Pharaoh

In the Pharaoh's temporary bedroom, a woman's shrill scream that could almost tear people's eardrums suddenly erupted. The two men who were hesitating outside the door were accidentally pushed away by the priest Mahat and broke into the room. The guards looked at each other, and subconsciously reached out to push the door that was only a crack open and run in.

He just touched the door with his hand, and suddenly the door was half-opened. Priest Mahat stood at the door, staring coldly at the two guards who were about to enter.

"Get out and let no one in!"

He yelled at the two of them, and gave the order as the great priest, with a look of fury on his face.

With a bang, the slammed door almost hit the faces of the two men.

The two guards looked at each other for a while, they could only ignore the woman's screams in the room, turned around and stood guard honestly and stopped the patrolling guards who came following the sound.

In the room, Priest Mahat, who had always been considered mild compared to Seth, had a pale face at the moment.

"If you don't want to die, shut up immediately!"

With his chin raised slightly, he uttered a cold and angry voice almost forced from the depths of his throat at the girl who was still screaming on the bed.

The girl who succumbed to the powerful mental oppression of the great priest suddenly stopped talking. She looked at Mahat, shrank back in fear, and wrapped her soft body full of obscene traces more tightly with the quilt.Then, she looked at the man next to her who was still giving her a great double heaven-like pain and pleasure just now.

It was the face of a young and heroic young man, but it was not the handsome boy king she had just imagined in the dark because she couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, tears filled her wide eyes, and she curled up, holding her breath and sobbing softly.

Facing the angry high priest, the young man appeared calm.

He casually pulled the clothes beside the bed to wrap his lower body, got off the bed and knelt down to salute the great priest.

"Lord Mahat." He replied calmly, "The city lord Hader has a question, and the king brought his secret guards to interrogate him."

At the side, the girl whose slender and round shoulders were still trembling slightly, showing a delicate and pitiful posture, was suddenly shocked, and her face turned pale.

She raised her head in bewilderment, her beautiful eyes full of tears stared at the two people who were talking.

Her face looked dazed, but there was deep fear in her eyes—this time, it wasn't aimed at the great priest who stopped looking at her.

"The king...he..."

She suppressed a few broken and meaningless moans from her throat, and her body trembled more and more.

Mahart let out a heavy breath.

Although it made him very unhappy to act in private without telling him, it was not the first time Wang had done this since he was a child. He had to get used to it if he wanted to...

Well, anyway, as long as it is what Wang wants to do, no one can stop it, or it should be said that no one dares to stop it.

Moreover, the king did not act recklessly alone, but took the secret guards who were born for the king since childhood and were selected through cruel fighting. This somewhat reassured Mahat.

"Then you don't have to..."

Mahat cast a glance at the crumpled bed full of obscene traces, and remembered what the guard outside said to him just now, and couldn't help frowning, "To this extent."

"The order given to me by the king is not to allow anyone to notice or even approach this place."

Kneeling down, the guard replied.

It's more like a counterattack than an answer.

The implication in the words is that that method is the simplest and most convenient method, and at the same time, secretly and mercilessly accused the great priest who trespassed in the king's bedroom for being rude.

"Don't you know that this behavior of yours will bring the king a notorious reputation for wantonness!"

The frowning priest shouted unhappily.

"The subordinates reported this to the king, and the king said nothing happened."

Facing the reprimand from the great priest, the guard still lowered his head and answered calmly.

"..."

Priest Mahat was at a loss for words.

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In the dark night, the moon is covered by thick clouds and it is difficult to see its appearance clearly. Even the little starlight left on the black screen is hazy.

The land of Egypt seemed to be covered with an ambiguous light black tulle.

The city lord Hader sat on the bed, his body stiffened.

His pupils dilated to the limit that a living person can reach, and they trembled from time to time.

Bean-sized drops of sweat flowed down from his cheeks, which still had the charm of a mature man, and soaked the long hair attached to his neck.

His eyes showed great fear and disbelief, staring straight ahead——

The young pharaoh leaned calmly with his hands folded against the window where a little light came into the room. The pure gold Eye of Horus headdress on his forehead reflected the light to the depth of the young king's bright ruby ​​pupils. It makes it look as if it is glowing in the dark, which is very breathtaking.

