Pharaoh

The wind and sand swept from the desert land, and it whirled and blew across the golden sand grains.

The sand grains were scraped away, and the blue-black rocky ground was exposed.

The huge wheels rolled over the uneven rocky ground like sharp arrows, and pierced the thighs of the soldiers who were knocked to the ground.

Accompanied by the mournful wailing, the splashed blood once again dyed the blood-stained chariot with a layer of battle exploits.

Half of his body was splattered with the enemy's blood, the charioteer pulled the reins, and deftly circled the chariot in an arc, avoiding the cavalry who hit him from the side.Beside him, the noble warrior standing on the chariot slashed fiercely, splitting the enemy's entire chest.

……

The chariot is invincible on the battlefield, quickly crushing and harvesting the lives of waves of enemies.

They are like sharp blades, shuttling through the thick enemy army time and time again, cutting through the heavy army formation.

The Egyptian soldiers following the chariot quickly poured into the gap cut by the chariot, and under the command of the Egyptian general, they divided and surrounded the enemy.

The army of the Thieves King had been torn to pieces and could no longer gather together. They could only fight on their own to resist the wave after wave of the Egyptian army's turbulent offensive.

The scale of the goddess of victory has undoubtedly begun to tilt towards the Egyptian army...

A lone chariot that was stained red with blood was galloping on the battlefield. It had just left the center of the fighting on the battlefield, turned around and galloped back to the side of the Pharaoh of Egypt.

The driver on the chariot pulled the reins, and the steed stopped galloping abruptly, with its front hooves flying into the air and neighing.

Aristocratic warriors in armor jumped from the chariot.

He looked up, and then walked up the slightly higher hillside.

The guards surrounding the young Pharaoh looked at him and moved aside one after another, revealing an uphill road.

The young king, who was riding a horse on the hillside, was still looking down at the entire battlefield, and walked towards him without paying attention to himself.

He walked close to the pharaoh's back, stopped and did not move forward.

The chest in the armor kept rising and falling, and the frantic fighting just now almost exhausted all his physical strength, making his breathing heavy and short.

He raised his hand and took off the bronze helmet that protected his head.

The white bandage on the arm of the raised left hand had already absorbed the blood of the enemy in the battle just now and became very gorgeous, and the contrast with the dark brown skin was even more abrupt.

The helmet was removed, and the young face with extremely dark brown skin was exposed to the sun.

The great priest of Egypt, Mahat.

He handed the removed helmet to the attendants beside him, then bowed his head and knelt at the feet of the Pharaoh in front of him.

His breathing has not yet eased, and his chest is still rising and falling.

There were also stains of blood and sweat on his cheeks.

"king……"

Mahart made a low voice.

Then he stretched out his hands, dark brown with golden Horus eagle ornaments gleaming in the sun.

Pharaoh's token.

The seal of the only noble warriors who can command the chariots under the command of the Pharaoh.Standing beside him quietly all this time, the invisible woman who was wrapped in a white cloak stepped forward.

She stretched out her slender fingers and carefully picked up the golden ornament that controls the power of the most powerful army in Egypt.

The head hat of the white cloak fell down, and the soft long black hair slipped from the woman's naked shoulders with delicate light brown skin.

Priestess Isis, holding the golden ornament of the Eagle of Horus, smiled at the kneeling Mahat.

that day.

The sword of the green-eyed high priest with a ferocious face pierced down, and bright red blood splashed——

However, it wasn't the blood splashed from Mahat's body.

The sword that Seth thrust down suddenly, grazed Mahat's neck, which was being held down by him, and pierced his palm fiercely.

Blood splattered everywhere, spraying on Mahart's face full of astonishment.

The white arc that suddenly flashed in front of Mahat's eyes was the passing trace of the little blue-eyed white dragon that appeared beside Seth out of thin air.

Seth's clenched teeth were already rattling, and his originally handsome face was distorted horribly at this moment.

Veins throbbed from his forehead, almost bursting.

A blackened mist that even Mahat couldn't see filled and contracted in the depths of his blue pupils, scurrying around ferociously, as if trying to swallow up the blue sky and completely melt it into the darkness among.

"The race..."

Suddenly feeling something was wrong, he stood up and shouted, but the second word hadn't come out yet, Seth, whose face was distorted and ferocious, suddenly pulled out the sword that had pierced his left hand, and hit the hilt hard with his backhand On the side of Mahart's head, he was knocked unconscious.

Mahat, who couldn't say a word, fell to the ground and closed his eyes without moving.

But Seth, who put down the sword in his hand and hugged his head with both hands, panted more and more quickly, his nails pierced deeply, blood from his left hand flowed down from his dyed red hair, and the corners of his eyes were slightly dizzy from the pain. Twitching, making him look even more embarrassed.

