Pharaoh

Limbs and bodies were broken, and corpses littered the field.

The last gloomy light on the horizon painted a thick layer of blood on the cemetery at dusk.

The half-cracked head was rolling on the sand like a toy, and the person whose lower half of the body had been bitten off writhed on the ground, wailing inhumanly.

The corpse that was trampled to death by the black dragon splattered blood and intestines all over the floor, and the soldier who lost half of his limbs twisted his face and wailed loudly while crawling on the ground with all his strength.

It was a scene from hell.

The messenger of hell roared across the sky, and the black dragon let out a mocking roar from its ferocious mouth.

It just bent down and swept across the ground, and dozens of people died under its sharp claws.

He casually bit a human being, and with that person's tragic cry, he swallowed it with his head up, and a stump leaked from its teeth, dripping blood and falling to the ground.

This was the first hell he saw when he woke up.

His light purple pupils were wide open, reflecting a dark blood.

He couldn't move his petrified neck, and his body seemed too stiff to move even his fingertips.

His mind, which was blank for a moment, couldn't even comprehend what he saw.

fake!

Absolutely false!

It's all fake!

That's just a scene that only appears in movies or manga──

He desperately yelled at himself in his head, but there was another voice in his body telling him that everything in front of him was true.

Gondola.

He stared at the black dragon in the sky with trembling eyes, and silently recited the name in his mind.

"Gondora..."

He whispered the name in a gasping voice.

"Gondora──!!!"

He shouted the name with all his might to the black dragon in the sky.

"Stop it!!!"

His body, which was struggling with excitement, was held down by someone.

Holding him tightly with one hand, the other hand clamped his chin and turned his face back. The young Pharaoh stared at him with crimson eyes, frowning tightly.

"Do you know the name of Gondola?"

He kicked the crotch of the frightened white steed to calm it down.

The young king stared at the pair of violet-toned pupils that he forcibly turned to face him, and asked in a low voice.

Those light purple eyes were wide open, as if they were greatly frightened, they just stared at him blankly, unable to say a word for a long while.

He frowned displeased.

Then, he loosened his grip on the opponent's chin, and wiped off a little dirt on the opponent's cheek with his fingertips.

"never mind."

said the young Pharaoh, lowering his voice a little, "Go on sleeping."

The arms around Brother Wang in his arms tightened slightly, and he stroked the other's wet hair, and the hostility in his eyes seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"It'll be fine right now."

Right away?

The young king of Egypt suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The meaning of this sentence is...

"……stop."

It was the words that Yu Yu subconsciously came out of his throat, the language that came out when his mind was blank.

"Enough is enough... a lot of people... a lot of people died..."

"Brother Wang, please, stop..."

"Are you asking me to let them go?"

The crimson eyes narrowed dangerously, and the cold gaze that shot out woke him up from a trance.

"I will not forgive those lowly people who have the audacity to try to murder me with their humble bodies."

That aggressive gaze made him a little at a loss.

Perhaps to avoid the piercing gaze, or perhaps to ask for help, he subconsciously looked around.

Everyone around looked at him with confusion, suspicion, or contempt.

He saw Seth, and he cast him a look of help, perhaps because he subconsciously felt that Seth was a good person even if he was a bit rigid and strict.

"king."

The young priest also frowned and stared at him for a while, before finally speaking.

"Wangdi once fell into the hands of the enemy. It is very likely that they have done something to Wangdi's spirit. It is best to have Isis check carefully after returning."

The young Pharaoh, still holding him tight, glanced at Seth, and his eyes fell back on his face.

His hands subconsciously tightened his brother's clothes, and he stared at him with wide eyes.

The Boy King gently stroked his hair with his hand as if to comfort him, then raised his head and nodded to Sai Te.

He was a little confused at first, not understanding what Seth was talking about.

He finally reacted when he heard Isis.

Remove those obscure and high-sounding modifiers, in fact, Seth only needs four words to express such a long sentence clearly.