A few well-built men with ordinary appearances that could be forgotten at a glance squatted, half-kneeled, or stood sideways on both sides of the king. The tense muscles that could explode at any time showed a vigilant posture that they would not relax for a second.

Keng——

The scabbard of the long sword hanging obliquely on the boy king's waist rubbed against the stone wall of the room, making a slight and crisp impact sound.

It caused a stone thrown by the secret guard just now to wake up from the dream and become stiff. Now the city lord finally reacted. Harder's wide-open pupils suddenly trembled. He suddenly turned over and knelt up, reached out and grabbed The long sword hanging from the edge of the bed——

The wrist that had just grabbed the hilt of the sword suddenly hurt sharply.

A half-kneeling man who was standing next to the young king rushed over at the moment Harder grabbed the hilt of the sword with lightning speed, grabbed Hader's wrist, and mercilessly With a sharp strangle, the sound of tiny bones breaking was extremely ear-piercing in this silent room.

Then, the man tore Hader, the city lord who was obviously stronger than him in height and weight, from the bed, twisted his backhand, and with a click, his entire arm was dislocated.The secret guard flicked it cleanly again, and pressed Harder's head firmly to the ground.

The dislocated left arm was twisted high and lifted, and the city lord, whose head was pressed hard and half of his face was pressed against the cold ground, was panting heavily.His eyes rolled a few times, and he aimed at the young king standing in front of the window with an expression that was completely contrary to his current embarrassment.

The supreme pharaoh of Egypt.

The pair of flame-like pupils stared at him who was destined to crawl humbly at his feet, the condescending gaze that hurt his soul, the look of looking down on the ants——

Everything made Harder burn with resentment from the bottom of his heart.

He glared back at the young pharaoh, with hungry wolf-like eyes full of evil spirits.

A weird laugh squeezed out of his throat, and Hader's eyes stared straight at the Boy King.

"Young king, you are throwing yourself into a trap, and my servants will be here soon."

He declared so arrogantly, "And you who offend me will receive the worst punishment!"

Following his shout, there were many hurried footsteps outside the door.

Those footsteps stopped abruptly at the door, and then, the door was suddenly opened without a sound.

In Hader's expectant gaze, the tall and beautiful Priestess stepped into the room with light steps.

She showed a gentle and beautiful smile to Hader who was staring at her in astonishment, but to Hader at this moment, it was more terrifying than the smile of Anubis, the god of death.

Then, Isis raised his head and looked at the pharaoh in front of him.

She bowed slightly and saluted the young king in front of her gracefully, and she straightened up again after the young king raised her head to signal.

"Excuse me for being late, king."

The beautiful priestess said that from the door behind her, several corpses were lying there.

Blood spread from the door to her feet, rippling on the edges of her feet.

Half of Isis's feet were dyed bright red. It's hard to tell whether it was stained red by the pool of blood at the door or just walked along the bloody road along the way.

Standing in the pool of blood, she indifferently showed a bright smile to Hader who was staring at her viciously.

……

Not long after coming to this city, the young Pharaoh was keenly aware that something was wrong with the city lord Hader.

However, considering the possibility of leaks, the young pharaoh did not discuss this matter with his great priests.

Although the people who followed Atum were trustworthy confidants, Harder was the master of the city and the mansion after all.They would have no way of knowing if Hader had arranged a bugged secret door or other secret passage in the room.

Has accepted the "daughter" presented by Harder to serve the bedroom to lower Harder's vigilance, and even used this as an excuse to expel the idlers out of the bedroom and not allow them to approach half a step.

But Yatum secretly communicated with his confidant guards, and sneaked into Harder's bedroom in the middle of the night to control him.

The arrival of Priestess Isis did not surprise the young Pharaoh either. If anyone among the several great priests could guess what he would do tonight, it would be this careful and keen priestess.

But Mahat must have crashed it...

As for Seth, he was probably still sulking in his bedroom.

"Please forgive my uninvited, but I am really curious." Isis said, smiling at the young Pharaoh, "After all, I have never heard the rumor that Hader's daughter is so beautiful. Ah...and, if I remember correctly, his daughter should have passed away due to illness more than a month ago."

