Pharaoh

The wind blown by the flames caused the young king's dark blue cloak to fly up and down in the air without interruption.

The flowing blond hair dyed a layer of light red by the flames kept flicking in front of the golden headdress of the Eye of Horus, so the shadow that the hair fell on the young man Wang Junmei's face also kept shaking.

Most of the young king's face was hidden in the shadow of the fire, only the sharp lips could be seen tightly pursed.

It was always tightly closed, and never made a sound from the beginning to the end.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young Pharaoh suddenly turned and left.

He left without saying a word, so abruptly that no one had time to react.

"king--"

Mahat, who was standing on one side, hurried to catch up.

He shouted loudly, but he couldn't stop the young king's footsteps for a second.

The young Pharaoh strode forward, his steps strong and steady.

He walked quickly, and there was no trace of hesitation in his vigorous steps.

The flying dark blue cloak quickly disappeared into the night, like a young pharaoh melting into the darkness.

The flames soaring into the sky were still burning, and in the dark night, its beauty resembled the crimson hue of his eyes.

In the flames, the young king didn't look back, not even once.

The red flames dyed half of the black sky red, and the swaying fire light illuminated everyone's faces.The people left behind by the young pharaoh stood in front of the flames, they were very quiet, maybe they didn't know what to say for a while.

The black-haired guard who set fire to the palace stared at the raging flames without blinking. He should have been arrested as the chief culprit for damaging the palace. No matter what the crime was, he was enough to put him to death.

But the young Pharaoh left without saying a word, and the two remaining priests remained silent, so the guards holding spears hesitated and stood where they were.They looked at the great priests one after another, hoping to get an order.

The sky-colored pupils glanced at the burning flame, and the young priest finally broke the heavy silence.

"Sisi, take someone to put out the fire."

He gave the order, exchanged glances with Isis, and turned to leave.

Priestess's long eyelashes drooped, half covering her eyes, and she followed Seth's footsteps in silence.

However, they only took two steps when they suddenly saw Priest Xia Da leading a group of guards hurrying towards here.

"Isis, Seth, there are unknown people sneaking into the palace, they should be coming in this direction, have you seen it?!"

As soon as they met, Xia Da asked immediately, with an eager look on his face, and he didn't even bother to say a greeting to his two colleagues.

Seth frowned.

"Xia Da, the palace's guards have been strengthened a lot these days, why are people sneaking in so easily?"

He opened his mouth to reprimand the other party mercilessly.

"It's my dereliction of duty..."

Xia Da admitted his mistake frankly. He said, "The soldiers told me that the man held the Pharaoh's token."

Xia Da's answer made Seth startled, subconsciously turned his head and looked at Isis, and they understood what the other was thinking in each other's eyes.

Could it be——

But why didn't she escape from Thebes as soon as possible, instead sneaked into the palace?

Could it be that she still does not give up and wants to assassinate the Pharaoh?

Thinking of this, the expressions of the two became more serious.

"Xia Da! The king is not far ahead, you lead someone to catch up with him to protect him! Let Seth and I deal with the man who sneaked into the palace!"

Isis made a decisive decision immediately.

She looked at the back of Xia Da who led the team of guards away, pursed her lips and thought for a while, and was about to discuss with Seth when suddenly the eye of Horus on her neck was one of the seven golden artifacts. Yi's gold jewelry flashed a golden light, as if to herald danger to her.

She raised her head suddenly, and shot her sharp gaze at the dense bushes hidden in the darkness behind Ke Ya.

"come out!"

She whispered.

The dense bushes shook a few times, and someone came out of it.

The gray cloak covered that person's face. Although the cloak seemed to have been torn to pieces by a sharp weapon, it still covered that person's whole body, making it difficult to see clearly.Isis could only vaguely see the cold light of the sharp sword from the left hem of the cloak, and there was still blood on the tip of the sword.

This person didn't seem to intend to hide his identity, so he tore off the cloak covering his head in full view.

The long golden hair was tied up high at the back of the head, and it was blown up by the wind in the dark night.

