Pharaoh

Chapter 219

The moment the Egyptian Pharaoh's feet hit the ground, the suspended upward airflow surrounding him dissipated, and the unfolded bright red cloak fell down softly.

The glowing golden building blocks floating on his chest suddenly lost their brilliance and fell down, and the boy king reached out and caught it in his hand.

He let out a breath, and the breath he exhaled blew the golden hair that was a little messy in front of his eyes.

He stared at the golden building blocks in his hands, his crimson eyes half-closed.

Summoning the Winged Dragon of Ra, one of the three phantom gods, exhausted most of his strength, and even let out a trace of mental fatigue.Simon is right, maybe he will be even stronger in the future, but for him now, controlling one is already the limit.

The young Pharaoh raised his head, and the messy blond hair on his forehead was lifted by a gust of wind and flew back, exposing his light brown forehead.

The pure gold headdress of the Eye of Horus fell off at some point in the chaotic battle just now, and at this moment, the golden rune of the Eye of Horus floating on his forehead has also disappeared without a trace.

He looked at the three loyal high priests kneeling at his feet, and raised his head to signal them to get up.

Although the thief king who had gained the power of the evil god had already been defeated, the matter was not over yet.At first glance, this messy Valley of the Kings is enough to cause headaches, and there are still many follow-up tasks to be dealt with. He must arrange manpower to rebuild the Valley of the Kings as soon as possible.

While briefly discussing these tedious matters with his High Priest, the young Pharaoh glanced nonchalantly from the corner of his eye to his right.

From a distance, he could see his younger brother standing next to the person with a face similar to his, leaning slightly.

The man seemed to have been seriously injured, and was sitting on the ground leaning against the rock wall, talking to his brother with his head up.

A hint of displeasure flashed across the young king's blushing pupils, and quickly hid in the depths of his eyes. The young Pharaoh turned his head, stopped looking there, and began to give orders to his great priests.

After saying a few words, the high priest Seth standing in front of him was frowning and wanted to say something, but suddenly his face changed, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout, but in the end he was so nervous that he couldn't even make a sound——

The young Pharaoh turned his head subconsciously.

The golden hair brushed the corners of his eyes, and the bright red pupils opened wide in an instant, like a flame burning to the extreme.

The black arrow of light that came from nowhere pierced the chest of the young prince standing on the cliff by the Nile River.

The distance was so far that there was no need to even reach out, and I could only watch the figure fall backwards into the wide and raging Nile.

His breath seemed to be frozen in his throat, and he held his breath for a while before vomiting it out.

He turned around and ran towards that side with big strides, but he couldn't see anything when he reached the edge of the Nile River cliff.

Standing on the edge of a high cliff and looking down, you can only see the surging waves beating the cliff.The wind blowing from the broad Nile River blew the bright red cloak behind the young king into the air, flying wildly like a cluster of burning flames.

His crimson pupils stared down at the waves of the Nile River beating against the cliff below with icy eyes, and his light brown hands clenched into fists.

The fist was clenched so tightly that the light brown skin on the knuckles turned white due to the lack of blood circulation.

"Seth, immediately dispatch the navy to look for it."

The young Pharaoh said, word by word, as if gritted his teeth fiercely in anger, still looking down high with hostile eyes.

Standing behind him, Mahat glanced at the back of Seth who was leaving quickly, frowned and swept around, his eyes fell on a stone sculpture with a wolf's head and a human body not far away.

Because it was in the groove of a huge underground cemetery gate, the stone sculpture of Anubis, the son of Osiris, the god of death, Anubis, who was not too big but looked extremely old, survived the melee just now.

Mahat walked over, stretched out his hand, and immediately frowned even more tightly.

"Mahart?"

The priestess who was also standing behind the king noticed Mahat's movement and came over and asked, "Isn't this the stone statue mechanism guarding the king's tomb..."

"'Death's Sigh'... I didn't expect this ancient curse magic to remain." Mahat frowned, "The dark power of the death of Osiris... is aimed at the soul instead of the body. The flame of death in the underworld attaches to the opponent and burns that person's soul little by little."

