Pharaoh

There were echoes of footsteps in the huge and empty palace, and the long black shadow of the young man lay reclining on the dark and cold stone ground, shaking like floating light on the ground.

As the young man walked, the shadow cast obliquely by the huge column continued to pass over that handsome but cold face without any emotion.

The burning flames on the high-hanging columns swayed, and the red flames shone from behind, reflecting the back of his neck red.

Seth walked forward, and the skirt of his clothes flapped as he strode forward.

From time to time, when the raised skirt hangs down, a small part of what he holds in his left hand will be exposed.

The flames fell down, refracting the purest golden light.

It looked out of place in the dark palace, contrasting this dark place with a pure gold color that was different from the darkness, and the dried blood stains dotted on it couldn't cover up the sacred and gorgeous color.

The blood splattered all over the golden wheel on the contrary shows the ancient and tragic experience of this golden artifact with a long history...

A hanging soft gauze curtain concealed the arched door.

Through the thin translucent gauze curtain, one can vaguely see a huge stone seat standing in the isolated wide room.

There was also the silhouette of his new master sitting on the huge stone seat who was sleeping again at this moment.

The young man with blue pupils who was recognized as the next Pharaoh stretched out his right hand, intending to lift the thin veil and walk in.

However, the moment he raised his hand, a dark brown arm stretched out and stopped in front of him.

The red-eyed thief king who walked so lightly that he couldn't hear his footsteps appeared here at some point.

The dark brown right arm he suddenly stretched out abruptly blocked Seth's fingertips that were about to touch the veil.

When Seth frowned slightly and looked at him with a bit of surprise, Diabondo's sharp lips curled up slightly.

The scar on his cheek that had been pulled apart made his already cold smile even more ferocious.

Seth frowned because he was a little surprised why Diabondo always appeared beside him without a trace, as if he was deliberately threatening to oppress him with actions.

Diabondo didn't care...or, he was warning Seth in this way.

What's more, as long as he is not willing, no one will notice his arrival.

As the most advanced monster, he still has this ability.

The dark brown hand suddenly lifted up, and slapped Seth's chest heavily. The huge force that did not belong to humans slapped Seth's body, and he took two steps back.

And as the hand was slapped on his chest, the thing fell from his chest before he had time to react.

Seth stretched out his hand subconsciously, and hugged the golden thing in his arms.

The golden wheel held in his left hand collided with the thing he was hugging, making a crisp metallic sound.

Seth's pupils shrank slightly.

Golden scales.

The golden scales splashed with scarlet blood were quietly lying in Seth's arms. I don't know if it was dimmed because of the light. The two small golden discs hanging in mid-air shook a few times. Beat the golden wheel once.

The clear and crisp impact sound spread far and wide in the empty palace, and faintly echoed.

Standing in front of the arc arch with his arms crossed and his usual arrogance, the Thief King looked at Seth coldly, with a look of impatience in his blood-red pupils.

"If you want this junk, take it."

The seven golden artifacts are the symbols of the Pharaoh. Back then, 'Bakula' tried his best to seize these seven golden artifacts, but Diabondo maintained his disgust and even bored thoughts about it.

At this moment, seeing Seth holding onto the golden artifact tightly, he frowned, showing disdain unabashedly from his eyes.

"Give me as far as I can go!"

He said, turned and lifted the gauze curtain and walked in.

Before going in, he turned his head and glanced at Seth out of the corner of his eye, a cold arc flashed in the blood-red pupils, with a vicious aura of warning.

The figure of the Thief King disappeared behind the hanging gauze curtain. Through the translucent gauze curtain, one could vaguely see the back of Diabondo walking towards the stone seat.

Seth didn't care about it.

He lowered his head, his azure pupils stared at the golden scales in his arms without blinking.

A cold smile that was almost piercing pain suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The shadow from the firelight shrouded his face, even the light refracted from the blood-stained golden artifact could not illuminate that handsome face full of gloomyness.

The thin lips were pursed, and the corners of the lips raised uncontrollably.

——Those who say thin lips are the most ruthless.

Seth turned around suddenly, striding forward almost like a gust of wind, with two golden artifacts flickering on his body.

Soon, he returned to his luxuriously decorated room.

In the center of the wide stone wall on the left side of the room, a pure golden gold scepter hangs high above it.

It shone with a blazing light that overshadowed everything, and that light shone deeply into Seth's dark but burning eyes.

The golden scepter...it is so similar to the scepter owned by the Pharaoh, which symbolizes the glory and power of Egypt.

"Golden scepter, golden wheel, golden scales..."

