Pharaoh

The stone pillars carved out of pitch-black cold stone supported this wide black stone room, and the outside sunlight came in from the slanted skylight, making half of the room under light and half hidden in darkness.A cold stone bed in the center of Very Literature happens to be in the semi-dark boundary, and the boy lying on the stone bed seems to be sleeping, breathing steadily in the silent stone room.

The slightly parted lips made the still childish face even more childish and naive, and the slender eyelashes on the face exposed to the sun were unusually distinct.

The gray-haired Thief King, with most of his body hidden in the shadows, sat in a weary posture with one knee bent and stepped on the edge of the stone bed, with his back to the sleeping boy on the stone bed, tilting his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Diabondo turned around.

The eyes from the bright blood-red pupils fell on the young man's face, and the dark brown cheeks with hideous scars were exposed to the sunlight the moment he turned his head.

The cold and hard lips were slightly pursed, and the white-haired thief king stretched out his hand to hold the sleeping You's hand.

His brows were deeply frowned, and Diabondo showed a very obvious look of irritability.

Holding Yu Yu's hand tightly like this, he turned his waist and bent down.

The wrinkled dark brown forehead gently pressed against the stretched white and tender forehead.

Same as in hand...

Whether it is the wrist or the forehead is cold, there is no temperature at all.

If it is not still breathing, it is almost the same as the memory...

Diabondo straightened up abruptly and held his head.

Suddenly, memories from the time when he was still a human broke into his mind.

On that night when the whole world seemed to be soaked in blood, what he reached out and touched when he was young was always those cold corpses!

Just like the temperatureless wrist he is holding now——

The hand that clenched the opponent's wrist tightened unconsciously, leaving deep blue bruises on the fair skin.

However, Diabondo did not seem to let go.

He was still sitting with his back to the game, and his blood-red pupils looked at the darkness in front of him, as if looking through everything to a distant place.

He pursed his lips tightly, clenched his hands tightly, and faint blue blood vessels appeared on the back of his hand, as if he wanted to crush the wrist bone of the hand in his palm like this.

The human memory stored in the depths of his mind came suddenly and violently, almost choking his breath.

"asshole……"

Two vague words were almost forced out between the teeth, and Diabondo pressed his head heavily with one hand.

Taking a deep breath, he forcefully suppressed the memories of him as a human being that surged up.

He let out a long breath, and suddenly he almost forgot that Yuyu's wrist, which was still tightly held in his hand, moved slightly.

Diabondo froze for a moment, then turned his head reflexively.

But at the moment when he just turned his head and didn't even see clearly——

A huge and unresistable force suddenly came from his hand, and he suddenly pushed his hand away, and in an instant, he who had no time to react was ruthlessly knocked away.

He could even clearly hear the sound of the bones in his hand breaking.

Diabondo was hit hard on the dark stone wall, but he didn't fall and fell to the ground.

The powerful force that could not be seen in the void pressed his whole body firmly against the stone wall, making him unable to move.

Blood seeped from the corner of his lips, spread down from the dark brown jaw, and dripped onto the black stone floor.

That force was so great that it seemed that as long as he moved a little, the great oppressive force pressing on him would break his bones.

The white-skinned boy, who could barely see the slightest sign of life other than breathing, turned over and sat up from the stone bed.

He raised his hand, and his black pupils stared at his hand with very obvious bruises and even tiny cracks in the wrist bone.The imprint of the Talisman of Life, which had become pure black on the chest, flashed a black brilliance and landed on the wrist.

The scars on his hands quickly healed and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black pupil cast a glance at the Thief King, whose body was tightly pressed against the stone wall. To put it bluntly, his posture couldn't be more condescending.

He stood up, but his bare white feet were floating half an inch above the ground.

The night-black hair brushed softly over his white cheeks, making his eyes looking down at the Thief King who suddenly fell to the ground under his gaze look even colder.

