Pharaoh

The underground hall was brightly lit, and huge flames lined up on both sides and blazed, illuminating everyone's cheeks into fiery red hues.

On the high platform, the white-haired king of thieves was in a slack posture, with one hand resting on his cheek, one foot resting on the knee of the other leg, and his whole body was crookedly sitting on the stone seat.The bright red flame flickered on his dark brown face, and even the hideous scar on his cheek was reflected in a fiery red color.

The hot blood trickled down from the altar, staining the bright red all over the place, and it was even more terribly gorgeous when illuminated by the crimson flames.

It was the blood of dozens of live sacrifices of slaves whose limbs had been cut off. Afterwards, a hundred more slaves would be sent to the altar one after another to offer their scalding blood to the evil god.

He was too lazy to look at the tragic scene on the altar, and he was too lazy to look at the people below who were so excited that they were crazy. The white-haired thief king obviously lacked interest in this sacrificial ceremony, and let the people below to toss about.

He lowered his head, his gray hair spread out in disorder, covering the irritable look in his eyes.

Knowing that his sworn enemy was near him irritated him.

Obviously he could easily kill the Pharaoh, but because of the existence of a certain guy, he couldn't get what he wanted, which made him even more irritable.

Sitting here patiently now is nothing more than forbearance.

The wailing sounds of the living sacrifices on the altar somewhat calmed his irritable mood, so it wouldn't be so bad.

Of course, his aura of "I'm not in a good mood, don't bother me" made the servants around him respectful and far away, and they just waited far away under the stone steps.

Suddenly there was a ringing in the ears, the sound didn't seem to be loud, but it made the whole hall quiet in an instant.

Because that low and not loud cry sounded clearly in everyone's ears.

Diabondo stood up suddenly, his sharp blood-red pupils turned around and stared at the pure black scepter with a strange and cold shape inserted in the center of the altar.

There was another humming in the ears, and everyone clearly saw the pure black scepter shaking like a phantom.

In the next second, it suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The main hall was silent for a while, and when everyone was still confused and confused about the situation, Diabondo suddenly looked up and his face changed a few times. He gritted his teeth, blood red The pupils light up suddenly.

Then, the white-haired thief king also disappeared in full view.

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Monsters are created by the gods.

Ra created the Pterodactyl.

Osiris created the sky dragon.

Obelisk created the Colossus.

These are the monsters of the three gods. Their power stands at the top of the monster world, and they are the undisputed kings.

What is not known to everyone is that the evil god also created a monster.

In terms of strength alone, it may not be comparable to the monsters of the three gods, but it is endowed with special powers.

——Gondola the Dragon of Destruction, the Demon of the Evil God——

——Where it descends, everything is destroyed by it, and everything dies—

The special and terrible power possessed by Gondola made the gods vigilant and troubled by it.

So when the evil god was sealed under the land of Egypt by the three gods, the sun god Ra immediately took action to control Gondola's mind and gave it to Pharaoh as a servant.

After an unimaginably long time, Gondola, the dragon of destruction, finally returned to her true master once again.

At this moment, its huge body was entrenched on the cracked ground, with its head bowed down, like a docile pet lying quietly at its owner's feet.

It clings tightly to the side of the person who gave it life, with a deep gurgling sound in its throat, and it seems that it does not want to leave for a moment.

The black-haired boy stretched out his white hand and patted its black head lightly. It squinted its huge blood pupils, carefully rubbed against its master's hand, and flicked its black tail inlaid with rubies cheerfully.

From a distance, it is a warm and peaceful scene.

The evil god raised his right hand, and there was a very light buzzing vibration in the air, and a black scepter as tall as a person appeared in his hand.

As the scepter was raised forward, the blood-red bead that resembled Gondola's longan at the top turned drop by drop, and a ball of blood-red light floated from the blood bead and sank into Gondola's head.

At that moment, the countless fiery rubies embedded in Gondola's black body lit up, and the light was overflowing, as if the countless red gems were flowing.

Gondola flew up to the sky, and its huge black dragon wings cast a large shadow on the earth, and the bright red gemstones shining all over it appeared extremely bright and beautiful in the darkness.

It seemed to be burning in flames, and such a gorgeous red flame was better than the glare of the sky's sunlight.

It spread its wings and swooped down to the ground——

"Gondola!"

The unstoppable roar came from the white-haired thief king who suddenly appeared out of thin air. His blood-red pupils fixedly stared at Gondola who was rushing towards the two people on the ground. His intense anger made his eyes look like To bleed.

He stretched out his hand, but it was too late to stop it.

The death of the Pharaoh has nothing to do with him, but that annoying guy also—

The gondola was suddenly suspended in midair, its huge wings spread out, and the shadows enveloped the two people on the ground.

It stopped the power that was about to destroy everything at the last moment, and the posture of stopping in the air was like time standing still at that moment.

The black-haired boy stood quietly between the sky and the earth, a blood-red round bead on the tip of the long scepter in his hand was twirling and flickering.

The bottomless pupils dyed with ink stared forward, and the edges of the pupils seemed to be shiny and floating.

The Pharaoh, whose soul was taken away by the evil god Gondora, suffered a backlash and temporarily lost his power again, standing there. Because of the burden on the body caused by the backlash, the young king's lips looked extremely pale, and he could not see any blood.

Covered by the shadow of Gondola's huge body, the pure golden hair on his forehead looked rather dim due to the lack of sunlight.

So the dark golden hair cast a deeper shadow on the young king's face.

The huge airflow blown by the dragon's wings spread past him, making his dark golden hair flutter endlessly.

So the shadow kept shaking on his dark brown face, making it impossible for people to see his face clearly.

He stood there, motionless.

