Pharaoh

Ceramic tablets, densely carved with tiny Egyptian characters, fell to the ground and shattered.

The maid who came in with the fruit was startled by the sudden crisp sound, and almost toppled the whole fruit plate on the ground.

Holding the fruit plate in her hands in a panic, the maid regained her composure, and then looked forward with surprised eyes.

Her usual calm and beautiful mistress stood there.

Long black hair hung down from one side of his bare shoulder, and a slender arm stretched out to support the pillar beside him.

The young priestess lowered her head, and the shadow of her loose long hair fell on her half-hidden face, making it impossible to see her expression at the moment.

She stood there with her usual slender and tall figure.

At her feet, fragments of ceramics were scattered all over the floor.

At that moment, the sunlight came in through the skylight, and the light spots refracted by the countless fragments fell on her body, revealing a softer beauty.

...But for some reason, there is an unusual fragility and helplessness...

Seeing that something was wrong with the master, the maid was hesitating with the fruit plate, but she saw the priestess took a deep breath and raised her head.

Isis withdrew her hand supporting the pillar. She raised her head slightly, straightened her back, and looked down at the maid in the attitude of a high-ranking person.

She nodded slightly, and signaled the maid to put the fruit plate on the table beside her. That beautiful face was still calm and calm, without any clues.

The maid only felt that the fragility she felt at that moment might just be an illusion caused by her mistress's body being too slender and beautiful.

After serving the fruit plate, the maid bowed her head and quickly backed out.

So she didn't see the priestess' eyes that became cold for a moment after she withdrew.Isis lowered her head, as if her frozen eyes fell on the broken ceramic fragments on the ground.

Even though the ceramic piece had been shattered, the tiny Egyptian characters that could be discerned still made her feel extremely glaring.

[Mahart is dead. 】

[Killed by Seth. 】

Priestess's breathing suddenly became rapid, as if an invisible stagnation of qi was stuck in her chest, making her unable to breathe.

She clutched her chest, gasping for breath, and bent down.

Her right hand pressed heavily on the table in front of her to support her body.

That person...that person with a sincere smile was still talking and laughing with her not long ago, discussing government affairs together, and working hard together to make suggestions.

Two days ago, she stood by Wang's side, watching Mahat, who was leading the army on the west road, smiled and waved goodbye to them.

That farewell is forever.

Isis bent down and sat down little by little.

She clasped her chest with her hands upward, pressing her slender fingers on the gold jewelry on her neck.

She suddenly had an urge to tear off this golden artifact that she cherished most since she got it and never left her body, just like the ceramic secret report just now, and threw it on the ground.

The revival of the evil god.

The younger brother became the host.

Seth rebelled against Pharaoh.

Mahart's death.

All of this... the golden jewelry with the power of prophecy, the golden artifact that guards Egypt... why didn't you tell her?Why are you stingy with reminding her even a little foreknowledge? .

The golden artifact, the great priest, both it and she are revered as the most noble and powerful existence in Egypt.

But it does nothing!

But she can't do anything!

The fingertips pressed on the gold jewelry were trembling slightly, and it took a lot of effort to pull away the fingers that were almost stuck to the gold jewelry. Isis took a deep breath again, and then let it out slowly .

She tried her best to calm herself down, but the blood vessels on her forehead seemed to throb and throbbed so badly.

She glanced at the ceramic shards on the ground again, a sudden anger welling up in her chest made her suddenly raise her hand, wanting to sweep away all the messy things on the table——

The moment the hand was raised, it froze in mid-air, and it didn't swing down for a long time.

After a long while, Priestess' hand fell gently.

She closed her eyes, unable to see the expression in her eyes clearly, her face had returned to her usual calm look at this moment, but the hand that fell was clenched more and more tightly, the knuckles were almost white.

From the day he assisted the king, he had already made up his mind to be the king and dedicate his life to Egypt at any time.

So did she, and so did Mahart.

It's not that she hasn't thought about the day when her friends live and die.

It's just that Mahat's life is not worth it, it's too worthless——

Seth!

