Pharaoh

A man dressed as a guard came out from the darkness, his face was blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

He raised his long sword and stabbed the young Pharaoh with his back turned.

"Brother Wang, after you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Wang Di's small head was pushed forward by a force from the back of his head, causing him to hold back the last half of his words.

The young pharaoh who was on one knee turned around nimbly when the sharp sword stabbed down behind him.

A bloodstained sharp dagger appeared out of thin air in the hands of the Young King.

The cold light of the blade cut a shining arc in the air, and the sharp tip precisely cut the throat of the guard who came up sneaking up.

The blood spurted from the cut throat splashed onto the right half of the cheek of the cold-eyed boy king, who was already used to this, and he didn't even frown a little.

However, whether it was intentional or unintentional, at the moment when the short sword in the young Pharaoh's hand cut the enemy's throat, his other hand forcibly pressed his brother's head into his arms to avoid looking directly at the bloody pharaoh. scene.

When the young brother Wang, who was forcibly pressed against his chest, finally breathed out, he saw the guard lying on the ground, red blood pooled from under the body, and flowed into the lotus pond beside him.

Brother Wang finally understood why the lotus pond had such a strange light red color.

Blood flowed like a river, this is the true portrayal of that day.

"Go find a safe place to hide! You will only cause me trouble if you follow."

Let go of the hand that forcibly pressed Wangdi's head on his chest, and the young Pharaoh stood up. He turned around and looked at the side in the darkness, looking very impatient.

"This kind of trivial matter, I can solve it myself."

"No such thing."

Getting up from the ground, the young Wang brother's white and tender little arms hugged his brother Wang's waist from the side, because the small arms and hands were too short to hug, so he had to hang halfway like this.

"I can definitely help Brother Wang."

At this time, Brother Wang, who was only as tall as his brother Wang's chest, raised his pink and tender little face, and when he smiled, he was so cute that people couldn't help but want to pinch those tender cheeks hard. .

Seeing his elder brother's expression of disdain for his words, his big light purple eyes blinked a few times, as if thinking of something, he looked at Yatum with aggrieved expression.

"There is no safe place to hide here. I will cause trouble to Brother Wang...so leave me alone?"

The crimson eyes glanced at him condescendingly, seeming a little angry and a little confused.

The young Pharaoh rubbed his soft hair with his light brown hands, and when he saw a little blood stained from his clothes on his white and tender cheeks, he reached out and wiped it away.

"Absolutely don't leave my side for half a step."

The young king said that his tone was very bad, and his brows were frowning in displeasure.

"Hmm~"

On the contrary, the cute little Egyptian prince had a bright smile on his face.

The young Pharaoh strode down the dark corridor.

"Follow."

He said.

Because of the gap in pace, Yu You could only trot to keep up with the speed of Pharaoh Wang.

As a result, just after running two steps, the surrounding environment suddenly became much darker. From the bright environment to the darkness, the vision seemed to be out of order for a moment.

He stepped on a round thing, and the round thing rolled, and he staggered and lost his balance before falling to the ground.

Fortunately, the fall was not heavy.

He pawed on the ground a few times and grabbed the round object. His eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness, and he could barely make out the object in the faint light.

Half of the eyeballs fell out of the eye sockets, and the flesh on the right half of the cheek was torn apart, revealing thick white bones and a head with scattered hair, staring at him eeriely with the remaining dead fish eyeball.

Silence for a second—

A long scream broke out in the dimly lit corridor.

The young prince who uttered that scream threw away the dead man's head in his hand, panting in shock.

The young pharaoh returning from the front stood with no expression on his handsome face.

With his hands folded on his chest, his crimson eyes stared at his younger brother.

"Is this what you said you could help me?"

He said with contempt on his face, "You are so scared for such a trivial matter. As a man of the Egyptian royal family, you are too shameful!"

"..."

It's a little thing...that's for you!

