Pharaoh

The skylight was wide open, and the fine moonlight sprinkled soft light all over the place.

The boy king with purple pupils was sitting sideways on the window sill, the moonlight fell on his white cheek on the right side, the brilliance refracted by the golden hair on his cheek made his handsome profile look softer.

The left hand hidden in the shadow unconsciously moved the golden eye on the chest, casually resting on the elbow of the right arm on the knee of the right leg bent on the window sill, the pure gold armband flashed pure golden light .

"Owner."

Suddenly, a pink girl with a sweet smile appeared beside him, interrupting his contemplation.

Holding the wand and floating around the master, the black magician girl looked at him with big eyes blinking, and tilted her head slightly to show a puzzled expression.

"What are you thinking, master?"

Even though the matter is almost settled, why does the master still seem to be preoccupied?

Glancing sideways at the black magician girl, he turned his head again and looked at the endless Nile River outside the window.

"...I just feel that things are going too smoothly."

The black magician girl blinked, unable to guess what her master was thinking.

"Isn't this bad? If Bakula is dead, the master and that 'master' will be fine~~"

"It's not bad."

Her master glanced at her again, laughed, let go of the left hand holding the golden eye, and put it on the right hand casually.

The wind blowing from the surface of the Nile brought the blond hair across the white cheeks, and the deep purple pupils revealed from the gaps in the blond hair stared at the sparkling water of the Nile, revealing a flash of restlessness .

He whispered, "I just don't think it's that simple."

He has done many things before, in order to change the future.

But every time he tried his best to change the future, the trajectory of fate would be on the right track again in another way.

[The torrent of the river of fate will not change direction. 】

……

Even if Bakula is dead.

However, the death of the Pharaoh, the decline of Egypt, the fall of darkness...how could these destined trajectories be changed so easily?

If everything is really over, then why is there a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Why would he think of that day when he left the underworld, and the hidden in the darkness of the god of the underworld, Osiris, had a meaningful smile on his lips.

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In the dark courtyard, the swaying flames from the tall lampposts illuminated the figures of the group of people in the courtyard.

Priest Seth briefly flipped through the stack of signed papyrus, then turned around and handed it to the attendant behind him.

Under the headdress of the pure golden Eye of Horus, the gaze from the crimson pupil moved away from the stack of papyrus and landed on the high priest, asking his high priest if he had any other important matters. .

Seth shook his head, then bowed slightly, showing off the Pharaoh's posture respectfully.

After raising his head to signal, the young Pharaoh turned around and was about to leave.

The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the corridor, and it seemed chaotic due to the large number of people coming and rushing.

Atum and Seth subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound of footsteps, and saw Mahat running towards this side with a large number of guards.

Mahat's face was originally extremely ugly, tense and full of anxiety, but at the moment when he saw the young Pharaoh, he immediately relaxed.

"king--"

He shouted loudly, paused, raised his hand to signal the large number of soldiers behind him to stop so as not to run into the queen, and then walked quickly.

Stepping out of the long corridor, the bright moonlight fell on his face, and everyone clearly saw the undisguised expression of relief on Mahat's face.

"Great, we caught up!" Mahat, who rushed to the boy king in one breath, took a deep breath, with a happy expression on his face, and a smile appeared on his face that was tense just now, "Are you planning to go back to the dormitory?"

Looking at Mahat's appearance, the young pharaoh frowned.

"what happened?"

There was a tinge of displeasure in Atum's voice.

Obviously he was dissatisfied with the flustered and hasty behavior of his great priest just now.

"Uh, excuse me..." Mahat, who realized that his behavior was extremely disrespectful, adjusted his rapid breathing to calm himself down.

The only thing that could make the high priest panic was only things related to the pharaoh. When he saw that the pharaoh was safe and sound, Mahat quickly turned back to the calm and calm high priest he used to be.

He bowed his head and replied respectfully, "The assassin captured in the afternoon just confessed that he has two accomplices, and it is very likely that he has sneaked into the king's bedroom to harm you, so I just heard Isis say that you want to go back to the bedroom Rest came in a hurry, but luckily you haven't..."

The originally relaxed tone was full of surprise in the next second.

"Wait a minute! Wang—?"

The dark purple cloak that flew up because of the sudden and sharp turn of the master passed by the astonished High Priest Mahat.

