Pharaoh

"Master Tasha!"

The young man standing at the gate of the side palace shouted loudly, his face full of anger.

In a small palace on the side of the palace, the dim light glowed faintly in the dark, and the middle-aged man in the costume of an Egyptian general lowered his head and clutched his chest.

Bright red blood oozed from his fingers. He sat on the steps dedicated to the Egyptian gods, leaning against the altar with his exhausted body.

A red-haired young man stood beside him, with a sharp blade pointed in the direction of his heart.

"Uncle Dusha, please hand over the token to me."

"You dare!" The young man standing at the door and watching all this sternly shouted. He stared at his former friend and colleague who had vowed to help each other with fire-breathing eyes.

There was anger and sadness in his eyes.

"Uncle Dusha has taken care of you since we were young and I grew up as if he was his own, yet you—"

The red-haired man moved the sword closer to Taisha's left chest, and the sharp sword tip pierced a few points.

The man looked at his friend with a calm expression and didn't care.

"I want power, I want to stand on a higher ground, but I don't want to spend decades and die to achieve that." He said, "Relax, my master told me, Pharaoh It's been a long time since he died, he..."

The middle-aged general, who had been panting and lying on his side on the steps, suddenly burst out.

Tasha, who seemed to be weak and powerless due to excessive blood loss just now, suddenly leaned up at the moment when the red-haired man let down his vigilance a little while talking with others, and pierced the red-haired man fiercely with the dagger hidden on his body. man's throat.

The middle-aged Egyptian general roared at his adopted son with the last of his strength.

"Sinners who betrayed Pharaoh, go to hell to accept the wrath of God Anubis!"

The red-haired man looked at Tasha with disbelief.

All along, Dusha has treated him extremely kindly and gently, he has never seen that face showing such a ferocious look towards him.

He fell down, and the moment he heard the name of God Anubis, a trace of fear could not be restrained on his face.

"Master Tasha!"

Without looking at his dead friend, the young man who had been standing at the door rushed over and knelt beside the dying middle-aged general.

The moment Dusha stood up, the sword point on his chest naturally pierced his heart.

He already knew the outcome, but he knew he had to.

He was a loyal servant of the Pharaoh.

With all his strength, Dusha handed over the blood-stained token to the young man, and blood foamed from the corner of his mouth.

"...go...to protect His Royal Highness."

"Master Tasha!"

"No matter what the traitor said is true or not...the king's safety will be guarded by more elite soldiers..." Disha panted in pain, and when he was dying, he tried his best to say something, "I just received Sir Seth's...secret order...to go to the Great Temple to protect the younger brother, the traitor...suddenly..."

He took a few more breaths, and said intermittently; "I guess...the purpose of those people is the younger brother...the Lord Seth called not only us here...there should be others...there must be some rebels among those people ...His Royal Highness will be in a very dangerous situation..."

His bloodied face showed an almost ferocious expression, and the hand holding the young man's skirt was bruised.

"Protect my brother... must! If the king... His Royal Highness is Egypt's last hope!"

The loyal general breathed his last.

He stared round his eyes, dying with regret.

The young man took a deep breath, grabbed the blood-stained token, turned and ran out, not even having time to cover the eyes of the person he respected the most.

The royal city is full of flames, monsters are raging, and the sound of killing is everywhere.

He is the general of Egypt, and his important task is to protect Egypt, the pharaoh and his brother, and he has no time to cry and mourn.

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All around the holy temples of Egypt, battles ignited.

The soldiers raised their swords to their former colleagues.

Fire light, sword light, and blood light all intertwined to illuminate the black sky of the Egyptian royal palace.

The footsteps of the young high priest of Egypt were a little vain.

The handsome face with burn scars was a little pale. He walked forward, holding the golden scepter tightly in his scarred hands, and the priest's robe on his body still had traces of burnt black ashes.

Only those sky-colored pupils were as tough and bright as ever.

He stood in the great temple, under the sacred altar.

Behind him, the stone gate of the main hall was tightly closed, and the sound of fighting outside the gate made his face even more gloomy.

"...Damn rebellion."

He whispered to himself, and turned his gaze to the purple-eyed boy standing in front of him.

These two brothers are a virtue!

At such a moment, his brother, who was still self-willed enough to drive him crazy, must come here, and Seth couldn't help it, so he had to come along with a livid face.

Just in case, he used the talisman order of the great priest to secretly summon several garrison teams near the great temple to protect Wangdi.

Who knew that there were actually traitors among the high-level army inside the palace, and in this way, he and his younger brother were exposed instead.Those rebels bewitched the soldiers to say that Wangdi rebelled and killed Pharaoh, and urged them to come and capture Wangdi.

Fortunately, there were still two armies that were not under control and rushed over at the critical moment.Although the number of people was too small, they were at a disadvantage, but they tried their best to keep the rebels out of the temple.

