Pharaoh

Looking around, there is almost no end to the main hall, and the huge pillars with rough carvings support this underground palace.

The raging fires were lined up in three rows, separating the empty hall. Each cluster of flames was surrounded by huge stone railings, and the tongues of blazing flames spewed high towards the top of the hall, which was almost invisible. The height of two people.

Although it was deep underground, the entire hall was illuminated brighter than the day by the countless red flames.

However, the brighter the firelight is, the colder the shadows of the places where the firelight does not reach will appear colder.

The extreme opposites of light and darkness are intertwined and blended in this underground hall, but for some reason there is a strange sense of harmony.

The rough lines of the carved monsters on the huge stone pillars made them look more ferocious in the jumping firelight, and the shadows of countless people kneeling in the hall swayed over the monster's carved patterns from time to time with the flickering firelight.

At the end of the hall, on top of the high stone steps, a stone monument rose from the ground.

It was not carved by craftsmen, but integrated with the black stone on the ground.

It seems that a kind of inhuman strange power shaped it into such a wonderful and deceptive appearance.

A faint black mist surrounds the whole body. The mist is extremely thin. You should be able to see the shape of the stele clearly at a glance. However, if you look carefully, you can't see it clearly. You just feel that the world in your eyes is distorted, and even the whole world is distorted. The soul will be sucked in.

In the main hall, thousands of people prostrated themselves on the ground and bowed down.

There is no throne above the stone steps, only one person standing beside the stone tablet.

He stared coldly at the people kneeling below. On the side below the stone steps, the stumps and broken bodies were entangled and piled up in a pile. Under the red light of the fire, the blood became more red and dripped wet on the blue stone steps.

The light of the fire made his dark brown complexion shine, and his gray hair spread wildly, but it couldn't cover the sudden and deep scar on his cheek.

The blood-red pupils protruding from the pale hair have a color that is a little brighter than the blood that is still dripping on the stone steps, faintly revealing some cruel traces of monsters that do not belong to humans.

Even though those prostrate people knelt on the ground without raising their heads, their bodies trembled as if they had been attacked by extreme cold.

The pores all over his body seemed to be able to feel the cold breath that gradually penetrated into the bone marrow.

Many people wanted to see but did not dare to look at the mountain of corpses piled up in front of them secretly, their calves trembled more and more, and they blamed the stupid behavior of those dead guys for killing themselves. Said, even with them following panic at the moment.

This power that gathered people who walked in the darkness and underground in Egypt and worshiped evil gods was created by the person standing above.

He calls himself the Thief King.

It is said that he was guided by the messenger of the evil god behind him, so that he could expand such a huge and secretive force in just a few years.

His whereabouts are very secretive, and he only appears once in a few days or even dozens of days to issue orders.

And the person standing behind him who is said to be the messenger of the evil god is even more mysterious, only a very small number of elders who fanatically worship the evil god have seen it.

Half a year ago, the Thief King suddenly disappeared for some reason, and did not reappear for half a year.

When most people panicked, some people had different intentions.

People who walk in the darkness follow the law of the weak and the strong. After the people who can control them disappear, they form their own factions to fight for the control of the entire force.

Just when the competition was in full swing, the thief king who had been missing for a long time suddenly returned without a sound.

As soon as he appeared, blood flowed into rivers, and his evil spirit frightened everyone.

At the same time, the messenger of the evil god, who had also been missing for a long time, also appeared at the same time, and the elders who had been watching those internal separatist forces fight coldly, immediately returned to the Thief King's command.

In less than half a day, the returning Thief King easily and firmly grasped all the forces again.

The entire empty hall was shrouded in fear, and it was terribly quiet for a while, only the sound of flames burning could be heard.

The high-ranking Thief King looked down at the crowd, his eyes were still cold with evil spirits, and he said nothing.

The people kneeling down held their breath even more, not daring to take a breath. Cold sweat dripped from their cheeks. Perhaps at this moment they could only hear the fierce pounding of their hearts in their chests.

After a long time, they heard a cold snort from the Thief King, and finally asked them to back down.

As if they had been pardoned, the crowd rushed out of the hall like flowing water.

In less than a moment, the hall where thousands of people were kneeling just now was completely empty, only the countless flames were left dancing endlessly in the hall.

The young Thief King stood alone on the high platform, and the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood under his feet was illuminated by bright red flames, which contrasted brilliantly with the dancing flames that fell into the depths of his blood-red pupils, which seemed to be burning with evil spirit.

He squinted at the strange stele beside him that was shrouded in a faint black mist and distorted as if it didn't seem like it should exist in the world, and the corner of his lips twitched.

The long scar on the side of his cheek twisted and crawled, making his already stern face look a bit hideous and terrifying.

Then he turned and walked behind him.

The huge black curtain fell vertically like a waterfall from the sky, and remained motionless in this underground windless hall.

But the black curtain seemed to be extremely light and soft, and one could faintly see light coming from behind it.

The young king of thieves stretched out his hand and flung open the huge black curtain, striding behind it.

