Pharaoh

The rain was much lighter, and the rustling of the leaves was almost inaudible.

Occasionally, a few drops fell from the sky.

One of the drops landed on the light brown cheek, slid down the arc to the tip of the nose, and fell to the ground again.

As if awakened by the touch of raindrops, those eyes slowly opened, revealing a crimson hue.

The young Pharaoh stood up on one hand.

The group of countless little fur balls bouncing around attracted all his attention.

They rolled around joyfully and self-servingly, completely covering the young king's surroundings.

Occasionally, the shouts of many people and the sound of sword wind can be heard coming through.

This weakest monster still has such abilities.

The young Pharaoh was somewhat surprised.

There was a sudden stabbing pain in the forehead, he frowned, and turned his head with some discomfort.

Turning his head slightly, he saw his brother fell on the ground not far from him.

The boy closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Most of his body was soaked in muddy water, and on the tattered clothes, the blood and mud mixed together and solidified into a strange reddish brown.

Dirty appearance, only half of the exposed face is frighteningly pale.

The young pharaoh glanced at the haphazardly bandaged wound on his arm.

He walked over, bent his left knee, half-kneeled beside the other party, and probed the other party's breath with his fingertips.

Then, he reached out and lifted his upper body up, leaning on his chest.

"...Is this monster summoned by you?"

He asked, but the expression in the depths of his eyes was complicated.

The unconscious Wang Di leaned limply in his arms, and of course he would not give him any answers.

And he didn't expect to hear an answer.

The young Pharaoh was silent, his crimson pupils staring at the face that was almost identical to his, but at the moment it was bloodless.

He was silent and said nothing.

With a face without emotion, no one knows what he is thinking.

The inner space surrounded by chestnut balls was quiet, but the group of people outside were on the verge of collapse.

They are almost driven crazy by these little fur balls that look cute but are scarier than demons.

Break one, and many more will emerge.

It's just endless, endless.

If it wasn't for the space to retreat, they would have been buried and suffocated to death.

Suddenly there was a low whistle in the air.

A young man was stunned for a moment, he looked around, everyone was in a hurry, gnashing their teeth to deal with the endless stream of little hairballs, and there was no extra time to pay attention to others.

A sword cut a small fur ball beside him in half, and his feet retreated without a trace.

Then, hide in the jungle.

His master had given him the signal to retreat.

The rain has stopped.

The wind picked up.

The forest swayed in the strong wind, and the remaining water droplets on the green leaves rustled down, as if there was another heavy rain in the forest.

The little furballs who were bouncing around happily suddenly fell silent collectively.

In the next second, countless little fur balls in the air suddenly disappeared.

As if they had heard someone's call, they disappeared one by one before everyone's eyes without making a sound.

In the open land, there is nothing to block everyone's sight.

They were relieved.

They gasped again.

The time interval between the two actions is less than one second.

The up and down breath choked in the throat of the trachea, making their faces show a horrible twist.

The wind blows more quickly.

That is not the wind of nature.

The huge black wings, which are enough to cover the entire roof of a house after being deployed, whipped up a gust of wind that hurt everyone's faces.

The airflow was slowly rising, and while the huge and formidable black body was stretching its dragon wings, it was also flying straight upwards with ease.

The pitch black is like the tone of the night sky, and the smooth and rigid lines make it chic with a certain kind of strange beauty.

The ferocious giant teeth and sharp steel-colored claws showed its terrifying lethality and destructive power.

It spread its huge black dragon wings, suspended in mid-air.

Be leisurely and contented, and look at the world.

The black dragon is like the overlord of the sky, proudly overlooking the earth.

The moment the black dragon wings were raised, the young king with crimson pupils like flaming jewels appeared in front of the distorted faces.

He stood on the ground, and the black dragon hovered above him.

The young Wangdi, who was still in a coma, was held in his arms with both hands, and the mud all over his body rubbed against the stains all over his body.

No golden tiara of the Eye of Horus, no pharaoh's scepter.

Dirty clothes, bruises all over the body.

There were still drops of water dripping from the rain-soaked hair, and there were torn cloths on the arms that had bandaged the wounds indiscriminately.