In the temple, a huge stone slab that seals the pitch-black dragon hangs high above the wall of the temple.

Under the stone slab as high as several people, the young prince who was holding the golden cabinet tightly in his arms lowered his head and said nothing, feeling very depressed.

He couldn't summon the dragon Gondola.

No matter how you try, no matter how you call...

"Your Royal Highness! Lord Seth!"

The bloody young general led several subordinates into the hall with swords in hand.

His chest heaved violently, the broken spear blade was still piercing his left shoulder, and the tip of his sword was still dripping with black and red blood.

Along the way, blood-stained footprints were left on the white stone of the temple, which looked extremely dazzling.

"...Let's break through."

He gasped, looking pained.

Can't hold it anymore?

The other reinforcements haven't arrived yet?

Seth frowned, walked forward, and grabbed the shoulder of the silent young prince.

"You should give up, Brother Wang, and follow me immediately."

The young Wangdi shook off Seth's hand.

There was a look of extreme pain in those light purple pupils.

The golden cabinet fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound, Wang Di turned around again, and pressed his hands on the huge stone slab of the magic dragon.

"...Why don't you listen to me, Gondola!"

He said, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed it hard on the stone slab, shouting words that Seth could not understand at all.

"You are my card! You are my monster! Why don't you come out!"

The hands that repeatedly hit the hard stone slab quickly rubbed blood on the slate, but the king brother who tried his best to call out the monster he could not summon did not stop.

He stared at the dragon in the stone slab, his eyes full of helpless pain.

His fist hit the slate repeatedly, staining it with blood.

"You are clearly my card! Why, Gondola—"

"Brother Wang!"

The young priest stepped forward and grabbed Wang Di's hand that was beating the slate, and forcibly pulled him away from the slate.

He firmly grasped his younger brother who was trying his best to break free, and finally couldn't help shouting angrily.

"It's enough--"

"His Royal Highness..."

It was the unknown young general who interrupted Seth's angry shout, and he knelt down.

He lowered his head and put his hands on the ground, "Your Highness, we will protect you, even if there are no monsters... please believe us, even if we risk all of our lives, we will send you out unscathed .”

He said, "So, please leave here as soon as possible, leave the palace, and go to a safe place."

"I didn't come here to make you all die!"

The young prince who was struggling in the shackles of the great priest shouted at him, the expression on his face was almost out of control, "I—"

His unspoken words were interrupted by Seth's slap in the face.

"Let's go, brother. As I said, Gondola only obeys Pharaoh, and what you have done is in vain."

Seth, who mercilessly slapped the king of Egypt, said with a calm expression, "Leave the capital immediately with me, the pharaoh has been escorted out, anyway, the most important thing now is your safety."

Brother Wang, who was clutching his aching left cheek, lowered his head and seemed to have lost all his strength.

He let Seth hug him and didn't struggle anymore.

"...Leaving the capital?" He asked with his head lowered and his voice was very low.

"Yes."

"Then what about all the people here?"

"It's ok."

"Are you kidding... how can it be okay!"

The younger brother who raised his head suddenly pushed Seth away.

He absolutely cannot agree with this approach!

He yelled at Seth, "If all the people are dead, then what's the point of the Pharaoh and the so-called royal family of Egypt!"

"I've said it many times, Brother Wang, don't use the narrow mind of your hometown to think about things in Egypt!"

This time, the high-pitched voice that overwhelmed him was the great priest Seth who could no longer bear it.

"Don't use your self-righteousness to deny their sacrifice—"

"It doesn't matter if the king's capital is destroyed, it doesn't matter if all the soldiers die in battle, you must live!"

"As long as Pharaoh and you exist, Egypt will exist!"

Set pointed to the door, where countless corpses were piled up.

"What do you think they are doing? What do you think they are dying for?!"

He pointed to the bloody Egyptian general kneeling on the ground.

"Now that the pharaoh's safety can't be predicted, you are their only support, why you still don't understand—"

"His Royal Highness."

The young Egyptian general was still kneeling on the ground, and he looked up at his young brother.

In his eyes, there is no reluctance or resentment for being regarded as an abandoned son. His eyes are almost devout, as if he is worshiping his gods and beliefs.

"Lord Seth is right. It doesn't matter if the capital is destroyed. It doesn't matter if all of us die. Only you... Your Royal Highness... Please be safe and sound."

Boom.

A jet of flame from the fighting red-eyed black dragon in the sky leaked down, crashing down a corner of the Great Temple.

It happened to be a corner where they were standing.

The collapsed huge rubble fell down, and the stone slab that sealed the magic dragon fell down and was buried in a rubble ruin.

"Brother Wang—"

The young Wangdi watched helplessly as the young general who pushed him away was crushed under the gravel.

The upper body of the young general was still pressed against his legs, and the bright red liquid oozed from his body, staining his hand holding his shoulder red.

The game's mind went blank.

The smell of blood made his head dizzy, and the red liquid that flowed onto his hands was scalding.