He knelt on the ground and breathed heavily, as if something was expanding rapidly in his body and was about to burst out immediately.

The little white blue-eyed white dragon uttered a crisp cry, and quickly spun around his master.

Its palm-sized body shone with pure white fluorescence, lightly illuminating its distorted master.

Under the soft white light, Seth's distorted face finally eased a little bit.

The lingering black mist in the cyan pupil shrank at the center of the deepest point of the pupil as if suppressed by something.

It seems to have calmed down, but it is still like a hunting beast lurking waiting for the best time to tear the throat of its prey——

almost...

just short of...

Seth exhaled heavily, and the corners of his eyes couldn't stop showing a bit of fatigue.

The power of darkness pressed on to assimilate him step by step, but he retreated step by step, completely defeated.

The unspeakable pain that erodes the soul...

Even this man, who has always been arrogant and confident, doesn't know how long he can hold on at this moment...

High Priest Simon tells him to kill his companions.

He thought he could do it without hesitation.

...But he is still not as powerful as he imagined after all.

However, if that sword really pierced, maybe he really couldn't even keep the last weak self in his heart.

The corners of the lips of the high priest with green pupils were slightly curved, exuding a self-deprecating arc.

Stretching out his hand, he pulled off the golden wheel hanging on Mahat's chest. Seth shook his body, but still forced his somewhat disobedient body to stand up.

He bandaged the wound on his left hand with a piece of cloth that he tore off indiscriminately, and his footsteps faltered for a moment, but he immediately became steady again.

The heavy feet directly kicked the unconscious Mahat down into the deep ravine on the left. Seth turned on his horse, pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and galloped out quickly.

He has no extra time, because the 'subordinates' who are following him will soon follow their tracks.

There's only so much he can do.

The life and death of Mahat is left to the god Osiris to decide...

"Shada—!"

The sudden burst of golden light from the golden scale made Isis subconsciously raise his right hand to block his eyes.

The fingertips of his left hand stretched out in astonishment, suddenly penetrated the body of Xia Da who suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only an afterimage.

She was dizzy for a while, and when she came back to her senses again, both Xia Da and Diabondo had disappeared in front of her.

The sudden change of environment in front of him stunned Isis for a while.

She blinked, her face was a little pale, she raised her hand, and with slightly trembling fingertips, she could still clearly feel the hot heat of the blood sprayed on her face.

The scorching sun in the sky made her whole body seem to be on fire.

Two drops of tears suddenly fell from the bottom of her eyes, and the traces of the tears sliding over disturbed the remaining bloodstains on the side of her cheeks.

In extreme embarrassment, completely contrary to her usual calmness, the Egyptian priestess seemed to be in a daze at this moment.

Yesterday it was Mahat, today even Xia Da...

This time she narrowly escaped death with the help of Xia Da, how long can she persist in living?

and others...

Will everyone die in the shadow of darkness?

Pressing the dirty hands that were stained with mud on the ground and vigorously wiping away the tears in his eyes, Isis raised his head.

Priestess's bright pupils still reflected brilliance under the sunlight.

She held the torn scar on her shoulder that was still bleeding, looked up at the sky, and after identifying her position, she raised her feet and resolutely moved forward in this rolling desert with no end in sight. go.

She let out a heavy panting sound, her sweat-drenched jet-black hair messily stuck to her blood-stained cheeks.

In this boundless desert where nothing can be seen, her footsteps were a little shaky, but she still walked forward step by step.

Xia Da's desperate efforts to rescue her were not to make her feel sorry for herself!

It was her mistake to make such a strategic decision that caused the army to suffer such a devastating blow, and she is willing to bear all the responsibilities.

However, even if she is guilty of death, she must rush back to Pharaoh's side as soon as possible!

As Isis walked forward, the gust of sand hanging from the distant horizon swept over.

She suddenly felt that her vision was a little blurry.

At first, she thought it was because she was bleeding too much, but she immediately realized that it was the light of the gold jewelry on her neck shining in the wind and sand that blurred her vision.

The gold jewelry under the sun shone with a soft light, and where the light pointed, it seemed to be guiding the direction of Isis.

Isis involuntarily followed the direction guided by the soft light, and soon reached the edge of the desert.

What made her uneasy was that there seemed to be traces of a small war left here, which made her a little worried whether she would encounter enemy troops.

But under the firm urging of the soft light of the gold jewelry, she still walked forward irresistibly.

A halo of soft light flew out from the gold jewelry, floating forward in front of Isis.

It circled somewhere in the deep, inconspicuous chasm, and then sank into it entirely.

Isis hesitated for a while, but finally followed up, kneeling down on the edge of the deep chasm and looking down.

