on the ground, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood as if he had been hit hard at the moment the silent magician was defeated, and a strange bright red hue was rolling on his paper-white face.

He raised his head, just in time to see the golden key flying away taking away the pharaoh shrouded in blood-red golden light.

You Yu struggled to stand up, took a step towards the chasing footsteps ahead, and fell to the ground again after his knees softened.

Panting heavily and looking up, he watched Yatum being brought to Diabondo by the golden key, and held in the palm of Diabondo's outstretched claws.

He opened his mouth to shout, but a burst of hot liquid surged up his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

He coughed twice in pain, and when he raised his head again, he saw Bakula walking towards the golden building blocks on the ground not far away.

"Silent Swordsman!"

The Silent Swordsman's attack prevented Bakura from destroying the golden building blocks, and forced him to retreat.

Even though his steps were unsteady, Yu Yu tried his best to stagger and walk over.

Kneeling in front of the golden building block on weak knees, You Yu reached out to pick it up and hugged it into his arms.

He hugged him tightly, and the violet eyes peeking out from the gap in the golden forehead stared at Bakula not far ahead with undisguised anger.

The thief king looked at his Egyptian brother with blood red eyes, and a cold smile appeared on his dark brown face.

His body suddenly floated backwards, turned and flew towards his extremely powerful monster.

The pharaoh of Egypt, imprisoned in illusion by the power of his golden key, his unconscious body has fallen into the claws of his monster.

The other great priests were either unconscious or overwhelmed.

As long as he gave an order, Diabondo could easily tear the pharaoh's body to pieces.

Even without the proof of the king of Egypt, he is still the most powerful controller between heaven and earth!

He flew back to the snake demon's shoulder, and looked at the younger brother who had stood up from a distance, his blood-red pupils burned with bloody light at that moment.

The black-red light containing the powerful power of the snake demon penetrated the earth, like a ferocious beast with sharp teeth, transformed into a giant snake made of burning black flames, and rushed towards the king of Egypt.

"Owner!"

The silent swordsman, who loyally guarded his master, raised his giant sword aloft, blocking the fierce blow with all his strength.

At the last second, the loyal swordsman's body was pierced through the air, and it was instantly shattered.

The remaining aftermath exploded on the ground, causing the high ground to collapse and shatter.

The body that once again endured the backlash from being defeated by the monster seems to have reached its limit, and it can no longer move the slightest.

The game fell down with the collapsing rubble under his feet, his face was in a trance, his eyes turned to Yatum who was caught in the hands of Diabondo in the distance, the blood oozing from the corner of his lips slipped across his chin, dripping Falling.

I don't know if it's because of the barrier created by countless broken stones and dust flying in front of his eyes, or because the body that seems to have gradually broken down has lost feeling, his vision gradually blurred.

In his arms, he held tightly the golden building blocks that revealed a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Brother Wang...

"game!"

The familiar voice awakened his nearly lost consciousness at the last second.

The weightless body that fell into the air mixed with countless rubble was not buried in the collapsing rubble.

The person who appeared suddenly leaped forward, and found his figure in the crevice of the gravel.

He hugged him tightly, walked through the falling boulders, and finally escaped from the collapsed high ground and landed in a safe place on the other side.

The visitor raised his head and looked at the huge snake demon shrouded in black mist in the distance.

Hugging the person in his arms tightly, pure golden forehead hair brushed against the white cheeks, and a sharp gleam flashed deep in the deep purple pupils.

"Timaeus—"