"I said, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

The evil god said, with a glance. [Very literary].

The door on the right side of the stone room suddenly opened with a harsh sound of rubbing against the stone floor under his glance.

get out.

The meaning of the evil god is obvious.

Diabondo propped up his body, turned over and knelt half-kneeling on the ground, with a trace of blood on the corner of his lips.

"Is the game... still alive?"

He asked, his breathing was a little intermittent, and he pressed his right hand tightly to his chest, where two ribs were broken just now.

He was half kneeling on the ground, but his head was raised, and his blood-red pupils were staring straight at the evil god.

"I keep it under my protection."

The evil god replied calmly.

He placed the soul of his host in his memory world, so the body of the host, which has lost connection with the original soul, looks like it has lost the breath of a living person.

Unable to control the host, and unable to persuade the host, he can only settle for the next best thing so that the host cannot hinder him.

Although it seems that he has lost the temperature of a living person, under his control, this body is still alive, at best it can only be regarded as entering a deep sleep.

When he gets back his body, he will return the host's body to the host.

[If I'm still here, no one can hurt you. 】

He promised the host, and he will do it.

A noble god would not disdain to lie, even an evil god who could control people's souls.

After listening to the evil god's answer, the anxiety in Diabondo's eyes dissipated a lot, and he seemed to feel relieved.

He stood up, swayed his body slightly, and continued to walk towards the door, clutching his chest incessantly.

It looks miserable on the outside, but he is a monster. Back then, the great priest pierced his chest with a sword and he was fine. Now it only takes him half a day to recover from the injury of two broken ribs.

Behind him, the door of the stone room was closed heavily as he left.

"Although it used to be an option...but after all, it has become a monster, so it really doesn't work."

It is not suitable for a monster to defeat the current pharaoh who has the blood of Ra, and then unify the king of Egypt.

Compared to humans with ambitions and desires who are easy to control, monsters... especially monsters that already have a master are not suitable at all.

As long as the host can assist him, all problems will be easily solved.

Unfortunately……

The black-haired boy stood under the sunlit skylight, and his white skin seemed to be transparent under the sun, which had a strange beauty.

He tilted his head slightly, as if meditating on something.

After a while, someone came out from the shadow of the room,

The man crawled respectfully, his forehead pressed against the cold stone ground.

The gray-black thick curly hair was scattered on the ground, completely covering the man's brown cheeks.

On the brown wrist pressed on the ground by the side, the black bracelet engraved with mysterious runes reflected a strange brilliance.

The evil god turned sideways and didn't look at him, but just waved his hands casually.

The man didn't look up, but he seemed to see the casual gesture of waving his hands.

He bowed down respectfully again, got up, and stepped back while still keeping his head down.

The moment his body disappeared into the shadow of the room, the bracelet on his brown wrist flickered, and that person disappeared into the darkness.

If not, it is necessary to find another candidate.

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A long river draws from the Nile not far away and surrounds this small city.

Its water level is very high and full, and it seems that it will overflow from the river bank anytime and anywhere.

The annual flooding of the Nile River has passed, and the city built on the highlands is a piece of mud left by the Nile River that ebbed yesterday.

After staying for a period of time, the farmers cultivated it, and it became a fertile field.

Even if it is just a small city, because it is located at the key point of the river transportation at the junction of upper and lower Egypt, it has always been bustling and lively.

But now, the city is much quieter.

All river transportation and commercial activities were stopped. The huge warships obviously belonging to the elite Egyptian navy were stationed at the key point where the Nile River entered the moat, and dozens of large ships were patrolling back and forth on the river.

The tense and almost breathless atmosphere of the imminent war made the residents of the whole city quiet. Many people stopped going out, and just stayed in their houses with their doors tightly closed.

On the streets of the city, bustling crowds could no longer be seen. Traders, and even most of those shops were temporarily closed.

