Pharaoh

Um…? ...this pose...seems a little out of place?

The Egyptian prince, who hugged the evil god's thigh tightly, rushed forward for a moment without hesitation, and held back the evil god who wanted to leave. After calming down a little, he finally realized how weird his behavior was at the moment.

However, although he also felt a little embarrassed, in order to prevent the evil god from really leaving him and leaving again, he still tightly hugged the evil god's thigh and refused to let go.

"Host."

And the black-haired boy who was hugged on the thigh called him, although he didn't say much, but the corners of his raised lips showed a smile that was not a smile.

"Well...you promise me first that if you don't leave, I'll let you go!"

The game was boring for a while, and I decided to bargain with the evil god first.

In short, let this guy stay first.

"can."

The evil god answered very simply.

Yuyu blinked his eyes, and his eyeballs rolled around.

"Take me out when you go out."

"No."

The evil god's answer was still very clean.

One is one, two is two, plain and simple.

The king of Egypt, who had repeatedly run into a wall, let go of his hands lazily, and the evil god once again landed in front of You Yu. He leaned forward slightly, narrowing the distance between him and the host. gazed at his host.

The corners of her lips still had that half-smile look, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised.

The wind blowing from the desert caused the evil god's soft black hair to fly up, brushing against the white cheeks of the Egyptian prince.

That face, which was obviously exactly the same as his own but unconsciously revealing a bewitching beauty from the bottom of his bones, made Yu You take a step back uncomfortably, avoiding the aura of the other party who was so close that he could feel it.

Just take a step back-

"Wow ah ah ah!"

Brother Wang sadly forgot that he is now standing on the section of a tall column. Although the column is very thick, it is still roomy for him alone, but with one more person, it seems that the scope of foothold is limited.

He was already standing on the edge of the arc, but if he took a step back, his foot would be empty, and he was caught off guard and fell backwards with his whole body.

Just like last time, a slender but powerful white hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him up abruptly.

The difference is that the evil god who dragged him up again looked at him with an inexplicable strange look in his eyes.

"It is useless to say that you are so powerful that you can even get rid of my control."

The black-haired boy said, "You say you are strong, but you do stupid things."

"Who do you think is responsible for me doing these stupid things?"

The king brother of Egypt, who was deemed by the evil god to be doing something stupid, twitched his eyes.

"As long as you let me out, nothing will happen!"

While distinguishing, he couldn't forget to ask the evil god to let him out.

The black-haired boy with a playful face didn't answer his words, but approached him again. He subconsciously turned sideways and avoided, but this time he paid attention to his feet.

"The host is afraid of me?"

Compared with the childish voice of a teenager in the game, the voice of the evil god is a bit deep.

And it is precisely because of this lowness that it strengthens the courage of the evil god.

Sometimes you can't help thinking, if you learn from the evil god and lower your voice, will you be able to have a little bit of the royal majesty that Seth has been talking about for a long time?

Hmm...it's too far to think at this time...

The young Wangdi shook his head, and while answering the evil god's question with his movements, he also drove out the bunch of random thoughts in his mind.

Rather than being afraid, it's better to say that I feel extremely uncomfortable seeing a completely unfamiliar face on my own face.

On the contrary, the evil god saw that he shook his head and did not answer, but muttered to himself.

"If you can be afraid of me, things will be easier..."

The game is still silent, because he knows what the so-called thing of the evil god is.

Not to mention agreeing, he wouldn't even think about it.

Looking at the appearance of the evil god, he knew that no matter what he said, the evil god would definitely not agree to let him go out, and he didn't know what was going on outside now. Not only did the king of Egypt look a little listless.

He turned around and jumped off the tall post in a dispirited manner.

When he landed, the cold, golden-yellow fine sand covered half of his white bare feet.

He stood on the desert of ruins and walked forward, the dry wind blowing in front of him lifted his pure golden forehead hair.

Behind him, there are footprints stepped on one by one.