It's not as beautiful as the softly sliding snow-white neck, it's a little less girly, but a little more heroic.

The cloak, which was half opened, was constantly dancing by the strong wind caused by the flames around her, exposing most of the girl's body.

Without a gorgeous dress, a girl in simple and neat clothes like a man stood in front of everyone holding a long sword.

The bright red blood stains were extremely dazzling on her snow-white skin, and the blood-stained golden hair flew over her forehead and fell slowly.

Her inner garment, like her gray cloak, had been tattered in a fight with Egyptian palace guards.

The gap, which was obviously pierced by a sharp weapon, had already been dyed crimson, and blood was still oozing out. The countless scars all over her body made her look very embarrassed.

The sky blue pupils slowly scanned the crowd, obviously there was no way out, but Rebecca's face looked very calm at the moment.

A sword wind swept up.

The moment Rebecca appeared, the one who slashed at her with a sword was the black-haired guard closest to Rebecca.

The moment the fierce sword that contained all of Ke Ya's anger was about to fall on the girl, there was a sudden pause, and just after this pause, the sharp sword that cut iron like mud in Rebecca's hand flew up. And rise.

With just one strike, she cut Ke Ya's sword cleanly.

Grasping the moment of Keya's hesitation, the sword in her hand pierced through from a tricky angle——

The sharp sword tip pierced a layer of skin on the surface of Keya's throat, and a trace of blood seeped out.

Rebecca didn't stab the tip of the sword completely.

She maintained this posture, with the tip of the sword pressed against Keya's throat, and she looked up at the black-haired guard with calm and penetrating eyes.

"Be quiet, you are the guard of the game, I don't want to kill you."

"...What are you talking about now!"

Throwing away the severed long sword, Ke Ya clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palm.

His chest heaved violently, obviously trying to suppress his emotions on the verge of explosion.

He is not afraid of death, but he has not finished what brother Wang told him, so he cannot die here.

If it hadn't been because he thought that Wang Di had asked him to take back the gold ring, and the location of that ring was only known to the Libyan princess, he would never have hesitated in cutting the sword!

"You obviously killed His Royal Highness, but you still dare to appear here shamelessly!"

"I killed him, I don't deny it."

Rebecca replied with a calm expression.

Her eyes glanced at the two great priests opposite, and a sneer faintly appeared in the depths of her pupils, with a hint of provocation.

"Pharaoh and those priests are my accomplices, aren't they?"

"I didn't expect the princess to appear here. Instead of trying to escape from Thebes, the capital of Egypt, you sneaked into the palace."

Priestess Isis, who had been watching the Libyan princess calmly, finally spoke.

Because none of the great priests gave orders, the guards just stood there, watching Rebecca vigilantly.

"Because 'the safest place is the most dangerous place'?"

Isis asked with a smile.

"Escape from Thebes?"

The corners of Rebecca's lips rose slightly.

The crimson fire illuminated her body covered with scars and blood. Without the gorgeous dress and warm and beautiful decoration, she might have lost the softness and beauty that belonged to women, but her eyes were unusually bright at the moment.

The burning flame was reflected in the sky blue pupils, as if igniting the flame hidden deep in her heart.

"When I came to Egypt, I had no intention of going back alive," she said.

The noble royal family of Libya is the symbol of Libya and the hope and sustenance of Libyans.

No one can sully its pride.

Just like what the Libyan citizen who pierced his own throat with a sword and died in front of her said last time——

"It doesn't matter if all the royal families in Libya die."

Saying the princess of Libya is an understatement.

The bright red flames flickered on her snow-white cheeks that were still oozing with blood.

The firmness in the blue pupils that day surpassed all the beliefs of gods.

"Libyans will never be slaves to Egyptians!"

The sharp sword tip moved away from Keya's throat, and Rebecca turned and walked into the flames.

There was no hesitation or fear in her footsteps, and the blood-stained golden hair flying in the flames quickly disappeared into the raging fire.

The luxurious room of the past was beyond recognition, it was crumbling under the burning of the fire, and everything in the room had been burned to ashes.