For the last sentence, Mahat glanced at the silent Pharaoh standing on the edge of the cliff, but he still didn't say it.

Even if Brother Wang is rescued from the Nile River in time, I'm afraid... this death magic cannot be solved at all.

He lowered his head, covering up the painful look in his eyes, and clenched his fingertips on the stone statue deeply, without even feeling that the sharp stone tip pierced his fingertips.

He had obviously come to the present point, and everyone survived with great difficulty, and he was delighted with this.

But why did it happen at the end——

The blood from Mahat's pierced finger seeped into the gap of the stone statue. He raised his head and looked at the tomb of the king who was supposed to protect the king, but accidentally injured the god Anubis, the descendant of the royal family. The stone statue just felt that the breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't breathe up and down.

His vision was gradually blurred, and even his thoughts were in a trance.

In a daze, he saw the stone statue shaking.

He thought it was because his vision became more and more blurred, but in the next second, the stone statue in front of him shook violently, and even the stone bow held by the stone statue burst into rubble and fell to the ground.

Mahat took a step back in astonishment, only to realize that it was not his illusion, the ground under his feet vibrated crazily at some point.

Seth, who was not far away before he had time to leave, also subconsciously stopped and looked over nervously.

The rubble on the edge of the cliff collapsed quickly, and countless rubble rolled down.

The young Pharaoh took a few steps back, retreating from the dangerous location. The cliff under his feet trembled violently, and several cracks had already burst from the edge, and quickly extended to the interior, opening a hideous giant mouth.

His chest felt hot, and he subconsciously looked down.

The golden building blocks that were hung on his chest again glowed amidst the loud shaking of the cliff.

Before he could react, countless fiery red rays of light that were as hot as flames pierced through the cracks in the ground under his feet, soaring into the sky.

For a moment, this cliff seemed to be surrounded by scorching flames and burned.

There was a loud buzzing sound of collapse on the cliff, as if something hidden in the depths of the cliff woke up and wanted to tear the cliff and rush to the sky.

Is there a monster under your feet? !

Although it was not as oppressive as the Pterodactylus pulled just now, the awakened breath of a powerful monster with great pressure came over.

The young king's blushing eyes once again glanced at the churning Nile River, and the hostility and anger in his eyes became even worse.

If this place collapses, I'm afraid the search and rescue work will be even more...

The fiery red light shining from the cliff seems to be the flame burning to the extreme, bursting suddenly.

A dragon chant pierced the earth, as if a fiery red dragon was born from the flames and soared into the sky among countless broken stones, and the huge flame wings spread out under the blue sky.

But beautiful and powerful it did not attract the attention of the young pharaoh.

Yatum only glanced at it, and in the next second, all his attention was in front of him.

A sun-like golden circle of light broke through the water of the Nile River, rose slowly in the air, and flew towards him.

Getting closer, the man holding his brother raised his head.

Under the blond hair that was also blown up by the air current, the dark purple pupils that seemed peaceful but sharp enough to have a courage not inferior to his looked at him.

Between the lightning and the flint, there seemed to be invisible things colliding violently in the air.

However, in this fierce collision that was almost painful, there was a strange feeling of seeing through each other in the depths of the soul.

Then, the person who had exactly the same appearance as himself except for the skin color fell in front of him.

Their gazes colliding with each other moved away almost at the same time, and fell on the same person again.

The king of Egypt closed his eyes, his peaceful expression seemed to be sleeping, and he breathed lightly.

However, a light arrow whose tip seemed to be a burning black flame pierced deeply into Wang Di's chest, signaling the crisis under the illusion of quietness.

Yatum subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull out the black flaming arrow, but the light brown hand just fell, but was stopped by the white hand.

He raised his head and looked at the other party with burning red pupils.

"The way to save him."

The Boy King didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the key issues.

Although he is very unhappy with the person holding his brother in front of him, the most important thing now is to find a way to save people.

"My magic power is not enough, you lend me."