After walking for a while, he stood still and raised his head to look up at the huge statue that was half-buried under the yellow sand and weathered so badly that its original appearance could not be seen.

He stretched out his hand and touched the broken arm in front of him, which was only half the height of his own man. He was stunned for a while, and an inexplicable feeling of sadness welling up from the bottom of his heart made him bow down. nod.

During the time he stayed here, only this tall statue accompanied him alone.

Here he is, alone.

Here he can see nothing, hear nothing.

Here he is, helpless.

The black-haired boy stood on a tall column and looked down at his host, as well as the long footprints left on the desert.

He watched quietly as his host stood in front of the half of the statue and reached out to caress the faceless statue, with a sad look on his face.

Then, he flew down and landed beside You Yu.

He also stood on the soft sand, but it seemed to be standing on solid stone ground, without leaving any footprints.

"If you don't go out and do what you want to do, what do you still do here."

Yu Yu turned his back on the evil god, and seemed unwilling to take another look.

He squatted down on the sand without any royal image.

He was afraid that if he took one more look at the evil god, he would no longer be able to resist punching him in spite of himself... But he also knew that when the time came, he would definitely be the one who was unlucky.

Thinking of this, Yu You, who had just desperately wanted the evil god to stay, couldn't help but want to drive the evil god away.

Although Wang Di's tone was obviously disgusting, but the black-haired boy standing beside him couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw the small back of the host who squatted on the ground with his back turned to him in anger.

And there was a real smile on his face.

"I don't like the human body," he said.

He really doesn't like to use the human body, which restricts his strength and makes him feel heavy and uncomfortable.

Even the most perfect human body he molded with the blood of the gods and the resurrection power of the dead still disliked him.

No matter how perfect it was, it was still classified as an inferior human body in his eyes.

If he didn't want the host to hinder him, he would rather stay in his world most of the time instead of using the host's body.

From the very beginning, he made it clear that he would not take away the host's body.

It's just that his host doesn't seem to believe that he is...

"If you don't like it, you still want to grab it..."

You Yu stood up and turned to look at the evil god, with a displeased look on his face.

After all, he still had concerns about not wanting to turn against the evil god, so he endured it and didn't continue talking.

After thinking about it for a while, the king's brother of Egypt made another request.

"I didn't yell to go out either."

He said, carefully watching the expression of the evil god.

"Can you...can you tell me what's going on outside?"

"I don't want to say."

"Don't be too—"

Just as Wang Di spat out half a sentence bitterly, the remaining half was forcefully forced back by the evil god's next sentence.

"See for yourself."

The black-haired evil god said, raised his head, and pointed his slender fingers to the boundless golden desert in front of him.

A gust of wind suddenly swept up, rolling up countless yellow sand on the ground.

They flew wildly in the air, but were combed by the whirlwind and quickly rotated around a huge circular arc in the air.

It was like a huge mirror appeared out of nowhere in the sky.

You You raised his head in astonishment, opened his eyes wide and looked at the yellow sand mirror with the flying yellow sand as the outline and the air as the surface, which was almost as huge as the giant statue around him, and subconsciously swallowed his throat.

What is reflected in the mirror is not the Egyptian prince and evil god standing in front of it, but a certain battlefield thousands of miles away like a mirage.

There is also a Gobi Desert, where the boundless yellow sand shines with golden fragments under the sun.

It's just that the golden reflection, which was so bright that it would sting people's eyes, was blocked by the densely packed soldiers who could barely see the end.

The two armies confronted each other and lined up at both ends of the desert.

The black war horse neighed, and the horse's hooves trampled on the sand, kicking up golden sand.

The strong wind that swept from the depths of the desert swept the two armies with opposite colors and distinct colors with sand grains.

The dark-skinned high priest pulled the reins, suppressing the black steed that was restless and eager to try because of the atmosphere of the battlefield.

"Mahart."

The moment he saw that familiar face, Yugi couldn't help but pronounce the other person's name.

There was a bit of surprise in his voice, because at first glance, he really didn't recognize Mahat.

