Pharaoh

The fiery red light of the setting sun, which fell halfway below the horizon, stretched out the shadows of people on the ground.

The sand stained black by the blood spattered by humans was swept up by the strong wind blowing from the depths of the desert, blurring the arc of the setting sun on the horizon.

The horseshoes trampled on the bare limestone ground and kicked up dust all over the sky, and the ground shook faintly amidst the powerful trampling of the horses.

After the galloping Egyptian generals came to their senses, they hurriedly chased behind the young pharaoh who was facing the enemy without authorization, with obvious panicked expressions on their faces.

Even if the king of thieves' rebel army had been completely defeated, if the king had any accidents due to a momentary carelessness at the last moment, it would mean Egypt's disastrous defeat.

Pulling the reins, the steed braked suddenly and raised its front hooves, neighing.

Everyone stopped their galloping horses behind the young king.

The sound of fighting was vaguely heard from far away in all directions, and the killing on the battlefield was still going on.

However, what was completely opposite to that noisy roaring sound was the very center of the battlefield. It was so quiet here that only the heavy breathing of human beings could be heard.

Surrounded by countless Egyptian soldiers, a large open space expanded out of thin air.

The Pharaoh of Egypt faced off against the white-haired thief king.

The white-haired thief king jumped off his horse.

His blood-red pupils scanned for a week, and finally landed on the face of the boy king who was staring at him coldly.

The corners of his dark lips suddenly parted into a sneer.

Raise your hand sharply.

The sharp dagger that was shining with cold light was thrown in the air by him, twirled for a while, and then fell back into his hand.

The coldness on the tip of the sword reflected an arc of light in the setting sun.

In the next second, it pierced fiercely into the back of the black steed standing quietly beside its master.

Amidst the splashing blood, the painful steed let out a long neigh, and suddenly spread its four hooves and rushed forward in a straight line under shock and pain.

The Egyptian soldiers who surrounded this huge open space were taken aback. Seeing the black horse rushing towards it like crazy, they subconsciously avoided it.

But Diabondo, who did all this, didn't even look at the dark horse running wildly, just lowered his head and stretched out his hand, and his fingertips lightly scratched the blade of the blood-stained dagger.

A strange fishy smell with rust...

At this moment, the almost forgotten human memory suddenly revived in his mind for some reason.

In the darkness without a ray of light, the cold front that penetrated his father's heart and the plank of the dark passage blocked by his father pierced his cheek when he was a child at that time...

At this moment, he even had the feeling that the warm liquid with the smell of iron flowing from the cold sharp blade flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto his neck...

【Diabondo, we must restore the glory of the Bakula family. 】

The blood-red pupils flickered, and the words that suddenly flashed from the depths of memory for some reason were removed from his mind.

The white-haired king of thieves raised his head, staring at the opposite Pharaoh, regaining the cold and beastly arrogance that only belonged to monsters.

Crazy Horse galloped away in the blink of an eye, leaving only a billowing dust in sight.

Isis, who had just caught up, glanced at the galloping steed, and then turned back to the Thief King who stayed where he was and didn't even look at his galloping mount.

This means... this person has completely put himself in a desperate situation without leaving any way out...

Such a ruthless gesture even to himself made Isis's chest feel a little chilly.

The kind of person who doesn't even care about his own life is the most terrifying existence.

Let Wang face such a person directly... It's too dangerous!

Isis subconsciously galloped forward a few steps, trying to persuade Pharaoh to come back.

But as soon as she moved, the young king who was standing quietly in front of him on a horse seemed to have sensed the thoughts of his subordinates.

He held up his hands, refusing the approach of his servants.And even if the expression on the young king's face could not be seen from behind, the substantive oppressive aura emanating from it was enough to make his servants subconsciously follow his order to step back.

The young pharaoh got off his horse with a neat and vigorous posture.

The light brown hand patted the horse's mane, and the white horse ran aside with a long hiss, and stood still obediently.

The long sword at his waist was out of its sheath, and the sharp blade shone coldly in the setting sun.

The cold light of the weapon illuminated the golden headdress of the Eye of Horus on the pharaoh's forehead, and the luxurious golden hair fell into the ruby ​​pupils, dyed with a little golden afterglow, but made the sharp pupils look like It is brightness to be able to shine.

