Pharaoh

The huge stone pillars at the end of the white lotus stand like soldiers on both sides of the vast palace. At the top of the hall, which is almost out of reach at a glance, the Egyptian pharaoh sits on a high throne.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and rested his left hand on the finely carved gold armrest to support his cheek, as if he was in a light sleep.

A golden light flashed across the forehead from the golden headpiece of the Eye of Horus.

The young pharaoh sat on the throne, motionless and breathing steadily.

With stern eyebrows and proud demeanor, it resembles the posture of a high and mighty god coming to the world.

He sat there, even if he was sleeping lightly with his eyes closed, no one could approach him half a step.

The young king brother stretched out his hand in the direction of the young king who was clearly located at the other end of the empty and spacious hall, but for some reason seemed to be at the other end that he couldn't even reach out.

He ran forward, his pure golden forehead hair brushed against his light purple pupils, and the light shadow flashed past.

When he took another step forward, an inexplicable and strange feeling flowed through his whole body from head to toe like an electric shock.

Even though there was nothing in front of him, the feeling was like a strange feeling that he had smashed through some soft membrane.

That uncomfortable strange feeling made Yu Yu subconsciously stop, looking down at his hands.

He suddenly found that the light here didn't seem to be as bright and incandescent as the place he was just now, making him even unclear about himself.

At this moment, he could clearly see his hands and feet and the huge stone pillar carved with exquisite runes standing beside him.

The game vaguely guessed that this place and the place he was in a second ago should not be the same illusion.

It was as if the illusion he was in now was surrounded by a bigger illusion.

But perhaps here is the key to breaking the illusion.

The king of Egypt raised his head and looked at the pharaoh sitting on the throne at the end of the distant hall.

He walked forward, his footsteps were very light, as if he was afraid that the sound of slightly heavier footsteps would break the front, wondering if it was the existence of phantoms.

He clenched the hand by his side tightly, and there was a nervous expression on that immature face.

There was no sound above the main hall, and it was completely silent, but the empty space gave people a strong sense of oppression.

It was more like the silent oppressive feeling that the sleeping pharaoh on the throne at the end of the hall gave below.

Seeing the familiar figure of the boy king in front of him getting closer and closer, Yuyou took a tight breath.

He opened his eyes wide, not even daring to blink.

Just a few more steps, just a few more steps forward...

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous, stop—"

Just when there were tens of meters away from the throne, the shouts that suddenly resounded through the hall startled the game, whose nerves had stretched to the limit.

He was stunned to see countless palace guards rushing out of the shadows behind the huge pillars on both sides.

Countless intertwined sharp spears intertwined in front of him and blocked him.

Frightened, Yu You subconsciously took a step back in front of the gleaming weapon, and a strong force came from behind to lock his shoulder.

His knees were kicked hard and he fell to his knees on the ground, and the force on his shoulders was also hardened at this moment, causing him to fall forward and fall to the ground.

Yu Yu fell heavily to the ground, his arm was rubbed against the stone and it was painful.

Then, when he knelt down on his knees, put his hands on the ground and raised his head, the sharp sword blades resting on his neck made him dare not move an inch.

He could only maintain a kneeling posture in embarrassment, with his elbows resting on the ground, and the blade pressed against his neck forced him to bow his head on the ground.

The sound of footsteps coming from the front stopped in front of him.

"Is it an assassin?"

When someone came to ask the guards like this, the familiar voice made Yu Yu's shoulders tremble slightly.

Mahat...

"No, it doesn't look like an assassin..." You Yu heard one of the guards beside him put a sword against his neck and replied, "It doesn't look like it has the power to hurt anyone. It's probably just a lowly commoner who broke into the palace."

"Even ignorant civilians can break into the palace and get close to the Pharaoh, so the unimaginable thing is not caused by the incompetence of you, the head of the guard!"

Priest Mahat reprimanded the chief guard mercilessly. It seemed that he was quite annoyed that someone could break into this place and almost walked to the pharaoh's side.

The chief guard listened to the priest's reprimand with his head down and his face flushed. He couldn't argue.

After Mahat reprimanded him severely and ordered him to rectify the guard situation, he turned and looked up at the young king sitting on the throne.

The young Pharaoh had already opened his fiery red pupils, and the noise from below woke him up from his light sleep, with a somewhat displeased expression in his handsome eyebrows.

