Pharaoh

A scream.

The young pharaoh's heart skipped a beat for an instant.

His voice stopped abruptly.

The countless incantations that were about to take shape in the mysterious space collapsed because of the sudden stop of the young king's chanting.

The young Pharaoh's crimson pupils fell on the left shoulder of his kidnapped brother.

At the place where the dagger stabbed down and pulled out abruptly, a blood hole was bleeding, and soon dyed most of the shirt red.

His body began to tingle.

The backlash from the sudden interruption of the spell began to hit his body.

──The more advanced the spell, once it is interrupted.The more fierce the backlash──

This was the first sentence that the high priest who taught him told him and made him firmly remember.

He took a deep breath and instantly dispelled the discomfort.The innate, abundant and powerful magic power in his body that made even the old high priest envy him made him not worry about unnecessary backlash at all.

but-

The backlashed body can no longer condense enough magic power to summon monsters in a short period of time.

This is the Achilles' heel at the moment.

I did a big stupid thing myself.

The Young King thought a little annoyed.

His eyes fell on his younger brother again.

His eyes seemed to be deep in thought, but the crimson pupils were so calm that no one could see what he was thinking at the moment.

The next second, those calm crimson eyes suddenly froze.

Because the slowly raised violet-hued pupils were looking at it.

Pain was written on the pale face of the young man who was on the verge of collapse, and the mud, water and rain mixed indiscriminately, making him look extremely depressed.

The crimson eyes looked at him without blinking, but he subconsciously moved his eyes away to avoid meeting the other's eyes.

"...do you want to die?"

He said to the guards holding him hostage.

He was so weak that he could hardly even make a sound, but his mind became clearer and clearer.

A while ago, he was in a trance because of the excessive pain, but after being stabbed with a sword, he regained consciousness a lot.

The guard who held him hostage just glanced at the young Egyptian prince from the corner of his eye in disdain, and did not answer.

He suddenly lowered his head and bit down on the guard's arm that held him.

One bite down, biting out deep bloodstains.

The guard didn't even move his hands, just let him bite with a sneer.

Have you heard too many stories about this childish brother?Do you really think that this little pain will let a person who has undergone rigorous training that is close to death let go?

Biting the blood mark, the boy raised his head.

He raised his hand slowly and with difficulty, blood was still oozing out of the fleshy palm with his mouth open.

He rested his hand next to his bitten wrist.

The guard looked at him, not understanding what he was going to do.

"...Do you think...the curse of the god of death will spread faster when it touches your blood?...Do you...do you want to die..."

The guard's heart trembled.

"what are you saying?"

"Don't you know where I came from just now?"

He asked back, his tone understated.

The guard's pupils suddenly shrank, and he forced a smile.

"You think I'll be fooled?"

"……whatever you think……"

"I walked into the Valley of Sighs is something that many people have seen..."

"You don't believe it...forget it...I'm just pulling back..."

The young Wangdi spoke intermittently, and his bloody hand suddenly pressed down on the wound on the guard's wrist.

The guard uttered an unconscious cry of panic.

He slapped the hostage who was originally firmly in his hand and flew away, and then desperately wiped the blood dripping on his wrist with the rain from the sky.

The curse of death is a fear rooted in the soul of all Egyptians.

The souls of those who died under the curse will be controlled by the god of death forever and will be tortured forever.

This is what makes those warriors who are not afraid of death feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.

He is also included.

It's just that now he doesn't need to worry about it anymore.

The white blade of the sword gleamed coldly in the rain protruding from his chest.

The sharp dagger was pierced by the young king through his back, and his whole heart was chilled.

He fell straight forward, exactly as he had in the cave.

But, this time, he couldn't get up again.

He drew out his sword casually and stuck it back to his waist. The young Pharaoh didn't even bother to look at the corpse on the ground.

His eyes searched for his injured brother, and he was about to walk over...

"do not come!"

Even the best shouts can only come out so feeble and stiff.

After being thrown aside, he tried his best to get up, and the young Wangdi sat on the ground panting heavily.

"I... didn't lie to him... I entered the Valley of Sighs... don't... come near me..."

He himself would not be infected with smallpox, but after staying in that valley for so long, he had contact with a seriously ill patient.He couldn't guarantee whether he was carrying the smallpox virus.

In case someone gets infected...

After listening to his words, the young king seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Then, he stopped and stood there quietly.

After a short silence, the young Pharaoh looked around and paid special attention to a certain direction.

He showed a thoughtful expression, as if he was thinking about how to change the current situation.

On the opposite side, preventing the pharaoh from approaching him, the young king let out a light breath and looked around.

He was almost thrown off the steep side of the cliff by the guard, but fortunately a small tree growing obliquely on the edge blocked him.

The soil around here has been soaked in rainwater and is much softer, which is very dangerous.

He gasped for a while, tried to prop himself up, and stood up unsteadily.

Covering the wound on his left shoulder with one hand, he staggered away from the edge of the cliff.

There was a whistling sound in the rain.

He raised his head.

The sharp arrow piercing through the rain was aimed at his eyes with a cold light.

His eyes widened.

Breathing stopped for a moment.

He is sitting still.

In the rain, the arrow pierced through his entire head.

──That was just a shadow──

He heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.

The man who rushed over suddenly hugged him, and the sharp arrow grazed the corner of his eye.

Unstoppable, they soared into the sky above the short cliff.

Then, the two smashed down together.

The moment it landed, there was an uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness for a moment.

But it didn't hurt, because the man adjusted his posture in the air, landed before him, and protected him with his body.

And then there's upside down.

The violent spinning and rolling body made him feel nauseous.

The ringing in his ears while rolling made him dizzy.

A pair of arms hugged him tightly, making him almost breathless.

The rolling speed slowed down and finally stopped.

He was finally able to take a few deep breaths and struggled to get up.

Shaking his dizzy head, he tried to wake himself up.

Glancing at the person lying next to him, his eyes suddenly widened—

The young pharaoh is lying on his side on the ground.

He closed his eyes and remained motionless.

The gold ornament of the Eye of Horus on his forehead has been twisted and deformed by the knock.

Bright red blood seeped from the cracks in the twisted gold forehead.