If the Hondas in the city come... Well, even if you find an adult or even a policeman in my place, it will definitely not be much better than what I just did.

The young brother Wang was still slandering in his heart, but he saw a hand stretched out in front of him.

Subconsciously grabbed the light brown strong hand, and pulled him up with a strong force.

The owner of the hand held his hand tightly and strode forward.

Because he couldn't keep up with the pace, he staggered and trot forward for two steps, and then he felt that the speed of walking forward slowed down, which was just suitable for his walking speed.

The young pharaoh never looked back, and he held his hand, tightly.

He took his hand and walked forward.

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The young prince looked around helplessly, it was a gray area, he couldn't see anything clearly, he could vaguely see the tall palace buildings in the distance, but he couldn't get there no matter how he walked.

At this moment, he was alone and looked a little tired.

Not long after following Yatum, dozens of guards rushed out to kill them.

During the battle, Yatum had to let go of his hand. Fortunately, those people's targets were all young Pharaohs, and they didn't seem to notice him as an extra person, so Yatum didn't need to worry too much. Pay attention to his situation.

In order not to cause trouble for the other him, You You quietly stepped back a few steps, hiding himself in the dark as much as possible.

However, he had only taken a few steps back when he suddenly stepped back.

Obviously, that place was flat at the beginning——

Although he yelled so loudly in his heart, he still couldn't help falling down, and lost consciousness in mid-air.

He arrived here when he woke up again. It seemed that he fell from a very high place, but he was not injured. The place where he was at the moment did not seem to be in any danger.

However, even if there is no danger, it is troublesome to always go around like a maze and find your way.

He was hesitating where he was, when footsteps suddenly sounded in the empty gray mist, and someone was walking towards him.

A teenager who looked older than him at this time appeared in front of him.

The boy had a face that was almost exactly the same as his, but with sharper lines than his. Perhaps it should be said that the boy's face was more similar to Pharaoh Atum, but the tone was much darker.

Round ruby-like beautiful pupils, almost black skin.

The golden fine lines in the shape of the Eye of Horus are located between his collarbones, which are very abrupt on the black skin.

The young man came over and saw the marks on his arm stabbed by the sword, and frowned, obviously showing anger.

He stretched out his hand to touch the injured place, and was surprised to see that the wound on his arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was still a little dazed, the boy had already slapped his head mercilessly.

"Fool."

After cursing such a sentence, the young man grabbed his hand and walked forward at a strangely fast speed, completely regardless of whether Wang Di, who was staggered by force, could keep up.

You You was forced to walk in the dark for a while, when a sudden light flashed in front of his eyes, which made him unable to open his eyes.

Just when he was still unable to see clearly and was rubbing his eyes vigorously, he suddenly felt his body being pushed hard.The person who pushed him was so strong that the unsuspecting man staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

After finally getting used to the bright environment, he opened his eyes blankly and looked around.

This is a bright environment, with snow-white lotus flowers, emerald green lotus leaves, warm sunlight falling on the sparkling pool water, the painting-like beauty can almost be described as exquisite.

The young Wangdi recognized it, this place is...

Before he could react, an iron fence fell from the sky and smashed heavily in front of him.

The boy with round ruby ​​pupils and jet-black skin stood outside, looking at him with icy eyes.

"You idiot, stay here and be honest with me, and I will settle the matter as soon as possible."

The boy turned around and was about to leave.

He said, "It's safe here, and I'll send you back, you idiot."

"Wait a moment!"

He tried to grab him, but the solid bars blocked his outstretched hand.

"...are you that cobra?"

This place was clearly the remote little garden where he met the Egyptian cobra.

"You are Brother Wang's [King Soul]—"

The young man who seemed to have no intention of ignoring him and leaving on his own, suddenly turned his head when he heard his last words, and his round red pupils burst out with monstrous anger.

There seemed to be a thick invisible thing coming through the air, and it hit Wang Di firmly.