Before everyone could react, the back of the young pharaoh who suddenly turned around and left at an extremely fast speed was about to disappear into the shadow of the distant corridor.

Mahat looked at Seth inexplicably, with a puzzled look on his face.

After being startled, Seth immediately reacted, and his face suddenly changed.

"Okay! Brother Wang——"

"what?"

Two young maids stood quietly at the door of the pharaoh's bedroom, waiting for the pharaoh's return.

When they saw the figure of the king in the distance, the two looked at each other in surprise, not only because they did not see the attendants who were supposed to follow behind the king, but also because of the rushing gesture of the Pharaoh.

But even though they were surprised in their hearts, they still didn't dare to neglect at all, quickly went up to them, lowered their heads and knelt on the ground, waiting for the king's order before getting up.

But the moment they knelt down and bowed their heads, they could only see the pure gold ornaments on their king's ankles passing by their eyes, and a gust of wind brushed against their cheeks, making it painful.

The maids looked at each other, and after a long hesitation, they stood up hesitantly and ran towards the direction where the pharaoh was leaving.

Not long after they left, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from afar from the other end of the corridor.

The Egyptian priests, who were a step behind, had already rushed to the king's bedroom with their guards.

Disregarding others, the young pharaoh passed by the maids outside the room.

He rushed forward in a hurry, and stepped across the outer room of the half-open bedroom, with a trace of anxiety in his crimson eyes.

The dark purple cloak swept over the door, and then went straight to the inner room like a gust of wind.

Without taking a breath, the beige hand eagerly stretched forward and pushed open the door of the inner room.

His white shoe was stained red by blood spattered by his right foot as he slammed into the room, and a few drops splashed onto the pure gold jewelry on his calf.

The moonlight as fine as silver sprinkled the young Pharaoh's face all over the sky.

It fell into the depths of the crimson pupils that suddenly widened to the limit, as if igniting the hottest flame in his eyes.

The figure of his younger brother reflected in the crimson pupils seemed to be surrounded by a cluster of bright red flames.

He stood at the door with half of his body still outside the door.

His lips were slightly parted, but he couldn't make a sound due to excessive astonishment.

The body of a young man was crawling at the feet of the young king, half of the severed neck made the junction of the man's head and torso present a twisted and strange arc.

The still warm bright-colored liquid flowing from the half-severed neck was still dripping, converging into a pool of shallow blood on the bluestone ground.

The front half of the young Pharaoh's right foot stepped in this pool of blood, and the bright red spread from his toes, and gradually dyed to the back half of the shoe.

On the gold ornaments on the calf, there are some unusually dazzling bright blood stains.

The faint flames on the ornate columns in the room danced and wobbled in his wide-open bright red pupils.

The boy king's expression was as cold as a statue standing at the door, he gritted his teeth slowly, and stared ahead with a sharpness that could penetrate everything in his cold eyes.

His younger brother stood there sideways.

On the balcony facing the river, looking at the farthest end of the beautiful Nile scenery, you can see the line connecting the water and the sky hidden in the darkness.

A bright full moon hangs high in the quiet night sky.

The silvery moonlight fell on the almost transparent soft snow-white gauze on the balcony.

The graceful figure when flying up makes people can't help but want to reach out to hold it up. The shocking bright red tone under the snow-white tulle is even more dazzling under the bright moonlight——

The young king of Egypt stood there, perhaps the left half of his face exposed to the moonlight was bright, but from Atum's line of sight, he could only see the abnormally blurry right half of the game hidden in the shadows. cheek.

The bright moonlight that shone over stretched the sideways shadow of Brother Wang, and the edge almost touched the toe of the young king's half stepping into the pool of blood.

A golden string stretched out from the shadow, and the pure gold ring shrouded in the shadow occasionally flashed a light in the darkness.

There was a gentle breeze, and the silky snow-white tulle flitted past the young Wangdi's side softly as it flew up.

Brother Wang stood there with a calm and quiet posture, and raised his white left hand to press the face of the man kneeling at his feet.

The man's face was convulsed and horribly convulsed because of the extreme fright, his teeth were trembling and the knocking sound was extremely ear-piercing in this quiet room.

Brother Wang's non-threatening left hand, which can be described as slender compared to him, just lightly pressed his face, but he didn't dare to move.