Mahat was not wearing the wide, long, delicate and gorgeous high priest's clothes he was most familiar with at the moment, but was wearing light armor.

The face that was always generous and gentle when facing him, now had bright eyes, full of evil spirits, and full of power.

That high priest who always nags like an old woman in front of the Pharaoh, that honest high priest who is always teased and bullied by the priestess, that high priest who is always a bit indecisive in front of him...leading the army at this moment Standing proudly in front of the enemy army, his back was so tall that it seemed to cover the entire Egyptian army behind him.

The steed under his crotch neighed long and fiercely pawed the ground with a ferocity no less than that of a wild beast. If it hadn't been for the master's restraint, he might have jumped up and bit the battlefield in the next second.

As long as he stands in front of the army, it is enough to raise the morale of the entire Egyptian army.

The game is the first time to see such Mahat.

Not a loyal and loving servant of the Pharaoh.

Not a close friend of Priestess.

It's not the great priest who is in a dilemma and at a loss when facing his brother's troubles.

The Mahat he sees now is just an incomparable majestic general leading the Egyptian army on the battlefield——

The huge shouts that almost shook the entire desert land came wave after wave like churning waves.

The troops that were originally confronting each other quietly launched a charge at the same time at that moment, and they slammed into each other like relatively surging waves, breaking into countless pieces in an instant.

You watched nervously as Mahat charged forward under the protection of countless elite soldiers around him. They were like a sharp knife, splitting the enemy's central barrier blocking the Egyptian army's progress.

However, in an instant, a group of elites from among the enemy army also leaped out, fighting against Mahart's group of elites.

Keng!

Mahat's long sword blocked the enemy general who was rushing towards him with a fierce slash.

Then, he galloped his horse back two steps, took a breath, pursed his lips tightly, and bit the opponent with complicated and angry eyes.

Yu Yu subconsciously looked at the opponent along the long sword that fell down.

The moment he saw the face of the enemy general holding a long sword, Yu Yu's face turned pale.

He couldn't help taking a step back, as if he couldn't believe the person he saw.

However, at the moment when the general had a fierce look on his face and stabbed Mahat again to kill him, he finally couldn't help calling out the name of the man he was so familiar with.

"Set!"

That's Seth, he won't admit it!

But the undisguised murderous look on that cold face was even fatal to Mahart——

Is it—

Yu Yu instantly took a breath of cold air, and the thought that came to his mind for a moment made him feel that his whole bone marrow was soaked into the deepest part of the ice water, and his whole body was chilled.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the black-haired boy with a nonchalant expression beside him, gritted his teeth, and said, "What did you do to Seth?!"

The black-haired boy who was being questioned by the host raised his eyes slightly, obviously not understanding who the host was talking about.

For him, the difference between all human beings is just three kinds of 'host', 'Pharaoh' and 'human being'.

Yugi swallowed a breath with difficulty, forced himself to calm down, and raised his finger to Seth.

"That human is the next pharaoh I have chosen to replace you."

The evil god glanced at the human casually and replied.

"When did you figure it out, I can make that human disappear at any time."

During the time of the question-and-answer conversation with the evil god in the game, the winner has almost been decided on the entire desert battlefield.

The Egyptian army, which was originally high in morale, collapsed for some reason when it confronted the enemy. Everyone showed a look of anxiety, and their hands and feet were bound.

It was as if there was an extremely powerful invisible pressure in the air that made them unable to breathe.

On the other hand, the enemy army showed high morale and even went crazy. A crazy momentum that was not afraid of death for life and did not flinch forced the Egyptian army to retreat step by step.

In the end, the Egyptian army, which could no longer hold on, finally collapsed, and countless Egyptian soldiers fled in all directions.

Only a group of elites surrounded by Mahat struggled for a long while, but they were already at a disadvantage, and they finally protected the great priest and fled from the side of the battlefield in a hurry.

Seth led a team of elites to catch up.

The two sides ran and fought, and gradually penetrated into the depths of the desert.