The young general had already died at that moment, but his hand clasping his wrist was still tight.

The blue veins on the back of that hand bulged, as if he had exhausted his last strength in his life, strangling his wrist with pain.

...I am not the king's brother of Egypt...

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter the words after all.

He never thought of himself as the king's brother of Egypt, because he knew the truth.

In the whole of Egypt, only he knew exactly what he was.

He came here suddenly, and in order to survive in this strange country, he could only borrow the name of the king of Egypt.

However, he knew that he was Muto Yuki.

He is just an ordinary student, and his home, relatives and friends are all in a small city 3000 years later.

Egypt is the country of Atum and has nothing to do with him.

He always thought so.

——You are the brother of the king of Egypt, and you must shoulder your responsibilities.

Seth once told him so, and he didn't take it seriously.

——No matter what you think of yourself, in the eyes of the Egyptian people, you are the king of Egypt.

Isis once said this to him, but he was noncommittal.

He actually understood these words.

I can understand it, but I don't understand it.

The so-called language is often very flat and incomprehensible.

Perhaps only in the face of real death and blood can he understand what they mean.

His hands were stained red with the warm blood of the young man who had died in front of him, the blood shed for him.

He heard, the screaming outside the temple has not stopped.

Even in the sound of weapons clashing, the sound of iron piercing people's bodies is very clear.

The soldiers guarding outside the temple used their madness to resist enemies that were several times their size.

Those who are guarded by the Egyptian soldiers who are not afraid of death with their lives are the princes of Egypt.

They firmly believe that what they guard is their Egyptian gods.

[It doesn't matter if the capital is destroyed, it doesn't matter if everyone dies in battle, please live on. ] This is not perfunctory language.

The pharaohs of Egypt, the royal family of Egypt, inherit the blood of the Egyptian gods...

That was the overriding belief in the lives of the faithful people of Egypt.

【Please do not forget……】

【The place where Pharaoh and you are is the place where Egypt is. 】

Breaking away the hand that was gripping his wrist, the young king of Egypt stood up.

The head of the dead young general slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.

Brother Wang's hands were dyed red, and his body was covered with blood.

He walked towards the ruins beside him. Among the rubble, he could vaguely see the stone slab that sealed the dragon that was pressed underneath and only exposed a corner.

"Brother Wang..."

Seth, who was also protected by a guard just now, looked at the younger brother who was walking towards him, and subconsciously called out.

But the king of Egypt did not respond to Seth's call.

He walked past him, brushing past him.

Seth saw dust, blood, and scars on that immature face, looking very embarrassed.

But for some reason, Brother Wang's expression was unusually calm at this moment, so calm that he felt that he shouldn't say a word at this moment.

The young king of Egypt walked to the side of the ruins.

He bent down, touching the tiny corner of the stone slab that was only exposed with his blood-stained hand.

"Servant of the Pharaoh, the dragon who guards Egypt, Gondola."

"I am the king's brother of Egypt."

He said that compared to the hoarseness just now, his voice this time was very soft.

The wind picked up, and the airflow from nowhere swirled around him.

Suddenly, the gust of wind made his golden hair and the hem of his clothes fly wildly.

The young king of Egypt knelt on the ground with a calm expression.

His bright red fingers touched the corner of the slate, and the blood stained the cyan slate.

"I order you in the name of the king of Egypt—"

He says,

"Gondola, the dragon, descends on Egypt."

The blazing red light that was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes shot up into the sky in Seth's stunned eyes, illuminating the entire sky.

The black overlord came down to the sky of Egypt under the command of the king of Egypt.

It was a pitch-black color that was not as deep as the night, and it was a crimson color that was not as bright as blood.

On the ground, all the monsters trembled and crawled on the ground.

In the sky, the black dragon and the white dragon in the deathmatch froze in mid-air.

The moonlight seemed to freeze for a second, and the earth and the sky seemed to be shocked and stagnated by the black overlord who descended on Egypt at that moment.

The huge jet-black wings inlaid with red gemstones of the pitch-black dragon spread out in the sky, and the shadow covered the earth.

Everyone froze in place, looking up at it with wide eyes, full of awe and fear in their eyes.

They stood, not daring to move.

"Gondola!"

On the earth, the young king of Egypt is calling its name.

The gold gold cabinet at his feet shone brightly.

He raised his hand to it—

The pitch-black dragon, which was leisurely looking down at the earth, shook its head lightly after the cry, and stared at the little creature on the ground that was not the master it surrendered to but could wake it up with its ferocious pupils. Humanity.

Then, the dragon folded its wings, and the beautiful crimson gemstones inlaid on the wings gradually glowed red.

They shone, their crimson hues brighter than the moonlight in the night sky.

The dragon Gondola spread its red wings——

At that second, the blazing red light enveloped the entire earth.

In just a second, all the monsters on the ground were wiped out.

A second of miracles.