Pharaoh

The white eagle flitted across the sky.

Its wings are as white as jade, shining brightly under the light of the morning sun.

Its loud and clear cry resounded over the sky of the Egyptian king's capital.

Its vigorous figure crossed a semicircular arc in the sky, and with its wings folded, it lightly landed on the outstretched arm of its master.

The young Pharaoh raised his hand, and the white eagle's talons were hooked on his golden wrist that shone with golden light.

It rested quietly on the Boy King's arm, its obsidian-like eyes staring at the surroundings with sharp and vigilant eyes, like a loyal guard.

Above the capital of Egypt, black dragons and white dragons are suspended in the high sky.

Since the appearance of the mighty dragon Gondola, which is more powerful than them, they stopped fighting with each other and quietly watched what happened on the earth.

Atum stretched out his right hand, and patted the black head of the dragon Gondola, who was docile and prostrate at his feet.

Then, he raised his head, and his crimson pupils glanced at the sky.

The magic dragon quickly spread its huge pitch-black dragon wings, soared into the sky, and rushed towards the red-eyed black dragon high in the sky.

In normal times, even if Gondola is a higher-level monster than it, according to the red-eyed black dragon's irritable and desperate character, he might fight it to the death. It's on par.

It's just that the blue-eyed white dragon, which is higher than it, had already fought with it just now, and now it is watching behind it, which inevitably distracts it.

Unprepared, its pitch-black neck was bitten by Gondola, and the white dragon on the side took advantage of the momentum to spit out a white light that penetrated its left dragon wing.

Not to be outdone, the black dragon fought back fiercely, but it just pulled its own neck out of Gondola's sharp giant teeth, but it didn't guard against Gondola's sudden and fierce bump——

The red-eyed black dragon, which had lost its balance because of the dragon's wing injury, suddenly fell straight from the sky.

It fell in the direction where the young Pharaoh was standing.

The young king stood, and the white eagle on his arm also stood quietly.

The black and huge body of the black dragon passed Yatum's eyes, and hit the ground with a loud bang, and the whole earth shook violently as if it couldn't support the huge weight at this moment.

A large area of ​​buildings on the high platform of the palace collapsed into rubble under this smash, splashing everywhere.

Atum remained standing, motionless.

He stretched his left arm slightly upwards.

The white wings spread out suddenly, and the white eagle flapped its wings vigorously, rushing towards the sky.

The young pharaoh jumped from the top of the tower.

He has a straight and healthy posture, and the dark blue cloak flying behind him is like the wings of an eagle.

He landed just in front of the huge and terrifying head of the red-eyed black dragon surrounded by rubble.

The young Pharaoh was very close and extremely dangerous. As long as the black dragon opened its mouth, it seemed that it could swallow him at any time without leaving any bones.

The black dragon opened its ferocious huge mouth and roared fiercely at him.

When it roared, it spurted out a bloody hot airflow from its bloody mouth.

The golden hair and the hem of the white clothes of the boy king who was facing it whirled endlessly in the air current.

Under the flying sharp golden hair, the handsome face of the young pharaoh is very calm.

It is the arrogance and indifference of the aloof gods who despise human feelings.

Standing in front of the pitch-black dragon half as tall as him with only sharp teeth, Atum raised his right hand, and the golden bracelet on his arm shone.

Then, he stepped forward, ignoring the almost hysterical roar of the red-eyed black dragon, and put his hand on the black dragon's head.

The huge body of the black dragon rolled crazily on the ground, dust and gravel flew everywhere, and the side hall that had almost collapsed fell apart under the struggle of the black dragon, completely turning into a pile of rubble.

However, no matter how the black dragon's body rolled and struggled endlessly, its huge and terrifying head was firmly pressed to the ground and could not move.

Seeing the human being in front of him who was not as big as his own paw oppressed him immobile with only one hand, the ferocity of the red-eyed black dragon was fully aroused.

It roared and roared harder, and its huge body struggled more fiercely.