It seemed vaguely that the loud chirping of the white eagle flapping its wings and piercing the sky could be heard.

The gust of wind blew up, causing the bright red cloak behind the young king to fly up, and the soft arc made the long sword more straight and sharp, but the light brown hand pulled off the cloak behind him and threw it behind him.

The bright red soft cloak spread its wings in the strong wind and lost its trace——

The young king of Egypt pointed his sword straight at the enemy——

The crisp sound of the gorgeous scabbard being thrown aside and hitting the rocky ground was like a signal for war.

In less than a second before everyone had time to react——

The two sharp blades collided violently together suddenly, making a huge sound like an explosion, and exploded a lightning-like flame under the fiery red sunset——

……

Keng!

The sharp dagger swirled across the sky and penetrated deeply into the limestone ground covered with a shallow layer of yellow sand.

Diabondo, whose left arm was cut with a scar deep enough to show bone, stared at the pharaoh standing opposite him with dark eyes.

He was lying on the ground, and the tip of the long sword had pierced his chest.

The light brown hand holding the long sword will pierce through the heart under pressure from the point of the sword with a little force.

Lost the power bestowed by the evil god.

Diabondo in human form is no match for the mighty Boy King.

The pharaoh with scarlet pupils watched him with a condescending posture and a natural demeanor.

you lose.

He didn't speak a word, but showed such contempt in his eyes.

His lips were parted slightly, and his chest was rising and falling, which was the rapid panting caused by the rapid exhaustion of energy.

Yatum didn't take Diabondo's life in this regard, he stared at the bright red pupils of the Thieves King, showing a sense of urging.

He is urging the Thief King to fulfill his promise immediately.

The dark brown hand, which was stained red with blood, suddenly lifted up, grabbing the blade of the sword pierced into the chest.

The sharp blade almost cut the hand apart, but the Thief King, whose white hair was stained with bright red blood, still looked indifferent, with a smile on his lips.

It's just that the blood-red pupils staring at the Pharaoh were extremely sinister.

He grabbed the blade and yanked it from his chest, trying to pull himself up from the ground.

"The uncle hasn't fallen down yet."

He laughed arrogantly without any scruples, and when he laughed, the scar on his cheek cracked, making his face even more grim.

The brilliance in the depths of the young Pharaoh's crimson pupils flashed, revealing a bit of anger.

Atum understood the meaning of Diabondo's words.

Diabondo will not admit his fall unless he kills him.

But if Diabondo is killed, all he wants to know is...

It seems that from the very beginning, Diabondo had no intention of not telling him about that matter.

The cold eyes of the young king's eyes flashed past.

Now that this guy is useless...

He stepped heavily on Diabondo's shoulder, knocked the opponent's body that was trying to support it to the ground, then swung the long sword, and the sharp blade passed again, almost cutting off Diabondo's hand.

A series of blood droplets thrown from the smooth blade splashed on the gold ring on the light brown leg of Atum stepping on Diabondo, dyeing it into a series of bright red blood spots.

The blond-haired Pharaoh trampled the white-haired Thief King under his feet, in the condescending attitude of a victor.

The cold crimson pupils revealed a clear killing intent, and the long sword in his right hand decisively slashed at the opponent's head——

But the Thief King, who was lying on his back on the sand and seeing the sharp blade about to join him, still just smiled coldly, until the moment the sword was in front of his forehead, he suddenly pulled out another dagger from somewhere on his body.

With a clang, his dagger hit the blade that was mercilessly cutting towards his head.

In the next second, he slammed the blade of the sword fiercely, and slashed at the calf of the pharaoh who was stepping on his shoulder with a backhand.

This knife is enough to cut off that leg abruptly.

Reflexively flipping back to avoid the opponent's sudden attack, the young king fell to his knees on the ground. He frowned and stood up.

On the opposite side, the blood-eyed thief king also stood up.

A left arm dangled like a useless thing, dripping blood fell down, and soon dyed the sand under Diabondo's feet bright red.

He is like a gambler who has been addicted to drugs and has been stimulated to the extreme. He is unaware of his own pain.