Now in this city, there are only countless strong and solemn Egyptian soldiers patrolling back and forth from morning till night, and any suspicious strangers will be caught by them and thrown into prison.

The king's banner depicting Horus the Eagle fluttered high above the city wall, and the gust of wind whizzed past it.

It shows that the Pharaoh of Egypt is in this city which is already in emergency preparations.

Not long ago, he personally led an army from the capital to this place.

The unscrupulousness of the king of thieves in Lower Egypt angered the pharaoh in the royal capital, and despite the dissuasion of the ministers, he resolutely led his army to march north.

On the left side of the city is a desert land full of sand grains.

On the opposite side of this desert, the legendary army of the terrifying Thief King who occupied most of Lower Egypt with the power of the evil god was there.

The Thieves King, who received the news of the Pharaoh's personal conquest, did not flinch, and immediately led his army to meet him.

Both sides are quiet at the moment, with a calm atmosphere.

The desert that isolates each other is the battlefield of the decisive battle. Perhaps in the next second, there will be a bloody storm there.

This is a war from which there is no retreat.

There is only one sun in the sky, and there is only one king in Egypt.

Either you die or I die.

【The winner is king】

It is now approaching evening, and the refreshing night wind blows from the Nile River, bringing a moist breath.

The young king of Egypt sat on it, his crimson eyes under the pure gold headdress stared at the ceramic square piece in his hand, which was only the size of a thumb.

He sat boldly, and the bright red cloak that was as bright as his pupils was spread obliquely from his shoulders, dyeing the seat a fiery red hue.

A long sword was slanted across the golden girdle around the Pharaoh's waist, and the light brown hand was holding on to the hilt, tightening a little bit, showing the young king's displeasure at the moment.

The hand holding the ceramic square suddenly shook, and the crushed ceramic fragments fell from Atum's open hand to the ground.

There was no trace of where the Thief King was.

This is the secret report from the spies ahead.

The war was imminent, but the Thief King suddenly disappeared in the army. No matter how you look at it, this is a bit unusual.

The young pharaoh was sitting there, his crimson pupils sweeping from side to side.

Priestess Isis, who had been pondering for a long time just now, stepped forward and said softly, "My lord, it's not appropriate to act rashly when the situation is unclear."

Mahathir on the side nodded and echoed, "And the follow-up food has not yet been delivered, so it's best to wait a little longer."

"It will take a few days for the chariot team to arrive. Before that, I don't agree to act rashly."

The great priest Seth who took a step forward spoke with a serious face.

"My lord, this is a war that will determine the future of Egypt, please be careful."

Listening to the speeches of the confidant priests one after another, the young Pharaoh's brows became tighter and tighter.

Obviously very unhappy with the current situation.

However, even though his face was unhappy, he still didn't say a word.

After pondering for a while, just as he was about to open his mouth to give an order, the side door was suddenly opened with a creak.

A girl with long brown hair came in with a smile and a fruit plate, followed by several maids.

It's time for dinner.

The pupils of the young Pharaoh seemed to move slightly, thinking about something, he nodded and allowed the girl to bring the food up with the maids.

The three great priests looked at each other without making a sound.

They sat down in silence and began to eat, and Seth's eyes revealed a look of obvious boredom—under the suggestion and connivance of the lord of this city, his daughter always came to the king's side intentionally or unintentionally— What time is it now!Still have this kind of thought? !

The girl with the beauty not inferior to the white lotus blooming in the Nile River quietly stood beside the handsome young king, forming a harmonious and beautiful picture.

The young pharaoh picked up a small piece of bread and ate it slowly, but instead of concentrating on it, he seemed to be thinking about something.

After eating the food in his hand, Atum turned his head sideways.

The girl was taking a warm towel from the maid beside her and squatting down to wipe the oil on the pharaoh's fingers.

The young king sitting on the high seat looked down at the girl who was as delicate and beautiful as a flower kneeling at his feet, and there seemed to be a faint brilliance in the depths of his pupils.