A sword was stuck obliquely not far from him, but let alone take it, he didn't even have the courage to look at it.

He just raised his head, and through the gap between the fingers pressed on his face, the pair of pupils that were widened to the extreme looked at the figure in front of him who was only as tall as the most terrifying existence in the world. half of his teenage years.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to shout, but he was so frightened that he couldn't even make a sound.

He knelt at Brother Wang's feet, his tall body shrunk into a ball, trembling in a mess.

Suddenly, the white fingers pressing on his face moved slightly.

The moment the man's convulsive and distorted expression froze because of being too frightened, his whole head suddenly popped and exploded.

Blood splattered everywhere, and white brains spilled all over the floor.

The young brother Wang gently withdrew his hand.

The burly body that had lost its head fell straight down at a slant.

The blood that dripped from the mutilated neck mingled with the blood of his chilling companion.

The soft snow-white tulle was raised, and the sweet smell of the Nile River in the distance was brought in by the night wind, but it still couldn't cover up the strong and pungent smell of blood in the room.

Harsh screams pierced the sky and broke the silence of the night.

The tragedy in the room caused heart-piercing screams from the following maids.

That cry seemed to have caught the young brother's attention, he was still standing there, not moving, just turned his head to look over.

His slender hands were still clean without any stains, and the white fingertips were so translucent in the moonlight that they seemed to be able to shine.

He was dressed in pure white linen, and the corners of his clothes billowed faintly in the breeze.

The blood splattered all over the ground under his feet, making his clothes even more white, so that there was no dust on them.

The king of Egypt stood on the balcony, staring at the Pharaoh who stood at the door and stared at him without blinking.

The white moonlight shone from behind him, enveloping his face in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

The snow-white tulle fluttered behind him with the gentle breeze blowing from the Nile River, unfolding a soft and graceful arc like a fluttering white butterfly.

His pupils, which seemed to be dyed dark purple by shadows, seemed to glow in the darkness, and they quietly looked at the crimson pupils that were as hot as a flame.

That's just a glimpse.

The young Wangdi looked away lightly.

His gesture of understatement is as flat as looking away from an irrelevant ordinary person or even the most ordinary room setting.

Because that person was so insignificant to him.

He turned around.

The soft snow-white tulle fluttered just at this moment, as if it was opening the road to the endless night sky respectfully for the Egyptian prince who was walking to the balcony.

The moonlight shone down on Wang Di who was standing on the balcony.

The breeze has stopped, the tulle has fallen, and the passing wind is lost in the quiet night sky.

Brother Wang's hair and clothes fluttered gently without wind.

His whole body seemed to be shining in the night, but the brilliance could not be seen, it was like a light concentrator, absorbing endless light.

His body floated up and flew towards the sky.

The calm and graceful posture is as graceful as white clouds melting into the night.

The young pharaoh's light brown face, which was left indifferently by the king's brother, showed obvious anger.

Leaving aside the maids who were still screaming in terror behind him, he strode forward and tore away the snow-white gauze.

He raised his head, Chi Yan's pupils were burning and looked at the figure flying high into the night sky.

The golden building blocks on his chest that swayed endlessly with his movements emitted a golden light.

The golden light dyed his whole body brightly, causing him to fly high into the sky the next moment, chasing after the figure of his younger brother who seemed to be melting into the night.

The silvery-white full moon in the sky seemed to have absorbed the bright hues of the pool of blood in the room, and gradually infected and spread from one corner, as if swallowed by something, and gradually spread into an extremely weird black-red hue.

As a result, the silver-like moonlight falling on the ground gradually transformed into a strange black and red color.

They came overwhelmingly, covering the entire land of Egypt.

The boy king with purple pupils who was on the other side of the temple turned his head in surprise, as if the bloody and ominous moonlight covered his white cheeks.

His body froze suddenly and he almost held his breath.

The familiar figure in the night sky fell into his Ziqiong-colored pupils that were dyed darker and darker by the strange moonlight, and his eyes suddenly widened at that moment.

He stepped forward quickly and jumped out of the wide window sill.

The golden eyes dangling on his chest shone with golden light, leading him to fly to the sky.

Covered by the blood light, the full moon with a strange black and red color hangs high in the night sky, and the blood-colored brilliance sprinkles the earth.