The deep roar seemed to be oppressed from the depths of the throat, and the blood-red pupils were like beasts trapped in a desperate situation, staring at the Pharaoh full of hostility and deep-seated resentment.

He took a step forward, as if he was about to approach the Pharaoh immediately——

But at this moment, Diabondo's face suddenly changed.

The sudden violent tremor of the soul that had a subtle connection with him came from far away and hit him fiercely.

The naked pain revealed in that wave was almost directly transmitted to the depths of his mind and set off a huge wave.

The monster that has signed a contract with the master is the one that can most directly feel the existence of the master's soul.

The urgency, anxiety, and powerless self-criticism and feeling of being in pain are all that guy's—

A look of astonishment appeared on Diabondo's face.

What kind of thing can make that rough and nerveless fool fall into such grief that is close to a desperate situation? !

【no……】

Some kind of tenacious will and emotion passed over.

Along with that person's chaotic thoughts, intermittently.

[To...stop it! 】

【Help me—who can—】

The chaotic thoughts passed on, let the game unconsciously emit the magic power to summon Diabondo as his monster.

As long as he accepts the game's call, Diabondo will immediately return to the game's side.

Diabondo held the dagger firmly in one hand and pointed at the opposite pharaoh, while he pressed his head and gritted his teeth with the other hand.

The expression on the dark brown face fluctuated from blue to black.

He seemed to be struggling to make a final decision.

As long as Diabondo took the initiative to cut off this strong fluctuating emotion transmitted from the other party's spiritual power, he would no longer be able to sense the slightest bit, and completely rejected the other party's call.

Just leave that troublesome guy alone!

He gritted his teeth thinking so.

If he leaves at this moment, he will definitely be regarded by everyone as a coward who can only talk big.

Especially in front of his most hated enemy, Pharaoh!

It was he himself who said at the beginning that he would not escape even if he died, but now...

His master Diabondo can't afford to lose that face even if he dies!

The expression on the face of Diabondo, who was pressing his head tightly, changed more and more.

Heartbroken, he shook his head to cut off the huge soul wave coming from the game.

Raising his head, his blood-red pupils stared viciously at the pharaoh who was frowning at him, and once again raised the dagger in his hand and wanted to rush over——

The young pharaoh raised his sword reflexively, trying to resist the cold sword light that hit him.

But the sharp tip of the sword froze in mid-air in the half of the attack.

The face of the white-haired thief king, who was pretty handsome at the time, was ferocious and terrifying, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently.

He flicked his hand, and the blade of the dagger fixed halfway drew an arc of light in the air.

"Damn! Game you useless trash!"

He let out a low growl in extreme displeasure.

When is it not good to ask for help, but at this time!

It made Lao Tzu do something that looked like he was running away!You have lost all my face!

The thieves king looked at Atum unwillingly, but at the moment when the aggressive gaze aroused the young king's vigilance, he suddenly turned his head and took a quick step back. Suddenly disappeared into the air.

The Egyptian soldiers who surrounded them and saw everything clearly gave out loud cheers immediately after being stunned.

After the great priest and the generals breathed a sigh of relief, they immediately slapped forward and surrounded the frowning young king, all kinds of praises were endless.

The ruthless thief king who vowed to never die was actually running away to save his life, although he didn't know what method he used - at least most of the people present thought so.

Only Yatum, who was frowning tightly, didn't say a word, and waved his hands impatiently to let the crowd who came up to retreat.

The unhappiness hidden in the shadows in Ruby's pupils showed that he was not in a very good mood at the moment, and he didn't think that guy would act like running away to save his life...

More importantly, he still failed to learn what he most wanted to know, which made him extremely unhappy.

As the winner, he didn't feel any joy, and the air pressure around the young pharaoh became more depressed and oppressive.

Although they didn't quite understand the reason, they all knew that Atum was in a bad mood at the moment. Everyone subconsciously stopped chattering, looked at each other, and honestly backed away a little.

The young king of Egypt raised his head, his crimson pupils scanned the huge battlefield that had become dark at the moment because the setting sun had completely sunk below the horizon.

Except for sporadic battles in the corner, the entire battlefield has basically quieted down.

The Thieves King's rebel army had scattered and fled in all directions, and the only living people left in the entire battlefield were Egyptian soldiers standing and kneeling or lying down rebels who surrendered.

