Pharaoh

The young pharaoh closed his eyes and remained motionless.

He was lying sideways on the ground, his forehead was oozing blood little by little, and the black soil soaked in by the blood showed a strange dark brown color.

Rolling down the short cliff and steep slope all the way, rocks, thorns, sharp branches and other debris caused extremely serious damage to the defenseless body of the young pharaoh.

The most frightening thing was that the left arm was cut by some kind of stone tip, almost half of the arm was cut off, and the bone was faintly visible.

There are also many scars of different shades on other parts of the body.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand in a panic, wanting to hold down the part of the Boy King's body that was bleeding the fastest, but he reached halfway and stopped hesitantly in the air.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark, he became dizzy for a while, and almost fell to the ground.

He looked at his palms that were still bleeding, and the throbbing wound on his left shoulder was also bleeding, staining most of his clothes red.

Excessive blood loss.

Suppressing the feeling of dizziness in his head, he thought so, reaching out to tear off his shirt.

It's just that when the palm that was almost torn apart was slightly bent, it was a heart-pounding pain, and the hand trembled so weakly.

He had no choice but to use the back of his hand to press down on one side of the clothes, bit the other end with his teeth, and tore off a large piece of blood-stained cloth.

Enduring the severe pain, he wrapped his hands in a cloth, tightly wrapped.

The tightly bound hand still hurts, but it is easier to move than before.

He tried his best to stir his drowsy mind, recalling what he had learned in school hygiene class, and tried his best to bandage the wound on his left shoulder.

The more this is the case, the more calm you have to be, because if you panic, everything will be over.

He chose to stop the bleeding himself first.

Because he understands that no matter what, he must first ensure his sobriety and consciousness.

Otherwise, if he lost too much blood and passed out halfway through bandaging the other one.

Both of them are dead ends.

Shaking the comatose young king, seeing that he couldn't wake up, he had no choice but to give up.

He tightly bound the opponent's bleeding left arm with cloth, and wrapped up two more bleeding wounds, then stopped.

Moreover, at this time, the smallpox virus was ignored.

Even if he went to the bottom of the valley, he might not come out with the virus.

Anyway, just make sure you're alive now.

Except for a few places on the young pharaoh's body, most of them were scratches, which were a little shocking because they were all over the body, but they were not as serious as they appeared.

The most worrying thing is his head.

He carefully took off the distorted golden headdress and threw it aside.

The young king's forehead was purple and blue, but the blood didn't flow much, and it had already solidified during that period of time.

He stared blankly at the purple-blue forehead, a little dazed.

Even in the modern age of advanced medical treatment, many people died of head bumps that failed to be rescued.

Not to mention the current conditions... I don't know how hard the collision was...

The young king just lay there in the dirty grass and mud, and he didn't dare to help him up.

People with concussions can't move around--he still has common sense.

I thought about where Keya was, whether Sisi survived, and those people who said they wanted to help him ascend the throne of Egypt but secretly killed him. I don’t know when they will come to ask for it. the lives of both of them.

For a moment, he only felt that his mind was full of mud, and he didn't know what to do.

He suddenly ran to ancient Egypt inexplicably, and had an uneasy fight with the other him for no apparent reason.

Now another one of him is in danger, and his life and death are unknown.

I'm afraid... I'm afraid that I won't even see my relatives and friends for the last time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help having a sore nose, and tears welled up in his eyes as soon as he got wet.

But after thinking about it, I felt that now was not the time to cry, so I desperately tried to hold back my tears.

It's just that as soon as the tears burst out, how could it be possible to hold back the tears.

He wiped his face with his hands desperately, so that his face was also stained with bloodstains.

It was still raining, rustling.

There were chaotic vibrations in the air and the ground.

It seemed to be the sound of a violent torrential rain that tilted the earth beating the air and the earth.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, his eyes wide open.

In the rain curtain not far away, a group of people can be vaguely seen galloping on horseback.

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The immature boy with a baby face was sitting on the muddy floor, he was soaked by the rain, and his dirty body was stained with muddy blood and blood, making him look even more desolate.

He was helpless and sat beside his elder brother, wiping away his tears.

That appearance is as miserable as it is.

When the group of them appeared, the light purple eyes looked at them wide open, and the immature face was frighteningly pale because of too much blood loss or fear.

He seemed to be frightened, and stared blankly at them for a long time.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the boy turned his head and seemed to be panicking to draw out the dagger from his brother Wang's waist.

But the tightly wrapped and swollen hands couldn't hold the hilt at all, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

That appearance is as ridiculous as it is.

As a matter of course, someone in the crowd let out a few low laughter.They jumped off their horses and drew their weapons with ease.

I thought this operation was extremely dangerous, but when I came here, I found that the most feared opponent had no counterattack power. Naturally, everyone looked very relaxed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief not to have to face the legendary young pharaoh who was so powerful that he was unrivaled.

At this moment, look at the unconscious pharaoh lying motionless in the muddy water.

They unconsciously showed awe mixed with disdain, and they also had relaxed, wonderful and complex gazes.

Among these people, only one had a solemn expression.

When coaxing and holding Wang Di hostage, the young man who had looked down at him with disdainful eyes was now staring at him with a complicated look in his eyes.