All of this should have made him look even more downcast.

Yes, it should.

However, he stood there.

Just stand there.

Then, no one can deny──

He is the Pharaoh who rules the world.

"Go, servant of Pharaoh, Gondola."

said the young Pharaoh.

Calm look, understatement.

"Enjoy the fresh flesh and blood I bestow on you."

The jet-black dragon wings fluttered, and the huge body of the black dragon glides down in an almost graceful posture.

Its sharp claws, shining like steel, aimed at the group of lively and lovely food under it.

That is the freshest flesh and blood bestowed upon it by its supreme master, the great Pharaoh.

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As dusk approached, the sky became much darker.

On the endless yellow sand, two armies belonging to different camps are confronting each other.

The young high priest looked at the sky, his usual paralyzed face showed undisguised anxiety at this moment.

After receiving the notice from the guards, he was supposed to be on duty for the safety of the palace today, and he hastily led a small part of the Egyptian king's guards out to look for the Pharaoh.

In order to avoid riots caused by the fact that the pharaoh was not in the palace, he did not dare to deploy more troops.

If Isis knew that Mahat would know, if Mahat knew that the king was not in the palace, then the palace would definitely be in chaos because of Mahat's runaway.

So Seth simply hid both of them.

Because the message that the king asked the guards to send back was only for him to bring someone to respond, so he didn't expect--

The army of the rebels was so bold that they blatantly intercepted him halfway.

It was because of this that it made him even more anxious.

The rebels dared to be so bold, it must be because they had reliance.

They have been slightly stiff for a long time, seeing the passing of time bit by bit, Seth's palms are already sweating.

What the brother's guard said on the way made him even more worried.

But he only brought nearly a hundred troops, while the opponent had thousands of soldiers.

With such a huge disparity in the strength of the troops, even if he wanted to run into a fish, he would not be able to break the net.

Without the permission of the Pharaoh, the great priest must not take his golden artifact out of the Egyptian palace without permission—Seth naturally left the tin rod in the palace.

However, without the golden tin rod, he couldn't summon his monster servants.

Otherwise, how could thousands of shameful traitors stand in his way.

Seth thought through gritted teeth.

Can't wait any longer.

Once something happens to the king, everything is over.

With a wave of his hand, he was planning to order the guards to break through regardless of everything──

A dragon's chant piercing through the heaven and earth.

It came from the thick and dignified air, and even the earth seemed to vibrate.

The horses neighed uncomfortably, they shook their heads restlessly, and even their master's reassurance could not calm them down.

Seth raised his head and looked towards the sky.

The pitch-black dragon with steel-colored and sharp claws approached from far away. Its huge body, which could almost cover the entire palace, and its hideous and terrifying appearance clearly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Its bloody claws and teeth showed that it had just gone on a killing spree.

Its violent and unsatisfactory desire for flesh and blood emerged naked in its blood-red eyes.

The shocking appearance of the black dragon made many people on the ground sit down on the ground in fright, unable to stand up for a long time.

More people let out mournful howls and ran away.

In just a few seconds, the army that was still showing off its might was defeated and scattered in all directions.

The overlord of the sky spread his wings and soared leisurely into the sky, ignoring the cries of the ants on the ground.

Suddenly, it glides down towards Seth standing on the ground.

The black dragon brought fear and made the horses neigh, just because their owners didn't move. Although they were strictly trained, they shook their heads and tails agitatedly, but they didn't run away privately.

Nearly a hundred of the pharaoh's guards had already jumped off their horses and knelt respectfully on the ground.

A young pharaoh with crimson pupils stands above a black dragon flying through the sky.

His wet blond hair shone brightly like the rising sun.

He trampled the lord of the sky under his feet.

He is the unique king in the world.

The jet-black giant dragon landed on the ground, its huge body crawling on the ground.

It bowed its proud head like a surrender, and let the king standing on it walk down to the ground.

Then, it soared into the sky again.

It swooped down on the tiny human beings who dared to defy the great king ─ ─ the fresh flesh and blood bestowed on it by the Pharaoh.

For a moment, the dying howls of the black dragon's prey on the ground kept coming and going.

Hell at dusk.