In the night sky, the figure of the king of Egypt flying towards the endless night sky was also dyed with such a faint black and red shimmer.

Afterwards, that faint gleam seemed to be absorbed and melted into the night.

It seemed that even the figure of the young prince was about to melt into the night.

Two dazzling golden lights rising from different places broke the tranquility of the darkness. They drew two golden arcs in the night sky and flew straight towards him.

Seemingly aware of the two people chasing after him, the figure of the king of Egypt, who had been floating in the night without any haste, stopped.

He turned around and was suspended in the night sky.

The reddish full moon hung high above his head, illuminating his face.

Because of the air currents around him, the softly dancing hair brushed against his white cheeks, and even the tip of the hair was dyed into a color that could almost blend with the night behind him. bright black.

The imprint of the golden life talisman on the chest is shining with a black shimmer at this moment.

He was suspended in mid-air, looking down at the two young kings who were chasing him and shining with golden light.

The pupils that are darker than the night are embedded in the white face, but for some reason, there is a brilliance greater than the sun in the depths of the pupils.

The lacquer is like ink, but it is as bright as a brilliance that can absorb everything.

The two golden arcs reflected in his eyes passed by, and he watched the two young kings chasing from below approaching his direction.

The corners of the soft lips raised a little invisible arc.

The king of Egypt seems to be smiling, but there is no wave of emotion in the depths of his pupils that are as lacquered as ink.

If the Egyptian Pharaoh, as the representative of the gods, often looked down on everyone with a condescending and arrogant attitude, then the attitude of the king's brother looking down on the land of Egypt at this moment is not condescending.

He looked at the eyes of the people below as if he was looking at the tranquility of the Nile River.

Standing there, he absorbed all the brilliance of the world.

It wasn't the coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away, but it didn't even have a hint of arrogance or condescension... There was nothing else but extreme calm.

That is the 'quietness' enough to stop breathing and even give up beating the heart.

That is the incomparable majesty and courage of the kings in the world.

——That is the attitude of the true god who descended on the land of Egypt looking down upon the world——

The smiling Egyptian prince raised his left hand, moving slowly and calmly.

The unusually obvious white fingers in the dark night lifted and stretched out.

It was just less than a second when the white fingertip pointed downward, and the fierce air current like a sea wave gathered around his body, causing the young king's black hair to flutter endlessly around his white cheek.

Fingertips a little.

Like a tornado, the inconceivably huge dark power gathered at his fingertips roared downward——

The black tornado swallowed the two golden rays of light that were weak and vulnerable to it.

The resistance and struggle are just a joke, there is not even a second of pause.

It is like a giant black dragon swallowing everything in the world with a destructive force.

It was absolutely overwhelming and powerful enough to make the earth tremble with terror.

It roared, swept across the world, spread endlessly, and violently smashed the two most powerful young kings in the world to the ground.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the Nile River suddenly set off huge waves as if it had been shaken violently.

A tragic roar resounded through the entire night sky.

The huge temple that was swallowed by the unstoppable black tornado collapsed and cracked most of it amidst the huge roar, and the main hall was completely destroyed.

In several places of the temple, the shields that the priests who sensed the attack of the dark power had just flashed their brilliance and immediately collapsed completely with the collapse of the temple.

At this moment, there are only a few towers in the right corner of the huge temple that have not been affected by the aftermath because they are relatively remote, and they are still barely standing tremblingly.

The two young kings who were swallowed and hit by the black tornado were deeply buried in the gravel of the collapsed ruins and broken tiles, and they disappeared.

Above the night sky, the young prince who casually destroyed the magnificent temple on the Nile River stood in mid-air.

The jet-black pupils that seemed to be able to absorb all brilliance quietly watched the ruins under their feet.

His posture overlooking the earth is as natural as the sky covering the earth.

The gentle night wind blew, lifting the soft black hair on his cheeks.

His eyes were half closed, and his slender black eyelashes fluttered gently in the breeze, making his almost translucent white side cheeks in the dark present a strange beauty.

Then, he turned around and left quietly.

There was chaos on the ruins of the temple, because the people who survived only by the aftermath of the attack and managed to prop up the shield struggled to climb out of the ruins.