Seth's scorching eyes kept scanning the three golden artifacts in turn.

"Three.

There was an undisguised look of fanaticism and longing on his face.

"Four more."

he said, muttering to himself, clenching his fists so that his nails dug deep into his palm.

He uttered words, one word at a time, as if he was gritting his teeth to force it out of his throat.

"...There are four more!"

……

The white-haired king of thieves entered the unsuspecting spacious room covered only by a useless gauze curtain.

Although he knew that the presence of the evil god would not allow the great priest who obviously had other plans to take advantage of it, but he just didn't like to see Seth's blatantly calculating and malicious eyes when he was staring at the game. Because of his arrogance, the great priest didn't respond to his almost insulting words just now... I'm afraid that guy is thinking about the throne now.

People change.

Humans are all hypocrites.

No matter what kind of person it is, once the greed and desire in the negativity it has become active and inflated, that person will become an ugly existence that even he can't control himself in the end.

He hates humans.

So, he didn't want to turn back into a human.

Not at all.

Diabondo raised his head, his red pupils stared at the only huge stone seat in this empty room.

It was still the same as the previous few times he came in, the black-haired boy sitting high on it was still sleeping peacefully with his hands on his cheeks, showing no sign of waking up.

In this regard, Diabondo is also a little confused.

Cthulhu doesn't seem to like using the game's body very much.

Before the soul of the game was not sealed, unless necessary, the evil god would never occupy the body of the game for no reason.

Even if it is temporarily occupied, once the work is done, it will leave quickly.

Maybe... the evil god doesn't like human beings' fragile and useless bodies?

The white-haired king of thieves frowned and walked up to the side of the black-haired boy.

He bent down slightly, and stretched out his hand to press the back of the almost translucent white-skinned hand of the black-haired boy on the armrest of the stone seat.

The temperature from his fingertips was as cold as before, which made him frown even more.

After a long time, his eyebrows relaxed.

Diabondo let out a low sigh and bent down even deeper.

He lowered his head, resting his forehead on Yu Yu's left shoulder, hiding the dejected look in his eyes.

"You must be very annoyed when you wake up."

He said, "My uncle has done so many things you don't want to see.

The white-haired Thief King lowered his head, and his blood-red pupils were still sharp.

"Maybe I'm just using it as an excuse to help you.

He whispered, talking to himself.

He looked a little listless, like a child who got into trouble.

"Although I promised you that you would not attack the Pharaoh again, but..."

Deep in his heart, there is always the desire and desire to fight the Pharaoh of Egypt.

Whether as a 'Bakula', or as a 'Dia Bondo'.

He can't escape the memories and resentments of being human.

He also couldn't escape his fate as a dark monster created by the evil god and must face the pharaoh.

Falling into the disadvantage of fighting alone, the Pharaoh's Egyptian army has been heavily surrounded by him with a large force, just waiting for him as the commander to give an order to wipe it out in one go.

The guy Seth used the negative power of the evil god to defeat the Egyptian army that was stronger than him; he alone used the power of the monster to solve the Egyptian army and killed a great priest.

However, neither of these powers could be used against the Pharaoh's army.

Because once facing the pharaoh who is sheltered by the God of Ra, the power of the evil god will be suppressed to the lowest level and cannot be released at all, let alone use negative power to affect the army under the pharaoh's command.

And he, as a monster created by the evil god, within the scope of the golden building block's sheltering power, the dark power will be suppressed to the limit that only human beings can reach.

Therefore, in order to defeat the pharaoh, it is necessary to fight a practical war to defeat him.

Diabondo raised his head and straightened his body.

The blood-red pupils calmly looked at the quiet and sleeping face of his only human friend, who had long been recognized even though he had not verbally acknowledged it.

That gaze settled down little by little, and turned into a rock-solid and unshakable color.

The white-haired thief king suddenly smiled.

On the dark brown face is the purest smile without any impurities.

His gray hair flitted in shining arcs in the air, and even when he smiled, there were hard and sharp traces coming from his bones.

His outstretched hand ruffled the sleeping boy's soft black hair heavily.

"If you want to be angry, be angry."

He laughed and said, "Anyway, you are not my opponent."

"The big deal is that my uncle will kill that priest and forcefully throw you on the throne—"

Saying so, the young thief king let go of his hand, turned around and strode away.

Behind him, the king of Egypt sat motionless.

The slender eyelashes cast light shadows on that fair cheek, making the sleeping face even more serene.

……

The young thief king quickly left the palace with a few henchmen, and galloped to the battlefield.

