Pharaoh

In the empty and magnificent palace hall, bloodstains were splashed on the bluestone ground and snow-white stone pillars.

The young pharaoh cut off the spear that was stabbing at the young king beside him with his sword, and pierced the man's chest with his sword in return.Suddenly, a long arrow shot from a blind spot he couldn't see, and brushed his shoulder, leaving a bloodstain on his left shoulder.

Without hesitation, the young king threw the sharp sword in his hand at the man holding the sharp bow in the corner, with such force that it penetrated the man's heart and nailed him to the wall.

Even the headgear of the Eye of Horus on his forehead was stained red with blood. The young king gasped for a while standing among the corpses all over the ground, his eyes with crimson pupils were cold and sharp. When his younger brother tugged at the hem of his clothes, the young king's eyes only slightly warmed up.

The boy who had been transformed into a cobra with one arm cut off disappeared in front of them. His dark complexion looked even colder because of the young pharaoh's answer.

He said he was waiting for them on the throne.

He said that between them, there is no end to death.

The young Pharaoh and his younger brother traveled all the way, and people attacked from time to time, but those people had familiar faces, many of them were loyal bodyguards of the Pharaoh.

But now, they raised their swords against their master.

Unlike the situation of ignoring the young brother at the beginning, when those people attacked Yatum, they also attacked his brother mercilessly, even more forcefully than they put pressure on Yatum.

Although the young king is strong and brave, but there are many enemies, and he has to be distracted to protect his younger brother. He also got several scars along the way, and even a cut on his cheek was punctured.

He lowered his head and saw his little brother looking at him with big light purple eyes, as if he wanted to say something to him.

"Don't be afraid."

The young Pharaoh said in a low voice, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the little blood that splashed on his little prince's white and tender cheek, but the blood stained on his hand hadn't dried off yet, and when he wiped it with his fingertips, it gave the A heavy red was added to the white and tender cheeks.

He frowned, but saw his little prince looking behind him, showing a stunned and confused look.

The young pharaoh turned around.

The red water drops slowly dripped from the golden Eye of Horus headgear, and the moment it passed over the crimson pupils, the translucent bright red blood droplets vaguely reflected the deadly and extremely coercive feeling deep in the boy king's pupils.

"See clearly."

Said the young king, crimson eyes calmly watching the majestic man walking towards him.

On that man's forehead, he wore the same dazzling and beautiful golden eye of Horus headdress.

The young Pharaoh said to his brother, "That is what I and your father look like."

He said so, and then stepped forward with a sword and chopped off the head of the 'former Pharaoh'.

Young Wang Junmei's face is extremely calm at the moment, and he has always possessed an almost cold rationality.

"Brother Wang..."

The Egyptian little prince gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Ok?"

"I want to go back."

"...hate seeing this?"

Knowing that his little brother has always disliked seeing scenes of killing and bloodshed, although he tried his best to protect him along the way...but it is impossible for such a fierce battle not to affect his brother, not to mention the main force of those enemies now. The target of the attack seemed to be directed at Brother Wang.

Although it was the young king himself who prevented the younger brother from following him at first, but now when his younger brother offered to leave, he suddenly felt displeased.

The young prince, who was held in the arms of the young Pharaoh, raised his pink and lovely face, and met his prince's gaze.

The soft hands, soft cheeks, soft smile, and even the eyes gave people a soft feeling, which easily softened the displeasure of the young Pharaoh.

"I came here to help Brother Wang, and I did my best to do what I could."

Although soft, it is not weak, it is strong with a kind of toughness.

It is not impossible to stay firmly with a belief, as long as he persists, Atum will not object.

But Yugi knew better that it wasn't courage but stupidity—a stupidity that would bring him danger.

"In the beginning, I could confidently say that I would not cause trouble to Brother Wang, but now it is no longer possible. That person has already regarded me as an enemy, and he will no longer show mercy to me."

Raising her white and tender little hand that had never been stained with blood, she lightly touched the scar on the young king's cheek.

"I don't want to leave Brother Wang's side. However, it is absolutely unacceptable to become a burden to Brother Wang." The young Brother Wang laughed, "So, Brother Wang, I will go back first. I will wait for you outside return."

The young Pharaoh said nothing more, he just nodded.

The right hand of the Egyptian king's brother held the golden building block hanging from the young king's chest.

"Don't make me wait too long, Brother Wang."

Yu Yu said, with his head down and his voice low, "I don't want to be alone..."

His left hand tightly grasped the clothes of the young pharaoh, and the tip of his little finger trembled slightly.

"Another me (Japanese)..."