In the next second, she suddenly opened her eyes wide -

Beneath the chasm of darkness veiled by shadows.

The last traces of the soft light that melted in the air illuminated the pale face of the great priest whose entire body was buried in the shadows, who had almost lost his breath.

Only the faint ups and downs of his chest showed some signs of life remaining in him.

"Mahart—"

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As the sun sets, the fiery red sunset shines on the blood-stained earth.

Victory and defeat.

The army of the Thief King has been routed, scattered soldiers fled in all directions.

The white-haired thief king stood coldly at the corner of the battlefield, watching his army break up and flee in all directions with an indifferent expression.

He seems to have absolutely no intention of preventing his men from defecting.

Even when his army was at last irretrievably defeated, he merely waved his hand, signaling to those with him to flee of their own accord.

"Whether you can escape or not depends on your own ability."

Having said this, he mercilessly abandoned his men, and the solitary man steered his horse in the direction of the Pharaoh.

Among the chaotic army, the figure of Diabondo, who was alone against the current, appeared extremely abrupt.

Countless Egyptian soldiers rushed towards him, but for some reason they subconsciously felt afraid of this man, so they involuntarily backed away from him.

Perhaps it was because of the icy arc light from those beast-like blood-red pupils that made their hands and feet stiffen instantly.

An invisible but frightening oppressive pressure emanated from the white-haired Thief King's body.

Ordinary soldiers were forced to retreat in a panic reflexively, wanting to avoid this subconscious person who made them terrified.

——Perhaps, it shouldn't be called a human being.

The white-haired thief king galloped forward, his gray hair radiating wildly on his dark brown cheeks.

He pulled the stiff rope, and the black horse under his crotch neighed and his front hooves flew into the air to stop.

He stood where he was, his blood-red pupils raised and stared at the Egyptian Pharaoh standing on a horse standing on the hillside.

In his eyes, there was a rage full of blood.

"Pharaoh!"

The white-haired thief king shouted loudly, and his dark brown fingers pointed in the direction of the boy king without any scruples.

Then, he made an extremely rude and provocative gesture with his fingers.

That presumptuous behavior caused a commotion among the Egyptian soldiers all around, and they all reprimanded them loudly.

The corners of Diabondo's lips just sneered, and the corners of his eyes were too lazy to glance at the eyes of the ants around him.

Even though he was standing alone in the chaotic battlefield, he still just stared at the young king condescendingly looking down on him, and ignored the countless Egyptian soldiers around him.

Alone, trapped among the [-] Egyptian army, he still had an incomparably arrogant posture.

On the hillside, the young Pharaoh looked stern.

He lowered his head slightly, his crimson pupils met the provocative gaze that was directed at him.

Two sharp gazes collided in the air, as if blasting out lightning sparks——

He looked down at Diabondo, with an attitude of dominating the world, with a condescending aura, he forcibly suppressed the unscrupulous aura of the Thief King.

Soon, the young Pharaoh looked away, and turned his horse sideways to leave the battlefield.

He has no interest in talking to his defeated opponents.

Naturally, his generals would not agree that their king would personally take risks out of anger—the army of the king of thieves had already been defeated, so why bother to do such useless efforts, even the possibility of bringing the king a little danger would never be allowed.

The small voice pierced through the young king's ears, and a voice that only he could hear rang in his head.

The hand that made the young pharaoh hold the rein and turn the horse's head stopped for an instant.

Yatum turned his head, his ruby-like burning pupils pierced in the direction of the voice like sharp knives.

The cold smile that was pulled from the corner of the thief king's lips, which was watched by his sharp eyes, moved the centipede-like scar on the dark brown cheek.

And at that moment, the young king suddenly pulled the reins when everyone was caught off guard.

With a long neigh, Shen Jun's white horse raised its front hooves and jumped down from the hillside.

The front hooves fell heavily on the ground and trampled countless yellow sand and dust, and the white horse that jumped down from the high slope spread its four hooves and galloped forward.

In just the blink of an eye, it galloped across most of the battlefield.

Before everyone could react, the scarlet-eyed pharaoh and the blood-eyed thief king were already confronting each other at a very close distance.

Blonde hair against gray tousled hair.

A huge whirlwind suddenly swept past them, blowing the cloaks behind them wildly flying into the sky at the same time——

【Knock me down, I will tell you where the game is. 】

With these words, the Thief King's wish was fulfilled, and there was a trace of sadness hidden in the cold smile on the corner of his lips.

Using that guy's name like this will definitely make that guy very angry.

It's just... no matter what method he uses, he still wants to fight the Pharaoh.

As Bakula, as Diabondo, as a dark monster created by the evil god——

Either he dies or he dies!