I will take the life of you, a traitor, to comfort Mahat's soul in Hades! .

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Isis tightened the reins, his face was cold, his slender eyebrows were also furrowed, and the unpredictable brilliance in his eyes flickered.

The priest Xia Da, who led the Egyptian army on the east route with her, also frowned tightly, staring straight ahead with a strange expression.

One man and one horse stood alone in front of the countless Egyptian army that could hardly see the end at a glance.

The gray-white hair was wildly scattered around the man's dark brown cheeks, and the hideous scar with a slightly open mouth showed the arrogant and unscrupulous posture of the man more and more.

The white-haired king of thieves stood in front of the Egyptian army alone.

He squinted, with a playful sneer on his face, and the cold arc of light in his slender pupils was like a poisonous snake, which made people feel cold and fearful from the bottom of their hearts.

He rode a horse and stood on the hillside, looking down at the crowd from a high position.

Blocking the passage of tens of thousands of people with the power of one person is a gesture of treating these tens of thousands of people as nothing.

How willful, how arrogant——Isis patted the steed under her body, which was restless because of the oncoming evil spirit. She raised her head slightly, and stared at the thief king who suddenly appeared in front of her with calm eyes.

The Egyptian army was divided into three groups, the west army led by Mahat to rescue Memphis, the central army stayed put, while the east army led by her and Xia Da went straight to the nest of the rebel army.

As the weakest Eastern Route Army, it cut straight away like a sharp knife. It seemed that it was the idea of ​​surprise surprise soldiers. In fact, Isis planned to use his own army as bait.

The old den of the rebel army didn't have much military power left, and the enemy troops were basically concentrated at the Thief King, and the Thieves King couldn't just watch him fight to his old den no matter what.

Using her own army as a bait, she has her own countermeasures, whether it is the Thief King dividing up his troops to pursue him, or personally leading a team to kill him.

After all, the central army led by the pharaoh himself is the most powerful, and it also has the invincible chariot team that came to join the large army not long ago.

But at this moment, the situation where the Thief King appeared in front of her alone made Isis feel surprised and also a little nervous. The loss of control made her frown tightly from just now.

Although her heart was beating rapidly due to anxiety, Priestess still didn't make a sound, she just silently looked at the arrogant Thief King with her eyes.

She will not act rashly until she has figured out the other party's plan.

However, she was so quiet that the colleague riding beside her couldn't calm down.

Xia Da waved his hand, opened his mouth and quickly ordered a few clever spies to scatter to investigate.In his opinion, since the leader of the rebel army dared to appear in front of the army unscrupulously alone, it must be because there were traps and ambushes around him.Diabondo, who stood on the hillside condescendingly looking down at the tens of thousands of Egyptian troops, narrowed his eyes again, his wild white hair like a sharp blade was scattered, and he glanced contemptuously at the scattered spies , showing a mocking look without any scruples.

"Don't waste your time."

The white-haired thief king pulled the reins, and the steed under his crotch raised its front hooves and let out a long neigh.

The horse's hoof hit the ground fiercely, as if it would charge down on everyone in the next second—although there was only one person on the other side, everyone felt the same way—because the king of thieves had an undisguised expression on his face. The arrogant demeanor that put their tens of thousands of troops in their eyes is too natural.

"Your enemy is only a hundred miles away, and I am alone!"

The young Thief King said, laughing, poking his back thumb towards his chest.

He said, "One is enough for me."

"What a big breath!"

Priest Xia Da's face turned dark, and he stared at Diabondo with a stern look.

"I'd like to see how you can fight against my army alone!"

As Xia Da said, he waved his hand holding the golden scales, and a team of dozens of elite soldiers around him stepped out and charged towards the person standing on the hillside.

They galloped forward, holding up the sharp weapons in their hands, their faces were full of anger, and their eyes were even more murderous.

Diabondo stopped tens of thousands of Egyptian troops by himself, and even boasted that he alone was enough to deal with them all, which made all the Egyptian soldiers feel humiliated and furious. "Oh? You say I'm 'alone'?...huh!"