The young Pharaoh frowned, looking extremely displeased.

But this time, he didn't speak out to reprimand the younger brother who violated his order.

"Go help me watch Isis and the others, don't let them be lazy, and don't cry even if they are alone."

The young king, who had begun to understand his younger brother, rubbed that soft little head that was slowly disappearing from his face.

"Don't forget, I said before that you are the younger brother of Egypt, you are not allowed to cry in front of people other than me."

he said, in an understatement.

"I'll be back soon."

As soon as the words fell, there was nothing in front of him.

The feeling of emptiness after the weight of the hand tightly gripping his clothes disappeared suddenly made the young Pharaoh feel an inexplicable sense of discomfort deep in his heart.

The thick bloody smell of the surrounding corpses permeated this magnificent palace hall, mixed with the faint smell of corpses.

Yeah.

The young king thought so, although he was always annoyed that his younger brother was cowardly and not as brave as himself, and shamed the Egyptian royal family, but at this time, he didn't want to let his cute king who even smiled softly Brother faced this situation.

Since that time when he saw his king brother crying in a mess when he killed someone in Gondola, he was not very happy to let the game see him kill, although he himself didn't know why.

There is no other way, this is nature and cannot be changed.

The young Pharaoh, who didn't realize that he subconsciously wanted to protect his little brother tightly, gave himself an answer so that he could ignore Seth's request to admonish his cowardly and incompetent brother with peace of mind in the future. request.

He stood up.

Even after a long battle and killing, there is no trace of fatigue.

The crimson pupils stared straight ahead, their sharp and cold gaze made people shudder.

He strode towards the depths of the palace, his steps were firm and steady, and he was not afraid.

He will be the winner, no doubt, and rightfully so.

-

According to the judgment of the game, since the golden building block can send itself in, it can naturally send itself out.

But at this moment, he stood in confusion, not knowing where he was.

Surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, even the ground under his feet was gray and white, which made him unable to tell the difference between east, west and north.

He can only be sure that he has left the depths of Atum's soul, as he realizes that he has changed from his teenage self back to his original physical size.

"I thought that if you let him kill the father you have never met in front of you, with your gentle and affectionate temperament, even if you know it is fake, you will have friction with that guy to some extent... ..."

The sound from above made him throw his head back.

The black-skinned cobra boy with the golden eye of Horus tattoo on his collarbone floated in mid-air, and tapped him with the hand that should have been severed.

The young brother Wang was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was not reality but the world of consciousness, and a broken arm could be completely reshaped.

"Do you really think that you can come here when you want, and leave when you want?" The cobra boy sneered, "I let you in because I didn't expect this and I didn't take precautions, not to mention there are golden blocks inside to guide you. .But if you want to go out without my permission, it's not that simple."

Seeing that the little prince in Egypt just stared at him but didn't speak, he frowned in displeasure.

"Answer my first sentence."

Because the former Pharaoh was not my real father.

Facing a stranger and a dummy, in that sinister environment, he would naturally not be so bored as to argue with another him over such a thing.

But what Cobra Boy said was right, if that person was his real father, even if he knew it was a fake, he would definitely not be able to do it... As expected, he is still not as decisive and strong as the other one.

Although he thought so, but facing the black-skinned boy who didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend at the moment, the young king said another reason.

"I don't know any father, and I have never seen him. He is just a stranger to me."

"I only know that when I came to Egypt, the person who protected me, the person who tolerated my waywardness, and the person who was with me all the time... are all Brother Wang."

He said, "Although I'm not smart, I won't do stupid things like hurting someone important to me for a stranger!"

"Again? In other words, you have done such stupid things before?"

"..."

"Forget it, I'm not interested in what you've done. I think you're smart, much smarter than I thought." The cobra boy said, "Although I have powerful magic power, the struggle of the soul is the struggle of the will. As long as that guy's willpower is a little weaker, it will be my victory. For this reason, I even told a lie that as long as I disappear, he will lose all his magic power... Hmph, I can only say that that guy is worthy of being my host. There was no wavering at all.

"lie?"

"Yes, what I said was all false. Originally, the magic power was shared by him and me. After I died, the magic power would naturally return to his body."

"...Why did you tell me?"

"Anyway, it's impossible for you to meet before that guy and I decide the outcome. Even if you know, what can you do? Can you tell him?" The cobra boy looked at the Egyptian prince coldly, "It can be seen that the guy I value you very much, so I planned to let you die tragically in front of him at a critical moment... You are smart, and when the situation is not good, you decisively chose to leave."

The young Wangdi fell silent, as if he didn't want to say anything.