'Wangdi is crazy. '

He suddenly understood.

As the younger brother of the king of Egypt, he begged the king of Egypt to let go of those rebels who tried to murder the king and himself.

In the eyes of the ancient Egyptians, where the pharaoh was more important than all others, what else could his younger brother be described as a lunatic?

He was cold.

The destructive dragon Gondola was still whistling in the sky, its sharp teeth and long claws were dripping with blood, and the mournful cries of its prey on the ground reached his ears one after another, causing his nerves to ache.

He suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, he first walked into another room of his.

The room was cold and dark and made him very uncomfortable.

Just like now.

cannot……

You can't let others see you as different.

Thinking of this, he tried his best to ignore the nerve throbbing pain coming from his temple, and opened his mouth against his will.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Brother Wang."

He tried to grin at Atum, but his face was stiff enough that he felt forced.

"Rebels...really...definitely should be executed..."

"I'm just not used to it for a while... There's never been such a thing in my hometown... So... No, don't pay attention to my words."

A few more miserable howls of dying came to his ears.

"Woo-"

There was an uncontrollable groan deep in his throat, and he subconsciously covered his ears tightly and closed his eyes tightly.

He tried his best to isolate his five sense organs from the outside world, and tried his best to ignore the hellish scene and howling that made his heart skip a beat.

"One more time... I'll get used to it, I'll get used to it soon..."

"...soon...you will get used to it..."

If it is said that in later generations, it is another person who is trying to cater to his thinking and learn to value human life.

Now here, he can only force himself to cater to Pharaoh's thoughts.

It is a matter of course that all rebels must be executed, and the lives of lowly people are not worth mentioning.

Pharaoh said in a word, it doesn't matter how many people die.

He has to get used to... has to get used to...

He thought so, trying to warn himself.

He covered his ears and closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to ignore the tragedies that were happening in the outside world that made him unacceptable as a modern person.

But he couldn't control the distorted expression on his face and trembling body.

It hurts so much, his hands hurt, his legs hurt, his whole body hurts, his brain throbs and hurts, and the overwhelming sense of guilt that emerges from his body almost makes him unable to breathe.

The tears oozing from the corners of his eyes kept falling.

Why.

Why did he have to get used to this kind of thing?

I want to go home.

he thought while weeping.

Grandpa, I want to go home.

He misses the time when there was no killing, no darkness, no need to worry... relatives and friends are all around, that peaceful and peaceful era, and he will never see this hellish scene.

The last ray of sunset before sunset draws the shadow of the person into a long line.

The young pharaoh stared at his younger brother, the weak boy who was trembling and crying with fear just because he saw the sight of death that was not worth mentioning to him.

The boy king's crimson pupils were so calm that one could not understand what he was thinking.

He raised his head, his golden forehead was flying in the air, and the shadow falling on his face covered his expression at the moment.

He slowly raised his right hand.

"Come back, Gondola."

With an order, the overlord of the air, who was showing off his power in the air, turned into a stream of light and fell into the golden bracelet on his master's arm.

The surviving humanoid food on the earth let out sighs and groans as if they were crying to escape death.

Seth rode behind him, and he frowned at the pharaoh's actions at this time.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he let out a low sigh.

He bowed his head and said nothing.

The young king's left hand reached into the soft hairline in his arms, and firmly pressed the opponent's head into his arms.

Pulling the reins with his right hand, the white steed obediently turned around and walked forward slowly.

"Don't cry."

The young Pharaoh said, as if scolding, but his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear.

His arms around him were tight.

"People from the Wang family are not allowed to be so worthless."

The tone of voice seemed to be very cold, but his head was pressed tightly by the warm palm, and his cheek was pressed against the other's warm chest, he could even hear the beating sound of the Young King's heart.

"With me by your side, what are you afraid of?"

He couldn't see the young pharaoh's face, but he could feel the other's fingertips gently stroking his hair, as well as the soft voice and breath blowing in his ears.

"...Sleep."

As if hypnotized, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.