It's just that Diabondo didn't notice the person standing in the shadow corner of the side door watching his leaving back.

Seth stood in a hidden corner, staring unblinkingly at the back of the Thieves King as he faded away until he disappeared.

Then, his eyes narrowed little by little, and there was a strange and gloomy trace in his slender pupils.

"The barrier disappears..."

He muttered to himself in a low voice, most of his face was covered by black shadows.

Then, he turned around, and his back gradually faded into darkness.

A crescent moon in the sky sprinkled the shallow clear light on the land of Egypt.

A quiet night.

Soon, the dazzling sun replaced the crescent moon that fell into the horizon and hung high in the sky. According to the established trajectory of the world rules, it gradually crossed the arc of the sky and fell towards the horizon.

In a certain room deep in the magnificent temple, the evil god who had been sleeping for a long time opened his eyes.

The jet-black pupils looked down at the human kneeling in front of him with dots of ink, and the black-haired boy's face was calm.

"Where is the stolen golden artifact?"

"In my room."

Seth answered with his head down, with a hint of reluctance in his tone.

"You promised to make me the next Pharaoh, and the golden artifact should belong to me."

He didn't hand over the golden artifact because he was worried that the golden artifact would be destroyed.

The slender black eyelashes fell down, half closed, making the eyes of the black-haired boy look a little slender, and the slightly raised corners of the eyes reveal a touch of strange beauty.

The evil god quietly looked down at Seth kneeling at his feet, his eyes could not read any emotion, it was as quiet as death.

Then, he raised his hand slightly.

Seth only felt that the scene in front of him was blurred, and his head was dizzy.

In the blink of an eye, when he woke up, he was shocked to find that he had returned to his room.

The evil god stood sideways in front of him, glanced at him casually, and then walked forward.

Golden scepter, golden scales, golden wheel.

The three golden artifacts were fixedly hung on the stone wall, and the stained blood had been wiped off, reflecting the purest golden light in this slightly dark room under the firelight.

The soft black hair brushed over the almost transparent white cheeks, and the black-haired boy quietly stared at the three golden artifacts for a long time.

The entire room was silent as if time had stopped.

Seth stood behind him, looked at his back, and his eyes fell on the golden artifact hanging on the stone wall.

After a long time, the evil god raised his hand.

A tiny ball of black light appeared in front of the white fingertips, but it exuded an oppressive sense of destructive power that was almost enough to penetrate the world.

Destroy the golden artifact.

This was the only thought of the evil god at this moment. As for whether this force would destroy the entire palace and his believers, he never thought about it.

The young high priest stood behind the evil god, his blue pupils staring at the familiar figure unblinkingly.

At the same moment that the evil god raised his fingertips to point to the golden scepter, he also raised his right hand.

The brown fingertips of the closed middle finger and index finger pressed heavily on his forehead covered by thick forehead hair.

His lips moved, and he uttered a few words in a low voice.

Suddenly, there is no wind and automatic.

The thick forehead hair that tightly covered his forehead flew wildly.

On the brown forehead exposed to the firelight, star-shaped lines surrounded by circles outlined by green lines glowed.

The tiny mysterious runes floating around the circle were looming and spinning rapidly around the arc.

The three golden artifacts hanging on the stone wall suddenly shone with dazzling golden light and flew up out of thin air.

They surrounded the black-haired boy as if consciously, dispelled the black light ball at the fingertips of the evil god, and surrounded him with shining light, imprisoning him in a golden circle.

Looking coldly at the golden artifact that imprisoned him, the evil god frowned slightly, and looked sideways at Seth behind him expressionlessly.

The emerald green runes on his forehead flickered, dyeing Seth's azure pupils a purple hue little by little.

The abnormal and strange purple-red arc flashed at the edge of the pupil, like a flame of burning vitality burning deep in Seth's pupil.

He pursed his lips tightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched, as if he was enduring unimaginable pain.

The young Egyptian high priest stared coldly at the evil god in front of him with eyes that had been completely dyed purple.

His lips moved again, repeating the words he had just uttered again.

He said: "Olihagang's enchantment—"

Olihagang's enchantment.

It is a terrifying spell that raises the magic power to the extreme in an instant with the power to burn the soul.

The pain of burning the soul is exchanged for the explosion of the greatest potential.

A double-edged sword that hurts others.

The evil god who was temporarily imprisoned surrounded by three golden artifacts stared at by the great priest of Egypt.

There was a crazy and desperate look in his eyes.

Only by raising his magic power to the extreme can he manipulate multiple golden artifacts at the same time.