It was like a tacit understanding of the fusion of souls. The moment Yatum asked that sentence, the other party spoke almost at the same time.

This wonderful sense of cross-penetration made Atum frowned uncomfortably. He said, "Magic power cannot be lent to others, but will backfire on itself."

The dark purple pupils glanced over, revealing a somewhat incomprehensible expression.

indeed.

The magic power must match the fluctuation of the soul, otherwise it will backfire on itself.

But that won't happen if he borrows his magic, after all they...

The boy king with purple pupils restrained himself, lowered his head, and pressed his fingertips on You Yu's chest.

A faint stream of light flashed across the imprint of the Talisman of Life.

[Black magician, black magician girl, answer me. 】

"Owner!"

"Owner--"

The man's thick voice and the girl's crisp voice sounded in his mind at the same time.

[There is no time to explain. 】

[This soul-devouring curse magic was cast on the partner. Because of the protection of the life talisman, the partner's soul was not eroded, but I don't know how long it can last. 】【You protect the souls of your partners. 】

The voices of the man and the girl sounded together in his mind again. After obeying his order, he quieted down and didn't contact him again. Obviously, he was devoting all his energy to guarding the game.

He opened his eyes, looked at the shining talisman of life, and frowned slightly.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

Although because of the power of the Talisman of Life, the game was temporarily out of the danger of death, but it was also because of this that it led to a worse situation.

What the arrow pierced was not the body but the soul. If you want to pull out the cursed arrow, you must let the soul of the game temporarily leave the body and pull out the arrow from the soul.

However, the power of the talisman of life is to ensure that the soul will not leave the body.

If this continues, the game may not be life-threatening, but it will never wake up.

Now the only thing that can suppress the power of the Talisman of Life is...'it'.

The golden building block has summoned the Winged Dragon just now, and it is impossible to activate it now.

If he wants to call 'it', he must find enough power to replace the golden building blocks.

Then we can only...

He raised his head and stared at him who was the Pharaoh 3000 years ago.

The young king's eyes were only looking at the game in his arms, but at this moment he seemed to be aware of his gaze, and immediately raised his head to meet his gaze.

He sent You You to the opponent's arms, the young king was taken aback for a moment, and immediately stretched out his hand to hug You.

He tore off the earring on his ear, and a deep bloodstain was drawn on his white ear because he pulled it too quickly.Then, he stretched out his hand, facing the other side.

The crimson pupils gave him a deep look, with a little doubt and a meaningful meaning.

Then, the beige hand reached out and shook his white hand.

Hands with the same slender lines and the same width, if you look closely, even the fine lines on the finger pads are the same, only the skin color is different.

The golden earrings that were lying quietly in the palm of the white left hand suddenly erupted with dazzling brilliance, and even the pure gold melted and disappeared in the blazing brilliance.

Two bright red flame-like traces floated on the palm, and suddenly melted into the white palm.

He let go of his hands and stood up, a whirlwind of strong air flowed from all directions, making his hair and clothes flutter endlessly.

He stood and looked up at the sky.

Two beams of brilliance, one blue and one purple, shot straight into the sky from his body, leaping towards the fiery red dragon that was circling and flying in the sky.

When the bright light dissipated, two giant dragons similar to it appeared beside the fiery red dragon.

Timaeus the blue--

Critius of Purple Joan—

Fiery Hynemos—

They spread their huge wings and hovered in the sky, connected end to end, and the arc of flight turned into a ring.

Then, the ring soaked in three colors was gradually dyed into a pure black color like the night sky.

"I will sacrifice the legendary three dragons Timaos, Kritiwos, and Hynemos, and abide by the new contract—"

The blond hair flew up, and the dark purple pupils peeking out from the hair looked at the sky with sharp eyes.

On the white forehead that was swept by golden hair from time to time, the golden pattern of the Eye of Horus shone with a dark golden light.

"Summon the sky dragon of Osiris to descend upon the earth!"

The bodies of the three dragons hovering in the sky shattered into countless tiny light spots, which melted together and turned into radiant black instead.

The ground trembled again.