Turning his head, and lightly instructing Mahat to go to the whole army to clean up the battlefield and take care of the follow-up matters, Atum turned his head and whistled.

The snow-white horse, which had been standing quietly under the hill not far away, neighed, and jumped happily to the front of its owner, lowered its head, and rubbed its forehead against the outstretched hand of its owner.

Atum patted its long neck, and was about to get on the horse——

【Pharaoh. 】

The voice that appeared out of nowhere caused the young king's light brown hand, which was pressing on the long snow-white mane, to pause for a moment.

At the same time, the Great Priest Mahat Isis, who was planning to obey the pharaoh's order and leave to deal with the follow-up matters, turned around in astonishment.

The ruby ​​pupils that looked like burning flames moved slowly.

The young Pharaoh's eyes fell on the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the hands of the young man in strange armor, a heavy sword as huge as his height was slammed to the ground by his backhand.

The young man with the same face as a human stared at the pharaoh, his face was expressionless, half of his face was covered by his forehead hair, and there seemed to be no trace of human emotions on the exposed half of his face.

The young man glanced ahead from a distance, in the direction of Thebes, the capital of the kingdom.

His eyes showed anxiety and worry, as well as a sense of powerlessness that seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force that forced him not to act rashly.

"Silent swordsman... Brother Wang's——"

Priestess Isis, who looked over, spoke involuntarily.

She looked surprised, apparently unable to understand why Brother Wang's monster appeared here.

【Pharaoh. 】

Ignoring the existence of other humans, the human-shaped monster whose appearance is similar to that of humans once again called the name of the pharaoh.

[The evil god has gone to the city of Thebes. 】

What the silent swordsman said made the faces of all the people present turn extremely pale and ugly.

Mahat anxiously opened his mouth to ask something, but was stopped by the raised hand of Atum, who still looked unmoved.

The young pharaoh's handsome light brown face showed no expression at the moment, and his sharp crimson pupils just stared at his brother's monster without blinking.

The silent swordsman glanced at Thebes in the distance again, and continued.

【I follow the master's order to inform you that the city of Thebes needs the protection of the Pharaoh. 】 "No, king!"

As soon as the silent swordsman's words fell, the priestess immediately objected.

"I don't know anything now, you can't act rashly based on this monster's words."

There was a look of shock and anger on her face.

"And if the evil god really descends on the capital, you will just throw yourself into a trap when you go back to the capital!"

It is impossible for human beings to be opponents of gods, not to mention that the seven golden artifacts are scattered everywhere and cannot be gathered, and there is no chance of winning!

Egypt could not risk losing its pharaoh.

"Even if the king's capital is destroyed, as long as you are still alive, Egypt still has hope!"

"Not to mention...not to mention..."

Having said that, she paused for a moment, and finally couldn't help but blurt out a word.

"Don't forget, the current prince may be the enemy of Egypt!"

They couldn't judge whether Wangdi's monster, which was now controlled by the evil god, was trustworthy.

There was silence, and the young Pharaoh remained silent.

His crimson pupils seemed to glow brightly in the darkness, like a burning flame, but there was no wavering emotion in his eyes from his luxurious golden hair.

The Silent Swordsman, who had been silent for a while, suddenly let out a low sigh and spoke again.

[Pharaoh, you are not worthy of my trust. 】

The silent swordsman came here following the orders of his master.

But the human memory he still retains made him unfriendly and untrustworthy towards the pharaoh in front of him.

only……

Monsters that complete the task will disappear from the world.

Both he and the silent magician became monsters through the power of the life talisman manipulated by the evil god, so they could not go against the evil god's wishes.

Even if it is the order of their most important master.

Spreading the word like this is already the limit of what they can do.

They could not live up to the hopes of their master, who was now in pain.

and so……

[I have no choice but to rely on you. 】

[Master trusts you, so I can only choose to trust you. 】

The humanoid monsters, controlled by powerful rules and unable to help their most important masters, showed a humanized sad expression on their faces.

The moment he opened his mouth, his whole body was shattered into the air.

The only remaining sentence echoed between heaven and earth.

He says,

[Please be sure to protect... the master...]