The cobra boy also stared at him silently for a long time, but finally couldn't help but speak again.

"I thought you would persuade me to give up when you saw me."

"You are very similar to Brother Wang." You replied, with a sad expression on his face, "From the moment I knew about this, I knew that the two of you will never die."

These two people are branded with pride in their bones...no one can change this.

"What would you do if that guy failed?"

"There will be no place for me in Egypt." The young king replied firmly.

"You will be Pharaoh."

"I do not want."

"fool."

"Don't worry about it."

"If... I mean if, although I think it's absolutely impossible...if I fail, you..."

"I will remember you." The young Wangdi smiled at him, "until I die too."

The boy who turned into a cobra didn't say any more. He looked at those bright violet-toned eyes, and an extremely complicated look appeared on his black face.

From the moment he was born three years ago, no one knew of his existence.

Although the old priest seemed to know his existence, he always looked at him with a defensive and vigilant attitude.

He thought, if he failed this time... it doesn't really matter, anyway, no one knows about him from birth to death, so he thinks he doesn't care.

But the Egyptian brother told him that he would remember him.

He will remember him until he dies.

Human life is short and insignificant, and a hundred years will pass in a flash, so he will spare no effort to break free from such shackles.

However, when he knew that he disappeared, there would be someone who would remember his existence during the short hundred years that he disdained... This inexplicable sense of satisfaction made him a little anxious and confused.

He doesn't understand.

Moreover, he has no time to figure it out.

He looked down at the king of Egypt who was looking up and smiling at him very cutely, and a thought came to him suddenly.

His body floating in the air sank slightly, and he stretched out his hands to hold the young Wangdi's face.

"How about doing me a favor before you leave here?"

"Ok?"

Egypt's little prince is still smiling very cutely.

"Mate with me."

Silence for ten seconds.

"Uh... that... there seems to be something wrong with my ears, you... you say it again?"

The young Wangdi still kept a smile on his face, but the corners of his crooked eyes seemed to twitch nervously.

"Mate with me."

"...How far is death!"

In an instant, the berserk Egyptian king waved his fist and slammed his fist at the bridge of the opponent's nose. Although it was unexpected, but facing that non-human existence, his punch was easily lifted by the opponent. Piao dodged.

The opponent grabbed his wrist.

"Why are you suddenly angry?"

"Because you said that darn thing!"

"What did I say?"

"..."

Wang Di's cheeks, which were originally white and porcelain, were already flushed uncomfortably red, and even his neck was stained with a smoky red hue.

He tried his best to pull back the hand that was grabbed by the other party, but facing the absolutely overwhelming strength of the non-human boy - he was no match at all.

It's just that, although the black-skinned cobra boy who was holding his hand tightly had a displeased face, the doubt in his eyes did not seem to be fake.

"What the hell are you angry about!"

The young brother Wang took a deep breath, calmed down, and stared at him for a while.

The ruby-like round pupils, with a faint crimson tinge in the translucence, appear extremely clean and clear.

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know." The cobra boy tilted his head, and his expression was a little confused, but this movement miraculously made him look a little cute with a cold nature, "But it feels like instinct tells me that this is a very important thing that must be done. After all, do you know how to do this kind of thing? What's the point?"

"..."

He was indeed a snake! ! !

The young prince was hurt internally.

"You don't know either?"

"...Yes, I don't know."

The young Wangdi wanted to fool him, but he forgot about this person... no, it was this snake, how shrewd it was.

"You were obviously angry just because I brought up this matter, how could you not know."

"..."

Well, after all, the boy in front of him who spoke amazing words can't be regarded as a human being with a snake nature. Even if he can transform into a human form and speak human words, he is still just an Egyptian cobra with quite human nature in essence.

This kind of thing requires a child who is less than three years old, no, it is unrealistic and kind for a young snake to understand why he is angry.

"I can't help you with this matter, you should let me go back immediately."

"Should I say you are useless, or stingy?"

"..."

Egypt's little prince continued to suffer internal injuries.

Cobra looked at the depressed Egyptian king with great interest.

In fact, he was just on a whim, and he didn't necessarily need to know the answer.

He didn't want to stop asking because he thought it was funny that the King of Egypt was left speechless by his questioning.

But that's all there is to it.

The fellow was close to where he was, and the hour of the final battle was at hand.

Victory or perish.

He will never be a slave.

He sent out here the tiny and weak soul of the only human being in the world who would not make him hate it.

He thought he really didn't hate him.

So he is willing to give him another promise.

【If I am the one who wins, then the first thing I will do is to bestow death on you with my own hands. 】