The temple of Osiris in Lower Egypt far below the Nile River suddenly turned into night, but the night was bright and beautiful.

The panicked people crawled at the foot of the Osiris Temple, which was illuminated by the bright black streamer, and the panic gradually turned into the excitement of feeling the miracle.

They prayed devoutly for their faith and called for the protection of the Egyptian gods.

The Valley of the Kings plunged into the dark sky above.

A bright red like a precious jade emerges from the darkness, and the messenger of Hades descending from the black light like clouds spreads its wings, which are more red than the evening sun.

The sky dragon of Osiris.

It descended to the land of Egypt with the thunder and lightning that tore the earth so majestic and graceful, and the huge wings spread out seem to be dotted with flashing arcs.

Its inconceivably beautiful bright red hue is not possessed by the living, and it is the most gorgeous and noble color that only exists in the depths of the underworld.

It is suspended above the earth, and in the sky, it is bright red.

Even without the slightest movement, the oncoming pressure made it hard to breathe.

[Pharaoh who was resurrected from the underworld, why did you call me to the human world. 】

The bright red sky dragon turned its gigantic head, and looked down with eyes so bright that it was almost impossible to see the hue.

It stared deeply at the Pharaoh who called it back from the underworld.

Its voice sounded directly in the other party's mind, a voice that no one else could hear.

【You have violated the will of the great God Osiris and refused to make a new contract to become my master. 】【Now, why do you want to challenge the majesty of God again? 】

"I need your strength."

The pharaoh who was resurrected from the underworld stood, and the huge air current from the high altitude rushed over, and the corner of his clothes was ripped back violently.

He stood, looking at the sky with deep purple pupils, turning a blind eye to the coercive power released by the sky dragon.

"The power of life in the Talisman of Life can only be suppressed by the power of death in the underworld."

【...Are you ordering me? 】

"Yes."

He held his breath for a moment, and there was an almost unbearable silence between heaven and earth.

The anger of the God's messenger was enough to cause everything in Egypt to perish at this moment.

[As you wish, my master. 】

The only remaining three young people of blood in the Egyptian royal family suddenly floated up out of thin air and flew into the midair.

The bright red body of the dragon flew from the sky and surrounded the three of them.

The power of death from the underworld suppressed the power of the Talisman of Life, causing the soul of the Egyptian prince to faintly emerge from his body.

The white hand grabbed the black light arrow stuck in the soul chest of the younger brother Wang, trying to pull it out, but the black spot that had gradually eroded on his hand made the purple-eyed young king's arm tremble slightly, and he could only use his strength. Grit your teeth and try your best.

A light brown hand suddenly reached out from the other side and grabbed the vacant part of the black arrow.

Soon, black spots were gradually eroded by the breath of death on the light brown arms.

Although it was extremely difficult, the arrow still couldn't resist the two strong forces and was pulled out little by little.

The moment the arrow tip left his chest, the arrow turned into a black light and pierced the sky.

The ruby-like bright red wings spread out, and the black arc light was swirled in a different direction, and then swallowed by Olysses' sky dragon.

The dark power of death is poison to man, but delicious to it.

The sky dragon's red body circled in the sky again, and when it spread its wings across the sky covered by black brilliance, it gradually melted away.

Its gradually dissolving posture is still majestic and graceful.

【Please don't forget, my master, a new contract has been established...】

……

Perhaps only those who are familiar with it can get a glimpse of the cunning from its majesty if they listen carefully.

Once again, the person who was reminded by the voice from the depths of his mind let out a shallow muffled snort from his nose.

...This unpleasant personality is indeed learned from its creator Osiris.

The new owner of the sky dragon of Osiris hugged his partner who was safe and sound at the moment but sleeping peacefully, and uttered such a slander from the bottom of his heart.

He closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, and the golden pattern of the Eye of Horus on his forehead gradually dissipated.

When he opened his eyes again, his dark purple pupils were staring at the familiar immature face in his arms, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

The corners of the eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of the lips raised the softest arc.

"I'm back, buddy."

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