"You want to follow me?"

The young girl was taken aback by the boy king's abrupt opening, and almost dropped the wine glass he was about to hold in his hand.

Raising her head with a little anxiety, her eyes flickered over the handsome and powerful face in a panic. The girl lowered her head, exposing her beautifully curved neck, and nodded shyly.

The young Pharaoh watched her, took the glass of wine, and drank it down.

Then, he put the wine glass on the table.

"Come over to bed tonight."

He said, getting up to leave.

"king--"

The one who spoke out abruptly in the midst of astonishment was the great priest Seth who couldn't bear it and stood up.

"Now is not the time to have fun!"

This sentence is almost a direct reprimand from the following criminals.

From this we can see how furious Seth has become at this moment.

"Just to relieve boredom."

The young Pharaoh replied coldly, he still turned his back to Seth, and he didn't even pause in his forward steps.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and lifted the curtain on the side, and strode into the inner room.

Seth stood there, watching helplessly as the soft and drapey curtain covered the Pharaoh's leaving back.

His lips were tightly pursed, and the fist hanging by his side was clenched bit by bit.

Mahat secretly glanced at Seth who looked angry, and then glanced at Isis who was staring hard at the Pharaoh's leaving back. Although he showed embarrassment, he finally couldn't help but excuse the boy king.

"Ahaha... After all, the king is still young, just at the time when he is full of blood... It's been so long..."

The following words were gradually silenced until they disappeared under the thoughtful and sharp eyes of Isis who turned around.

……

In the middle of the night, heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor.

The High Priest Mahat, who was in a hurry, was stopped outside the door by the Pharaoh's loyal bodyguards.

"I have an urgent military situation to report to the king!"

Mahat yelled at the two guards who stopped him, but saw that the two guards looked embarrassed.

One of them looked around, leaned over and spoke softly.

"Master Mahat, don't go in at this time..."

He said, blushing a little.

"Wang is in the dormitory... um... that... has been... for a long time..."

He stammered, "It seems to be continuing now..."

Mahat was stunned for a moment, his face changed a few times, and he didn't know how to react.

He hesitated for a moment, and when he calmed down, he immediately keenly caught the moan of the faintly visible girl who was almost whining, but charming and heart-wrenching, coming from the room.

It's so late...

Wang, your physical strength is too good...

Well, as expected, he is still young and full of vigor...

Mahat took two steps back in embarrassment, thinking wildly.

But as soon as he clenched his hands, the small ceramic square piece in his palm stopped him from backing away.

Mahat frowned, thought for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and pushed the two people who were blocking the way and went straight to the gate.

That may be related to the outcome of this war, and it cannot be delayed for a moment!

Suddenly the door was slammed several times, and in the pitch-black room, the men and women who were entangled on the bed were suddenly separated in shock.

A gap leaked from the slapped door, and the bright moonlight shone through the gap. The traces on the girl's sweaty and soft body exposed to the moonlight became more and more obscene and alluring.

In the next second, this alluring carcass quickly wrapped itself in the quilt.

But the man who was hugging the girl tightly suddenly turned over and sat up naked, looking towards the door.

He slammed the door several times, coughed heavily, and felt that he had almost reminded him, Mahat lowered his head and walked in as lightly as possible.

He was ready to be reprimanded or even punished.

He lowered his head, still feeling extremely embarrassed, and couldn't help coughing a few times. Just as he was about to speak, a man's voice came from the bed.

"you--"

That pronunciation made Mahat raise his head abruptly regardless.

With just one glance, his face suddenly changed color.

On the big gorgeous white bed, the girl who subconsciously wrapped her body in a sheet screamed and curled up, and the person who was hugging the girl just now turned over and sat up at this moment was a man Mahart was familiar with, but at this moment he absolutely shouldn't be. People in this kind of place!

——That is one of the king's personal bodyguards!

"Where is the king?!"