Then, she turned her head.

"So, I really can't guess, where did you find the 'daughter' who was allowed to sleep with the king's favor?"

She said, her bright eyes flicked, and she lightly landed on the middle-aged city owner who was lying on the ground in a panic.

"Had, maybe... you can satisfy my curiosity?"

Ignoring the obviously ironic question from the Priestess, Hader let out a strange laugh, his eyes fixed on the Boy King.

His face was filled with a strange red color as if his life force was burned and boiled suddenly.

"Young and conceited king, if you refuse to accept the glory of the great evil god, you are destined to meet your imminent death."

The agitated face that was shrouded in desire and ambition made that supposedly heroic face look extremely terrifying.

His pupils dilated suddenly, as if he was already in his delusional world.

"As long as you die, I will be the king of the world!"

"presumptuous!"

He didn't care about the vehement reprimand of Priestess Isis, whose faint smile suddenly disappeared and turned into a cold expression, Hader's face was flushed almost sickly.

Struggling desperately, he stretched out his hand to the young king in front of him.

"As long as you sacrifice your life, the throne and power promised by the great evil god will immediately belong to me—"

Completely ignoring Hader's almost crazy shouts and nonsense at the moment, the young Pharaoh's sharp sword eyebrows suddenly frowned, and the golden building blocks hanging on his chest flashed and flashed a faint golden light.

And under the shroud of the faint golden light, Yatum saw the black filament-like mist spreading and winding from the depths of Hader's wide-open pupils.

The mist was thick, and penetrated deeply into Harder's eyes, as if it had soaked Harder's brain.

He pondered for a moment, stepped forward and bent down.

The secret guards beside him moved slightly, but they didn't move.

Just after they looked at each other and exchanged each other's consciousness for an instant, a secret guard immediately stepped forward, and before the pharaoh bent down, he took the hand that Hader stretched out to the pharaoh and twisted it away. Mortar, and together with the original secret guard who was pressing Hader, pressed Hader tightly, making him unable to move at all.

The young pharaoh's light brown slender fingers pressed on the eyes that were only bloodshot from the eyes of those around him.

However, at the moment of contact, the golden building block that fell on Harder's cheek because of the boy king's leaning over suddenly shone with golden light.

Atum looked at the black mist that wrapped around Hader, which he could only see when the golden building blocks were shining, and was dissipated by the golden light.

Harder suddenly let out a hush, his sickly expression turned into a confused expression, and the madness in his eyes disappeared at that moment.

He stopped struggling, and lay on the ground in a daze, his eyes appearing to be in a daze.

"king?"

Isis stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Obviously she also saw that something was wrong with Harder.

The young Pharaoh withdrew his hand with a hum and stood up.

He said, "Call Mahart over here."

……

During this sleepless night, most people did not sleep well.

When it was almost dawn, Mahat407464.html"target="_blank">had conducted a detailed inspection of Hader and returned to report to the Pharaoh.

"King, do you still remember..."

Mahat had only spoken half a sentence, but he paused, with a hesitant look on his face.

However, at this time, it has to be brought up again.

"Remember... the curse that His Royal Highness once suffered?"

Standing in front of the high seat, the young pharaoh leaned slightly, scanning the map in front of him with a gaze overlooking the whole situation.

When Mahat spoke, the pen in his hand was about to point to a point on the upper left of the map.

Suddenly there was a heavy pause, and the tip of the pen that was tapped suddenly almost poked a hole in the precious topographical map of war that was drawn with a lot of manpower and material resources.

Then, the pen was lifted up and hung in mid-air for a long time.

The young king of Egypt was silent. He lowered his head, his pure golden hair hanging down to cover most of his face.

Only the lower half of the light brown face can be seen, and the sharp lips are tightly pressed, which makes the boy king's innate courage even more daunting.

The young pharaoh was standing in front of the table, holding the map on the table tightly with one hand, and the hand holding the pen was hanging in the air motionless.

His eyes still fell on the map on the table without blinking, and he didn't move away for a long time.

He stood there without saying a word.

【I will protect you. 】

It is said that the words of the king speak for themselves.

He never fulfilled his promise.

Whether in the past or now...