A wide stone room is hidden behind the black curtain. It extends from above in an arc, and there is no stone pillar supporting the roof.

The stone room is not gorgeous and does not have those finely carved patterns. It is much smaller than the outside hall that can accommodate thousands of people, but for some reason it gives people an extremely magnificent feeling at a glance.

Standing in the stone chamber is like standing between heaven and earth.

There is no burning pillar of fire in the room, but it emits a soft light and is very bright.

The soft light seemed to come from all directions of the stone room, spreading evenly around it, so that there was no dark place in the whole room.

The Thief King stepped into the stone room, and the uniform soft light coming from all directions made his shadow invisible.

The stone chamber is empty, with nothing left, only the huge stone seat in front of it rises from the ground.

A teenager sat on the stone seat, closed his eyes, and put his right hand on the armrest of the stone seat.

The slender body only occupies less than one-third of the entire huge stone seat, but it has an aura that is even bigger than the stone seat, and it gives people a sense of strangeness that the stone seat can't accommodate the boy. Feel.

Diabondo's eyes fell on the young man. The young man's skin was white, which was completely different from his dark brown complexion, but it was not the slightly yellowish white complexion in his memory.

At this moment, the boy's complexion was a strange faded white, but it wasn't pale, it was more like a translucent soft white that could almost glow in the dark.

The night-black hair sticks to the soft white cheeks, extreme opposition, yet extreme harmony.

The corners of Diabondo's lips seemed to twitch slightly, then he gritted his teeth and walked forward.

The king of thieves who was so majestic in the hall just now stood up all the hairs all over his body and tensed up, with faint traces of sweat on his forehead.

He was trying to resist the urge to withdraw his feet backwards, and walked forward step by step with extremely slow movements.

Perhaps sensing Diabondo's arrival, the boy sitting on the stone seat opened his eyes.

The lacquered pupils and the black hair on the cheeks complemented each other, and looked towards Diabondo.

That glance made Diabondo take a few steps back abruptly.

He let out a quick panting sound, and an invisible sense of oppression made him unable to move forward any more.

Diabondo gritted his teeth, his palms were clearly sweating, but he refused to admit defeat. He just stared at the boy with a sneer on his lips.

"What you asked me to do, I did."

"So that's what you ordered that guy to do," he said.

When he was human, the thing that occupied his body from time to time had built up such a huge power, and he didn't know it.

It turned out that that 'he' had been in contact with the evil god a long time ago.

It turned out that "he" was a chess piece that was discarded after being used by the evil god.

He once felt another 'he''s almost hysterical hatred and hatred for You, but at that time, he didn't understand why the feelings that should have been aimed at the Pharaoh would fall on Yu You, the king's younger brother.

Now he understands.

The Cthulhu chose the game and discarded Bakula.

This is also the reason why Bakula has such a huge underground force that is not inferior to the royal family, but still loses miserably.

The Thief King disappeared half a year ago.

The game appeared in Egypt half a year ago.

At that time, Bakula lost the power established under the guidance of the evil god.

Because that is the power that the evil god wants to give to his host.

Now the evil god asked him to come forward and take control of this power again as Bakula.

Whether he admits it or not, he is the monster of the game.

What he has is the power of the game.

It's just that he doesn't know whether the current game is the previous game, he has to confirm anyway...

Thinking of this, Diabondo gritted his teeth again and tried to make a sound.

"You asked me to do it, I did it, you promised to tell me what the game is..."

The boy's pupils, which were as lacquered as ink, looked at him again, the depth of which was bottomless.

Diabondo's throat seemed to be choked all of a sudden, and he couldn't hold back his voice any longer. His knees trembled and he almost fell limp, but he managed to keep himself from kneeling with all his might on the ground.

Soon, the black pupils moved away from him.

Diabondo gasped in embarrassment, but fortunately it was just a glance. If that gaze stayed on him for a second longer, he would have already knelt down on the ground with weak knees.

"I promised, monster."

The boy said to Diabondo that he used the collective term of monsters to refer to Diabondo, just as he used the collective term of human beings to refer to all people.

Those so-called individuals make no difference to him.

His voice is like his pupils, calm and unchanged, with the same rhyme and tone without any change.

He stood up and walked forward.

There was no wind in the underground stone chamber, and every slight movement of his body seemed to be surrounded by a gentle wind.

His movements seemed to blend with the rhythm of the wind and the rhythm of the water, blending between the heaven and the earth.

He extended his left hand forward, palm up.

A hand suddenly appeared above his palm out of thin air, and then quickly spread to the arm to reveal the entire body.

A boy with exactly the same appearance as him appeared beside him, but his body seemed to be translucent, floating in the air.

He looked sideways at the translucent youth, and held the translucent hand in his left hand.

The boy floating in the air opened his eyes, and even though the slender eyelashes were translucent, the violet hue could be seen faintly.

The pair of light purple pupils that were still in a trance turned sideways, and looked at the black pupils of the purest night.

The black pupils are slightly curved, and the black hair brushes the extremely shallow arc of the raised lips.

"Meet you for the first time, my host."