The first thing they did after they escaped was to anxiously search for their master who was buried in the rubble.

The brilliance of different magic powers flickered continuously on the ruins, looking for clues by opening broken pillars and collapsed walls.

Not long after, there was a loud uproar——

The loyal subordinates have found their master who was buried under the ruins.

At the place where people from the two different factions gathered, as the broken wall and rubble were removed, the two young kings with exactly the same face gradually revealed half of their buried bodies.

They closed their eyes, remained motionless, and had lost consciousness, and the scars on their bodies were even more shocking.

There were traces of blood on the corners of their lips, and only the weak but steady breathing made their servants feel at ease.

Seth, who stood on the half-collapsed stone pillar, looked at the unconscious Pharaoh, then raised his head and cast his eyes on the high night sky.

The black figure of the young brother Wang has already merged into the endless night in the distance, and only the last faint shadow can be seen vaguely.

Seth gritted his teeth, and turned his head to look at the high priest who had been standing motionless since he came here.

Probably sensing Seth's scorching gaze, the eyes of High Priest Simon with a blank expression finally moved slightly.

He raised his head to meet Seth's gaze.

Seth just felt as if his heart was being grabbed and pulled hard by someone.

His panicked eyes fixed on the high priest.

At this moment, the eyes of the high priest who had always been calm and calm showed a bewildered look that Seth had never seen before.

There was an expression of grief unabashedly on Simon's face.

The aged figure of the high priest seemed so powerless at this moment.

"O great gods of Egypt..."

Simon made an inaudible sound that he didn't know whether it was a prayer or a sigh.

Dry words, it was hard to squeeze out from the needle-like throat.

He closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes trembled. His hands tightened his grip on the scepter in front of him, as if he could no longer stand and used the scepter to support his entire weight.

[Why don't you choose me? 】

That sentence.

Who the hell is Bakula asking.

"The host chosen by the evil god is not that thief..."

Simon's lips trembled as he spoke, and there was no trace of brilliance in his cloudy eyes.

He slowly knelt down on the ground as if he was praying to the gods, his hands were trembling so much that he could hardly grasp the pure gold scepter in front of him.

"...It's the younger brother."

Night falls over the land of Egypt

The power of the evil god is about to descend from the darkness

The prince of Egypt melted into darkness.

Ruins of a temple illuminated by an ominous reddish moon

The two pharaohs have fallen asleep

The endless night seems to indicate that Egypt, which is about to be shrouded in darkness, will not see a bright future...

great god of the sun, great egyptian gods

The light you have given us illuminates the whole land of Egypt

Please protect my Egyptian Pharaoh

please protect your descendants

Please protect our great golden kingdom

We will forever celebrate the miracles you have bestowed upon us...

——[End of Part Five]——

The author has something to say: ~(￣▽￣～)(～￣▽￣)～

Ah... (takes a deep breath)

I finally released the last mainline foreshadowing.

It should be said that this is one of the scenes I most want to write in this article

[Blackened AIBO's attention] ← In the copywriting, I have already picked it out, the evil god of picking teeth AIBO VS the double king

One vs two, the two kings decisively lost!

The evil god AIBO kills the two kings instantly with one finger ╮(╯▽╰)╭

[Why don't you choose me? ]← Now everyone knows what Bakula said.

And those unusual actions and cares about AIBO... At the beginning, Bakula would rather give up killing the biggest enemy, Pharaoh, and wanted to kill AIBO first, because the evil god chose AIBO instead of him.

The scarab is an Egyptian relic and patron saint, the personification of the power of Ra.

Don't treat someone as a villain because of their bad looks~~

AIBO was cursed by the moon god who was supposed to protect the Egyptian royal family in the cemetery of King Ahmos, and was attacked by scarabs in the cemetery of the Valley of the Kings...

Apart from AIBO, only Bacula was attacked by scarabs when he invaded the Valley of the Kings.

The scarabs felt the dark power of the evil god in their bodies to attack them naturally.

Seeing this, everyone should understand, eh~~

Thank you for your company for the past year and a half. I endured the occasional stuck key points in the newspaper office from time to time, and the occasional convulsions that spread blood all over the sky until I saw the end of the fifth part (laughs).

There is only the last one left, so please stay with me until the end.

Part Six: The Cthulhu and His Brother