Countless yellow sands raised by the turbulent air flow flew past his standing side, and even the figure still standing upright on the ground was faintly blurred.

The sand particles rolled up by the strong wind penetrated the transparent figure in the air.

The king of Egypt was floating in mid-air, his slender and transparent arms were stretched out, and his body was straight.

A ray of sunlight that leaked from the gap in Gondola's dragon wings penetrated his transparent body and shone on the barren land.

The sharp and sharp teeth of the magic dragon Gondola, which abruptly stopped its dive posture, was almost right in front of him.

In contrast, the figure standing in front of the dragon looks smaller and smaller.

Monsters are the products of the condensed form of souls. The souls that ordinary humans cannot touch can be seen, touched, and hurt.

A single impact from Gondola is enough to crush the little souls standing in front of it.

At this moment, that tiny human soul is right in front of it, a tiny distance that can be touched just one step ahead.

The game is suspended in mid-air. At this moment, the transparent body makes it impossible to see his trembling fingertips clearly, and the trembling voice between the trembling teeth is invisible because there is no entity.

Bet won.

The king of Egypt gritted his teeth and held his breath. The exhausted energy almost made the scene in front of him look blurry.

He is betting that the evil god can only choose a host once when he is reborn.

He was betting, and the evil god promised not to hurt him.

He was betting that the host was more important than the pharaoh in the eyes of the evil god.

He won!

Yu Yu exhaled the breath that he held for a long time at that moment just now, he clenched his hands tightly, and hid the fingertips that still couldn't stop trembling in the palm of his hand.

He looked not far away, where the evil god was.

He saw the pair of ink-stained pupils staring at him, with a luster floating around the edges that made him unable to see clearly.

He turned his head sideways to avoid those bottomless eyes that almost pierced his heart with strange gazes.

He no longer pays attention to the huge and hideous Gondola hovering in front of him, because he knows that there is no threat anymore.

The Egyptian prince turned around, and the figure floating in mid-air swept down.

Violet transparent pupils stared at the pharaoh below, showing a worried look.

The series of things that have happened in the past few days, how can the arrogant Atum bear this breath——

"Brother Wang."

The king of Egypt floated in front of the young pharaoh, making a small call.

"I'm fine...the evil god won't hurt me."

He whispered, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

"So, you don't have to worry about me...I..."

In the end, the voice disappeared into nothingness, and the game opened and closed its lips in a loud voice, but no more sound came out.

He wanted to say that he would let the silent swordsman send him back, but he couldn't say anything.

Not to mention asking Brother Wang to abandon him and run away, just fleeing in defeat is enough——

For the proud Yatum, escaping under his own protection was a shame enough to engrave his whole life. He could imagine how much pain the king brother would suffer under such a shame.

So, he couldn't speak.

Looking down from top to bottom, the game can only see the shadow of the dark golden hair falling on the boy king's face, but not the face of Atum.

The expression in his eyes dimmed a little, and his eyes fell on the hand of the young king hanging by his side.

That hand has long been clenched into a fist, and you can see that the light brown knuckles are almost white because of too much force.

The young Pharaoh stood without saying a word, his overly quiet appearance made Yu Yu feel a little more uncomfortable in his heart.

He bowed his head in frustration, bit his lower lip tightly and couldn't say a word, suddenly felt his eye sockets were swollen and sore, and he was forced to hold back.

A pharaoh who rules the world should not have such a posture.

Even if you are the loser at this moment, you can't!

But, now he... can't do anything...

The light brown fingertips that suddenly lifted up to touch his transparent cheeks were warm, and the warmth penetrated into his skin.

You Yu raised his head, and his astonished gaze met his crimson pupils.

The boy king who raised his head at some point in the shadows still glowed like rubies in the shadows, his bright red pupils came out from his dark golden hair.

It is still sharp, like a sword out of its sheath, like a sword sharpened by ice and snow.

He says,

"Wait for me to pick you up."

Said the young pharaoh, holding his brother's transparent cheek in his hand.

His lips were still a little pale.

He said, wait for me to take you back.

Yugi didn't answer, his hands clenched the light brown hand holding his cheek.

He seemed to be able to feel the familiar warmth when their skin touched each other.

Deep in his heart, he desperately forced himself to hold on, and the string that was stretched to the limit seemed to be shattered the moment he heard that sentence, and he could feel the big tears flowing from his sore eye sockets.

He opened his eyes, but his vision was so blurred that he could no longer see everything in front of him clearly. He could only watch his transparent tears fall through the hand that suddenly moved to wipe it off.

He thought he could hold back.

He thought he could send Brother Wang away with a smile.

He thought he was strong enough not to be weak anymore.

He thought it would be okay even if he was the only one left.

[You are not allowed to cry in front of people other than me. 】

Sorry, Brother Wang, I still haven't done it.

The young Wangdi closed his eyes, and the tears seeping from the corners of his eyes penetrated the light brown palms drop by drop.

He couldn't stop crying, but there was a look of relief and relief on his tear-stained face.

The cheek held by Atum's hand disappeared into the air little by little.

The transparent figure reflected in the crimson pupils also disappeared as if blown away by the blowing wind.

A gust of wind swept past with sand grains, and instead of the disappearing prince, there were monsters, silent swordsmen and magicians who appeared in front of the pharaoh.

The tall man plunged his huge broadsword into the ground.

The blue-robed girl raised her magic wand.

The white rays of light from them shrouded themselves and the pharaoh in them, and disappeared above the desert in an instant.

The only thing left on the earth was the humming sound of the wind blowing through the cracks, and the dazzling golden sunlight from the sky once again poured down overwhelmingly.

【I'm waiting for you, Brother Wang. 】