You Yu screamed out in pain, and suddenly a fiery scar appeared on his left shoulder, which seemed to be whipped. The scar was deeply sunken, and blood was faintly oozing from the edge.

"Don't make me angry."

The dark-skinned boy stood, his eyes were cold, and his red pupils revealed the bloody aura that was churning from the depths of the darkness.

"Brother Wang...isn't he your master?"

"I never admitted it."

"But……"

Under the cruel gaze of those bright red pupils that seemed to be biting their prey fiercely, the Egyptian prince felt a little afraid and shut his mouth wisely.

"Why do I have to be controlled by that person?"

asked the boy who had the same face as the young pharaoh.

"Why do I have to die after he dies? If I am not controlled by him, I can live for a long time, 100 years, 1000 years, or even 1 years! Obviously I have such a powerful magic power, why should I listen to him? Order?"

"I can only stay here, even if I finally leave here temporarily, I must come back immediately...Why must I be imprisoned here!"

"From the day I became conscious three years ago - he is the Pharaoh of Egypt, with a respected status. Obviously I am the [King Soul], because of my existence, he is qualified to be called the Pharaoh! Everyone You can only see him, but you don't know my existence at all!"

"My brother of Egypt... you are the only one who can see me and talk to me except that old guy."

The young man's black-skinned hand stretched out and penetrated into the iron bars, touching the young prince's white porcelain-colored immature face.

Those crimson pupils that belonged to cold-blooded animals seemed to have a little warmth at the moment.

"I don't hate you."

"If I become a free monster, I will protect you. I am willing to promise you that until you die, I will always be with you, protecting you and your Egypt."

A cruel and extremely confident smile appeared on the face of the boy transformed into an Egyptian cobra.

"I am stronger than anyone else, as long as I succeed, I am the most powerful monster in Egypt - even that old guy will not be my opponent. As long as I am around for a day, you can sit firmly on the throne of the king of Egypt and do whatever you want , no one dares to complain to you."

"I don't want to be a pharaoh."

The young Wangdi said that the violet-toned pupils stared at the ruby-like eyes of the other party, and seemed a little sad.

"The black Egyptian cobra... is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen... because the old priest said that only I can see it, so I have always regarded it as my treasure."

He said, in a calm, understated tone.

"But I came here, even if I might die, even if this is something a fool would do, I still come here - because for me, nothing is more important than Brother Wang!"

"You want to be my enemy?"

"Yes."

"...Okay, then, there is no other way."

The iron fence that separated the two disappeared, and under the gaze of those round pupils almost as red as blood, the young Wangdi found that his body seemed to be shackled by air, unable to move.

He watched helplessly as the boy transformed into an Egyptian cobra took his right hand and put it to his lips.

"I don't hate you, so I don't want to kill you. But that's all. There's nothing more important to me than freedom. If you're going to be my enemy and stop me from being free—"

The boy said, opening his mouth, his sharp fangs gleamed coldly.

"Just for a moment, my venom will not make you feel pain."

The young Wangdi stared blankly at the sharp fangs approaching his hand, his lips moved slightly, as if muttering to himself.

Cobra Boy paused and looked at him, as if trying to figure out what he was talking about.

The young brother's lips moved again, this time, the voice was a little louder, and it was barely audible.

He said: "...I'm sorry..."

What do you mean?

The cobra boy was frowning and thinking, when suddenly an inexplicable chill came out of his body.

The strong sense of crisis made him not even dare to turn his head, and he tried his best to slam his body aside.

Blood splattered, a severed arm fell to the ground, rolled and stopped.

A sharp sword that came suddenly from behind him chopped off his right arm.

The young Pharaoh, with crimson pupils that burn like fiery flames, stood, casting a casual glance at him.

Cold and arrogant eyes, condescending.

The young king walked towards his younger brother.

The golden blocks that had guided the Pharaoh to come, hanging on the king's neck and concealed by a spell, appeared in front of his master.

Brother Wang held the golden blocks and handed them to the young Pharaoh.