He glanced coldly at the thin young man who was kneeling on the ground under the pressure of his guards, and passed by indifferently.

"Put him to death."

The young king's deep and powerful voice echoed throughout the hall.

Following the pharaoh's order, the guards below reached out and grabbed You Yu's arm to lift him up from the ground, trying hard to take him down.

Yu You, who hadn't thought that he would be treated like this, struggled in panic, but the hand that was holding him was like iron tongs, making it impossible for him to break free.

"Brother Wang? Mahat?!"

He yelled loudly, trying to get the attention of those above him.

But it was of no use, the two people above seemed not to have heard his call at all.

He was forcefully grabbed and dragged out, and he still had to be dragged away under staggering steps.

He struggled hard again, turned around, was shoved hard by the impatient guards around him, and almost fell down again.

The moment he turned his head, his eyes happened to meet Mahat who was frowning.

The high priest who was originally unhappy was stunned for a moment when he saw half of Yu Yu's side face, and he reacted in the next second and immediately took a step forward.

"and many more!"

Shouting, Mahat stopped the guards and turned around in bewilderment.

"Mahart."

The young king's deep and majestic voice came from the high throne.In a cold voice, he asked his high priest why he challenged his orders and authority.

"Wang, that person seems to be..."

Mahat explained in a panic, but he didn't know where to start, so he turned around and gave the order to the guards again.

"Bring him here!"

The guards who didn't know why looked at each other, but seeing that the king didn't repel the high priest, they returned to the throne with the game.

They forced the game to kneel on the ground again, and then knelt down themselves.

They bowed their heads reverently at the feet of the king of Egypt, so that they could not see the faces of the game facing the pharaoh and the great priest.

Mahat looked at the thin boy who thought he was an assassin, his eyes were full of astonishment.

Why does this humble commoner have such a similar face to the king?

He stared blankly at the familiar but slightly immature face, his mind froze for a moment.

The young pharaoh who was sitting on the throne suddenly stood up, and he went down.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in this empty and silent hall, the crimson cloak fluttered behind him, and the pure golden gold earrings swayed a golden light on his light brown cheeks.

He walked in front of You Yu and half-kneeled on the ground.

He bent down slightly, and his bright red cloak was scattered on the bluestone ground.

He stretched out his hand, pinched Yugi's chin with light brown fingers and raised his head.

The young king frowned and looked at this immature face that was too similar to his own. There was no wave in the depths of the bright red icy pupils, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Brother Wang..."

Does he not recognize him?

Yu Yu, who was forcibly pressed down by the guards and knelt on the ground, was lifted up by Yatum so forcefully at this moment that he could only make these two sounds from his choked throat.

He saw the young king looking at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Are you dumb?"

asked the young Pharaoh.

Because he saw the boy's lips trying to open and close, and his throat was also moving.The boy's movements seemed to be talking, but he didn't hear a single sound coming from those moving lips.

"Brother Wang?"

Yugi yelled again, he didn't understand why Atum looked at him like he was looking at a stranger, and even asked such a strange question.

"...Mahart?"

This time, he amplified his voice as much as possible.

But it still doesn't seem to work.

Be it Atum, or Mahat, even the group of attendants who suppressed him, they couldn't hear him at all.

He looked blankly at Brother Wang who was looking at him with extremely strange and cold eyes at this moment, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"king."

The voice of the great priest Mahat at the side broke the silence in the hall, and he walked to the side of the young king.

"What to do with this..."

Although he was just a commoner, Mahat still felt a little awkward watching the person with this face being killed.

The young Pharaoh let go of his hand, allowing Yuyu's jaw to hit the ground heavily before he could react.

He stood up, glanced casually at You You who was forced to crouch under his feet, and quickly looked away.

"Degraded to slavery."

After saying a word, he paused.

If this slave is sent out casually, some people are likely to use this face similar to his own to stir up trouble.

It must be kept close by and under supervision.

Thinking of this, the Boy King gave the order again.

"Send it to me."

The young pharaoh turned and walked to the other side, his bright red cloak fluttering behind him, and then slowly fell down.

Youyou managed to raise his head, the sharp pain from his jaw hitting the bone made his violet pupils watching the Pharaoh's leaving back appear a little hazy with a shallow watery light.

His lips moved, but he still didn't try to shout out again.

He knew it was futile, no one could hear him here...