Someone walked into this house that was about to collapse at any moment.

The delicate and white skin was aching from the hot breath of the ferocious flames at close range, and the blond girl walked into the center of the fire step by step.

The scorching fire breath with choking smoke hit her face, making her almost unable to breathe.

She walked forward, her steps seemed a little staggering, and many wounds on her body were still bleeding.

The toughness she showed just now in front of the Egyptians has exhausted the last bit of strength in her frail body.

In the light of the fire, she still had a trace of a childlike immature face, which was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

The stone wall that collapsed vertically and sideways somewhat blocked the spread of the flames.

Rebecca sat down against the hot half-collapsed stone wall, and her sharp sword, which was cut like mud, was deeply inserted into the ground beside her.

Under the messy blood-stained blond hair, the sky-blue pupils stared at the center of the flame without blinking.

Although there is nothing to see there except the red flames spitting out tongues of fire.

She never thought that she could escape from Thebes. As she said just now, from the moment she set foot on the land of Egypt, she had no intention of going back alive.

It's just a gamble.

Once the pharaoh dies and there is civil strife in Egypt, there is still hope for Libya.

It's a pity that she didn't win the bet. She didn't expect that the Pharaoh would survive after being poisoned.

Although she managed to leave the palace, she knew that she could not escape Thebes at all.

Her purpose of leaving the palace was to send the secret letter of her failed assassination back to Libya through a secret channel—although she didn't know if it would be successful, she still wanted the country to know the news as soon as possible.

That was the last thing she could do for Libya.

Rebecca lowered her head, and opened her left hand that had been tightly held just now.

The gold ring lay quietly in her palm.

She smiled slightly.

"Brother of Egypt, I thought I won, but it turns out that you still have a back hand."

She hid there just now and saw everything clearly.

"But even if you're ready, so what?"

"You're not stupid, you're just naive."

Her tone was very cold, without any emotion, but her eyes, staring at the gold ring in her hand, were on the contrary more and more soft.

A hint of bitterness leaked from the corners of her raised lips.

"Pharaoh doesn't believe in you, everything you do is in vain."

Rebecca's eyes closed slightly, and then opened them with effort.

The breath she exhaled became weaker and weaker, and her consciousness gradually became hazy due to excessive blood loss.

The spreading flames scorched the stone wall she was leaning against, and the scorching heat pierced her back, but she didn't seem to notice it.

"You still lost..."

Rebecca said the sound was soft and calm.

But the voice trembled slightly at the moment when the last word fell.

She raised her hand.

The golden ring drew a golden arc in the air and fell into the raging fire.

It was completely surrounded by burning flames in all directions, and the blood flowing out of Rebecca's body seemed to be dried up by the scorching flames the moment it flowed out.

"Game, no matter how many lies I tell you..."

Rebecca said in a low voice, her eyes watching the flame gradually dimmed.

The corners of her lips were still slightly curved.

"You said that I...was pretending to you...Yes, no one could see that it was fake, and everyone was deceived by me."

Her voice was so weak that only she could hear it.

"Even myself."

The roof beams, which had been twisted and deformed under the heat of the fire, could no longer support the dilapidated room.

It made a terrible cracking sound, and the stone wall was already crumbling.

The sound of cracking roof stones was hidden in the sound of burning flames.

O God of Libya, I hereby dedicate my body and soul to you.

Please bless Libya.

The blond girl sat quietly in the flames, she raised her head slightly.

Her vision gradually dimmed, and the cloak that was scattered on the ground was ignited, and the crimson flame spread over, devouring her body bit by bit.

The house that had been completely eroded finally couldn't bear the fierce burning of the flames and collapsed suddenly. The boulders that fell straight down were reflected in the pair of sky-blue pupils, from far to near——

If next time, I can see him again.

Gods of Libya, there is only one thing I pray for.

That sentence……

It is impossible and unqualified to say that sentence in this life.

Next time, please give me the right to say that sentence in front of everyone.

[I like games. 】