The soldiers around Seth and Mahat were exhausted little by little, leaving only a few guards, who still chased and fled for a long time.

However, in the process of chasing and escaping, the black horse under Mahart's crotch was accidentally shot through its front legs by the pursuers and fell to the ground, rolling down with Mahat.

Seth, who finally caught up, got off his horse and walked towards Mahat with a sneer of triumph on his face.

The cold long sword hung from his hand, dripping blood on the sand along the way he walked.

Keng——

There was a crisp sound of the blade hitting, and the long sword that was sent flying by Seth swirled in the air, and plunged heavily into the sand obliquely.

Mahat, who had lost his weapon and was half kneeling on the ground, was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently to the point of almost exploding.

He lifted up half of his blood-stained head, and looked at Seth, who was looking down on him, with sad and remorseful eyes.

He moved his lips and seemed to be saying something quickly.

Seth ignored him, but stared at Mahat with fierce eyes, with a smug and cold smile on his lips.

Then, Seth suddenly raised the long sword in his hand.

stabbed with a sword——

"Seth stop!"

At this moment, the game finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out his hand to stop Seth who seemed to be right in front of him.

But the moment his hand touched the mirror, it was bounced back suddenly, and the strong resistance bounced his whole body out, and he fell heavily on the sand.

And when he stretched out his hand like this, he also disrupted the orbit of the yellow sand's airflow. The whole huge mirror made a buzzing sound, and collapsed in an instant, scattering the yellow sand all over the ground, and piled up a small sand slope. .

At the last moment when the mirror of yellow sand disappeared, only the moment when Seth stabbed the long sword down, the splash of bright red blood almost dyed the whole sky red.

You Xi propped up his body and sat up, staring at Sha Po in a daze, his face pale.

He looked at the empty sky with a look of despair.

He was sitting on the sand, the back of his hand propped on the ground was blood-stained by the fine yellow sand passing by like a whirlwind the moment he stretched out his hand just now.

That hand clenched little by little, grasping the tiny golden grains of sand that were full of it.

The knuckles that were clenched to the limit were almost white, and the small wound on the back of the hand was stretched open under the force of the swelling, and the bright red blood flowed down, staining the golden sand between the fingers red.

The king of Egypt gritted his teeth, and the teeth rattled as if they were fighting.

There was a look of anger and fear on his face, which made his whole arm tremble slightly.

The black-haired evil god standing aside looked at him, his eyes moved slightly.

Brother Wang's anger was within his expectation, but what was the strange panic and fear in his eyes that even showed a sense of despair...

"why?"

The young Wangdi opened his mouth, each word seemed to be forced out from the depths of his stiff throat, and the last word trembled violently.

"Seth has no... no, no royal blood at all, why did you choose him?"

"That human?"

The black-haired boy looked down at the face showing an expression that puzzled him, and the unexpected emotion made him frown slightly.

Why did that human make his host react so violently?

Moreover, he also has doubts about the issue of the host.

"Why should I choose someone with royal blood?"

The game is the most suitable host for him, so even though this host has royal blood, he can tolerate it as long as he is willing to become the pharaoh under his control.

However, since it is now possible to choose another human being to become the pharaoh, he will naturally choose from among the human beings who do not have the blood of Ra.

"Host, I will not allow humans with Ra's bloodline to become pharaohs other than you."

He said, leaning down slightly, his pupils like ink dots looked at his host.

He reached out and cupped one side of his host's cheek.

His dark pupils refracted a cold arc at the edge.

"Ra bound me in his blood for a long time, and with this I shall end."

The young king of Egypt must have met the eyes of the evil god, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, but he could no longer make a sound, and his pupils dimmed little by little.

History has gone round and round and returned to the doomed track.

Seth finally chose to confront the Pharaoh again.

Once again Mahat sacrificed his life for Egypt.

Darkness still engulfed the land of Egypt bit by bit.

Whether my so-called insignificant struggle will be easily crushed by the wheels of history that is too huge to resist...