The people standing on the palace only felt that their feet were shaking violently like an earthquake, and they couldn't even stand firmly.

The high platform of the palace was shaking desperately, and the huge rubble on the roof rustled down.

However, even the black dragon struggled with all its strength, but could not escape the shackles of that light brown hand.

The hand of the young pharaoh on top of its head seemed to weigh a thousand catties, no matter how hard it struggled, it could not move its head.

Atum stood, the ground shaking under his feet, and falling stones kept falling around him.

The light on the golden wrist of his right hand was shining slowly, allowing the black dragon in front of him to struggle endlessly.

His crimson icy pupils looked at the black dragon's blood-red pupils full of violence, and the sharp eyes actually overwhelmed the violent animal nature of the black dragon that day.

The black dragon stopped struggling.

It lay on the ground, motionless.

The golden halo of the Eye of Horus emerged from its head, shining for a few seconds before penetrating into its head and disappearing.

It became quiet, and its huge blood-red pupils filled with violence stared at the young king standing in front of it, as if confirming something.

Then, the pitch-black dragon with blood-red pupils lowered its head.

It used actions to signal itself to submit to the young pharaoh who was stronger than it.

This proud and powerful monster chooses to submit to the strong it recognizes.

The young king withdrew his hand, the golden bracelet flashed, and the red-eyed black dragon, who bowed his head and crawled at the young king's feet, turned into a stream of light and threw himself into the golden bracelet.

He raised his head again, his crimson pupils glanced at the blue-eyed white dragon in the sky.

The beautiful white dragon that seemed to be made of rays of light bowed its head respectfully.

In the next second, it had quietly disappeared into the sky.

The young Pharaoh walked forward, to the edge of the high platform of the palace, which was mostly collapsed.

He stood on the edge where the small gravel was still rolling down, looking at the land that belonged to him.

He saw countless people bowing to him on the ground.

He also saw the group of rebellious Egyptian soldiers holding weapons and trying to capture the palace, but at this moment they could only stand there dumbfounded and look up at him.

His bright crimson pupils were so calm that no trace of anger could be seen.

Because anger is a human emotion.

The demon dragon Gondola hovering above the palace folded its wings slightly, and the crimson gemstones inlaid on the wings once again shone with a beautiful red light.

Even under the contrast of the light of the morning sun, it is not inferior to the dazzling brilliance.

Atum raised his hand slightly upwards.

The golden Horus headpiece on his brow reflected a golden light—

The blazing red light descended on the earth again at that moment, this time, it lasted for ten seconds.

Inside and outside the palace, those who were still standing with weapons fell to the ground one by one under the red light.

They fell to the ground, their pupils dilated to the limit, and they couldn't breathe.

The people crawling on the ground were still alive, they lowered their heads deeply, their bodies trembling in fear.

Death, this is the punishment the rebels deserve.

When the red light disappeared, there was no one standing inside or outside the palace.

They either lay on the ground as cold corpses, or knelt down to show their loyalty to the Pharaoh.

The young pharaoh put his hands down.

At this time, there was a rapid eagle cry in the sky, and the snow-white eagle flapped its wings vigorously and swept across an arc in front of his eyes.

The crimson pupils of the Boy King followed the direction guided by the white eagle, and once again looked further away.

Looking from the highest point of the palace, at the limit of vision, outside the huge royal city, one can vaguely see the black Egyptian army rushing towards the royal capital densely.

There seemed to be a sharp cold light flashing through the depths of the emotionless crimson pupils.

In the sky, the dark dragon Gondola once again shone with a hotter and redder light than before.

The light brown finger of the Egyptian boy king moved, as if he was about to point to the group of Egyptian troops who could hardly see the end——

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The game was finally freed from that inhuman torment.

The sharp and maddening pain deep in his head almost made him think that his head would be torn apart abruptly like this.

He had no memory of what he had done or said in that pain.

When he came back to his senses at this moment, he realized that he was already drenched in sweat, and his golden hair soaked in cold sweat was sticking to his face and neck, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

He thought that he would rather die than endure such pain again.