'Thousands of calculations have been made, and this brother Wang was missed. '

This is what his master said to him.

What happened just now, he and his master have been watching coldly from a safe place.

When the bodyguard bought by the master was shot dead by the young pharaoh, his always calm master suddenly said this.

Then, I raised my hand.

The sleeve arrows shot directly at Brother Wang's eyes, the master's cold expression clearly wanted to put him to death.

Didn't the master want to support this prince as a puppet pharaoh?

The man thought so, but dared not have any doubts.

He didn't dare to question his master's behavior.

"Come here, future Pharaoh."

Throwing aside the doubts in his mind, the man stretched out his hand to the Egyptian prince again.

He seemed confident.

"Tomorrow, you will ascend the supreme Egyptian throne."

This smart younger brother must be able to see the current situation clearly.

he thinks.

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The young Egyptian prince looked at the man's hand stretched out to him in a daze.

As long as I hold that hand, I can live...

In the past with them, he could not die.

he thinks.

He bowed his head.

Beside him, the young pharaoh remained motionless with his eyes closed, only his slight breathing showed the fact that he was still alive.

Frowning tightly, the Young King's young face mixed with mud, water and blood was still proud and sharp.

The gentle smile on this face that used to belong to him, he only felt in a trance that it was something he had seen a long time ago.

He thought he had almost forgotten.

──As long as you can stay with your partner all the time, it doesn’t matter if you can’t get your memory back──

He squeezed the opponent's hand.

When the light brown hand rolled down, in order to protect the injured him, it was scratched by dead branches and stone corners.

He pressed that hand tightly to his forehead.

His tears couldn't hold back anymore and gushed out.

"Escort your highness to a safe place."

Someone grabbed his arm forcefully and pulled him back.

His body, which was kneeling on the ground, was forcibly pulled back.

The beige hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground again.

In the shattered rain, the face that was almost identical to his was moving away from him.

He struggled.

Someone punched him hard in the stomach.

There was a colic in his already weak body, and he almost couldn't even breathe.

His body slumped down softly, the scenery shook in his sight, and everything around him became more and more blurred.

He managed to lift his head, forcing himself to wake up.

In the increasingly dim light, he saw that the man had come to Atum's side.

3000 years later, he personally sent the other him to die.

3000 years ago, he could only watch the pharaoh in front of him die.

He didn't want to.

He didn't want to.

But what can he do?What can be done?

From before to now, he can't do anything.

His tears flowed harder.

His hands struggled desperately to stretch out in that direction, but the bodies that were pulled away could only make the distance between them even further.

He desperately saw the man raise the long sword in his hand high.

who...

anyone can...

Who can ────! !

Sudden tinnitus.

A shock like bursting air.

The blood in his body seemed to be boiling in an instant.

Something indescribable broke through his internal organs and erupted.

The brilliance that seemed to cut through space and time in an instant was like a meteor breaking through the rain curtain and falling from the sky.

The falling meteor went straight to one person.

When everyone was extremely nervous, they saw that the meteor suddenly flashed in the middle of its descent, turned into a head-sized thing, and knocked away the man who was fettering the boy's hands and feet.

The unknown creature bounced on the ground and bounced back into the arms of the young Egyptian prince.

Only when he calmed down did he reveal his true colors.

At a glance, everyone was stunned.

They stared blankly at the chubby, fluffy, round and cute little fur ball in Wang Di's arms, and they were speechless for a while.

Then, the little fur ball suddenly bounced up again.

One for two, two for four, four for eight.

In just a few seconds, it turned into countless little fur balls, rolling all over the ground, making people dazzled.

Just as everyone was so dazed, the countless little fur balls had completely covered the Egyptian pharaoh and his brother.

"Don't panic! It's just the lowest-level monster, just smash it!"

Someone is calmly calling the shots.

Indeed, their martial arts skills are very good, and it is no problem to deal with this lowest-level monster.

But, every time they smashed a little fur ball, countless little fur balls popped out again.

Not only did they fail to take a step forward in the direction of their prey, but they were pushed back several steps by the furballs.

Those fur balls also wrapped them tightly to the point of suffocation, which made them flustered even more.

In the open space in the middle surrounded by countless little fur balls, the young king of Egypt sat kneeling on the ground.

The violet-toned eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the countless familiar little fur balls in front of him.

"... Chestnut balls..."

Whispering the name of this low-level monster, he pulled his nearly disintegrated body, trying to stand up.

He finally stood up, staggering.

Pause for a second.

The young king of Egypt suddenly fell to the ground.

There was no sound.

The author has something to say: Postscript:

The following is the setting of Chestnut Ball in this article

Chestnut ball (Japanese pronunciation: kuribo Kulibo): a small elementary monster, a ball of fur, two big eyes, four small claws on a chubby body, and often makes the sound of "噗哟噗哩" .I like to rub against the little master the most, a cute thing that is comparable to Emma's kitten.

Master: The little prince of Egypt...

Strongest skill: Unlimited clone reproduction, independent protection of the master.

Hidden skills: ... (to avoid spoilers, let's hide it temporarily)

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Kulipo mighty! ! !

I finally made the 'No. [-] banned card' and 'No. [-] MT' and 'No. [-] cute thing' appear in the Yu-Gi-Oh deck.