Diabondo laughed, and his blood-red pupils were filled with beastly hostility, and turned towards Priestess Isis, who had been silent since just now.

"Looks like you hypocrites haven't made everything public."

Diabondo's tone sounded very brisk, but it made Isis's face change suddenly.

She raised her head with an ugly expression and stared straight at Diabondo.

Is it—

"You group of so-called great priests will become useless once they leave the capital."

The white-haired thief king spoke sarcastically, his eyes flicked over the golden jewelry on the neck of the priestess, and the golden scales in the hands of the high priest Xia Da.

The evil god said that the power of the golden artifact would be weakened if it left the capital, and even monsters could not be summoned.

"Don't you think that my uncle will be the same as you?"

Diabondo laughed wantonly.

A huge whirlwind whirled crazily from his body, and then quickly scattered away.

The wind blade was like a substantial sharp blade, cutting the group of cavalrymen who were about to rush to his side into pieces in an instant, blood and flesh splashed across the ground in bright red.The whirlwind that rolled up countless yellow sand dispersed, and the dust that blurred everyone's vision fell to the ground.

The horses neighed wildly, jumped violently, and threw their owners off the horses, trampling each other endlessly.

The thick jet-black long snake tail swept over the golden gravel, and when dozens of huge and terrifying figures appeared in front of all the Egyptian soldiers, everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The sharp blades of the fingertips gleaming with cold light dripped jet-black venom, and when they fell on the sand, puffs of corrosive smoke emerged.

The blood-red slender tongue licked the blood that splashed on his cheeks just now as if he was tasting delicious food, and the exposed fangs made the face that had only a little human appearance look more ferocious.

The monster that has completely turned into a snake tail showed a cold and terrifying smile that made countless Egyptian soldiers retreat or fall to the ground in fright...

He said: "My uncle said that I alone is enough."

……

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminates a gorgeous scarlet on the golden desert.

Clutching a scar on her left arm that was as deep as the bones, the Priestess leaned her heavy body against the cliff and gasped for breath.

She looked at the scene of blood and flesh on the desert land. She didn't know if it was because the sun had set and the light was dim. She felt that her vision was a little blurry.

The gold jewelry on the neck is still cold, even at this moment, it is still shockingly quiet.Xia Da moaned in pain from her side, she raised her head, and saw Xia Da was strangled by the Thief King who had recovered her human form and lifted her up high, her oxygen-deprived face flushed to the point of sickness.

She could even hear the sound of Xia Da's neck bone being crushed abruptly.

However, his body, whose vitality was gradually lost due to excessive blood loss, could only sit awkwardly on the rough rock wall, and it took all his strength to even raise his head.

With a bang, Xia Da's tall body was thrown heavily beside Isis, and there was no more movement.

Isis struggled to raise his head again, watching Diabondo walking towards him step by step.

The dark brown hand was raised, and a long, sharp blade suddenly pierced out from the fingertips.

She is not afraid of death.

she thinks.

She was just worried...the king of thieves appeared here, so, is there any trap on the king's side...if he dies here, who can remind...

Diabondo held up his hand that had turned into a sharp knife.

It casts an icy arc in the setting sun.

It swept across an arc in the air and pierced ferociously towards Isis's chest——

It pierced through the chest of human flesh and blood, splashing blood foam. "Go back to the king...to your side...tell...quick...the king..."

Xia Da, who made a few intermittent sounds, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell to the ground as the sharp claws that pierced his chest were pulled out, without any breath.

And the moment he fell, the golden balance suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light.

The Egyptian Priestess disappeared into this golden light.

Then, the golden scale, which seemed to have exhausted its strength at that moment, fell heavily beside its dead owner, rolled a few times, and made a crisp crashing sound.

"Hey."

Under the bloody shadow of the setting sun, the white-haired thief king standing on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood let out a cold snort.

The brutal war in Egypt continued.

Priest Seth defected.

The West Route Army collapsed, and the Great Priest Mahat died.

The Eastern Route Army collapsed, the priest Xia Da died, and the whereabouts of the priest Isis is unknown.

The Central Army was besieged.

And that final ending...