He didn't even want to think about why he was freed from that inhuman pain.

At this moment, he curled up weakly in Seth's arms and panted lowly, he didn't even have the strength to move his fingertips.

There was still a dull pain in his head, and the almost paralyzing pain made him unable to control his limbs at will.

After resting for a while, the violet pupils moved slightly, and the young prince saw his left hand resting on Seth's arm.

The arms of the young high priest were covered with deep bloodstains, which were obviously scratched out by him in pain.

Yu Yu suddenly felt a little guilty, he raised his head up, wanting to see what Seth was doing at the moment.

Probably because he felt his movement, when his head was raised, the head of the young high priest who was looking up at something happened to be lowered.

The eyes of the two were colliding.

"It's okay, brother."

The young high priest said that his tone of voice was unprecedentedly gentle.

Those sky-colored pupils stared at him with complicated expressions, and seemed to be extremely rare with a hint of guilt.

This guilty look did not suit Seth at all.

The corner of the mouth of the young brother Wang who thought so at that moment twitched.

Um? ...

……never mind……

meaning is--!

Responding at that moment, he suddenly looked up at the sky.

The violet eyes were wide open, clearly reflecting the figure of the young pharaoh bathed in the light of the morning sun.

The young Wangdi struggled to stand up.

Priest Seth frowned, but still helped him stand up.

He struggled to stand, panting heavily, and looked up at the sky again.

The moment he raised his head, the light from Gondola hurt his eyes.

The moment the young pharaoh standing on the high platform of the palace raised his hand, a blood-red light enveloped the earth.

The sound of countless people's bodies falling to the ground was extremely clear in this fear-shrouded and deadly palace.

That second of light took the lives of countless people, and made the bodies of the remaining people kneeling on the ground tremble uncontrollably.

That was the punishment given to sinners by the Egyptian god Pharaoh.

The young prince's throat moved, he seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

His hands curled up again into fists, and he let go with difficulty.

He looked at the corpses strewn all over the ground of the palace, and at those people with wide-eyed eyes who were dying, the expression on that immature and blood-stained face seemed a little dazed.

He turned his head and parted his lips eagerly to say something to Seth.

The young high priest stared at him, seeming to know what he was going to say, and frowned again.

Sky-colored pupils looked at him sternly, and Seth shook his head firmly at him.

The young prince's lips parted, but he still didn't say anything after all.

His expression was a little gloomy, and he looked away, as if he didn't want to see the corpses everywhere in front of him again.

However, the moment he turned his head away, from the corner of his eye, he saw the crimson light shining again in the sky, as well as the young Pharaoh's hand that seemed to fall down again——

"Brother Wang!!!"

There was an irresistible urge to open his chest, causing him to use the last of his strength to shout at the tall young Pharaoh.

He broke free from Seth's hand and ran forward.

He stretched out his hand with all his strength in the direction of the Pharaoh who seemed to be standing on the top of the sky and seemed unreachable——

His exhausted body only allowed him to run a few steps away.

His weak legs could no longer support his body.

The faint tingling sensation left in his brain made him still unable to control his body.

The young king of Egypt fell to the ground.

His arms, which he tried so hard to support his upper body again, were completely useless.

He tried to get himself up, but couldn't.

After trying again and again in vain, he finally gave up.

He was lying on the ground, his light purple eyes were filled with tears that he had endured to the limit.

His immature face was pressed against the dusty ground, and the silently seeping tears spread shallow traces of water stains on the bluestone.

He didn't call out Gondola desperately just to let everyone die!

In the end, everything he did was in vain.

He still can't do anything.

He curled up on the ground, motionless.

Something soft fell from the air, gently covering his body.

His body lying on the ground was picked up by someone.

A dark blue soft cloak wrapped around him, and light brown strong arms lifted him from the ground.

The young pharaoh stared at the immature face of the younger brother in his arms, which was extremely dirty with tears, blood and dust.

Those crimson pupils were calm, and no one knew what he was thinking.