Pharaoh

The black-haired boy stood quietly on the shattered ground, a blood-red bead on the top of the scepter in his hand flickered on and off.

The black dragon, which combines the color of night and blood, spreads its huge dragon wings around it, and the blowing air blows up the soft black hair on the boy's fair cheeks, which looks like ink-stained.

When the people who came from the underground sacrificial temple arrived here, they saw something like this.

Most people swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty after seeing the giant dragon covered by the shadow of the huge body above the sky, and the palms of their hands were faintly sweating.

However, some people glanced at the white-haired thief king standing aside, then at the black-haired boy, their eyes wandered between the two of them several times, and they frowned secretly.

The black-haired boy holding a black magic wand didn't pay attention to the arrival of this large group of people, and still stood there quietly, with a calm expression and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He didn't move or make a sound, but some people beside him couldn't help it.

"Aren't you the one who dared to impersonate—"

Boom!

The ground shook, and the ground shook with the bang.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people whose faces turned pale in an instant, the middle-aged man who raised his hand and pointed at the black-haired boy in disrespect and yelled, together with several innocent people around him, were smashed into a pool by the giant claws that fell from the sky in an instant. Meat puree.

The meat sauce mixed with blood was squeezed out from the gap between the sharp claws and splashed onto the nearby people, causing them to stagger back several steps in fright.

Gondola once again flapped its dragon wings and flew into the sky. The huge wings flapped and the gust of wind swept away dozens of people who were closest to it.

Perhaps it was the actions of his own monster that finally attracted the attention of the person standing quietly on the shattered ground. The black-haired boy turned his head sideways, and the fine strands of hair brushed against his white ears.

He turned his head and looked down at everyone.

Yes, looking down, everyone thinks so—even if they are on the same horizon at the moment, and even the side of the black-haired boy is slightly lower because of the cracked ground—but everyone takes it for granted that each other’s That glance is looking down.

No reason.

No more words, just a look.

At that glance, all the doubtful or hesitant people lowered their heads, fell to their knees, and knelt in the direction of the black-haired boy.

That is the reverence for gods rooted in human flesh and blood.

"Your Excellency the High Priest..."

The fingers of the white-haired old man pressing on the yellow sand trembled violently. This one of the judges who participated in throwing the so-called 'pretend sinner' into the slave field not long ago was muttering to himself.

Really are……

This young man who could even be described as immature turned out to be His Excellency the High Priest.

But why the first time I saw His Excellency the High Priest, I couldn't feel the overwhelming sense of coercion that seemed to be able to deter everything in the world?

Is it...

"Your Excellency, are you testing our loyalty?"

The old man's lips trembled and he spit out vague words.

Just now, he watched the middle-aged man who committed the same disrespectful crime as him being trampled into a pulp by the magic dragon.

There were still splashes of blood on his wrinkled face, which made his originally kind face appear a bit terrifying.

The white-haired thief king suspended in mid-air frowned, he fell to the ground, and walked towards the black-haired boy.

The blood-red pupils stared at the other party without blinking, the gray and white hair spread out in a mess, and the dark brown face with scars showed an obvious look of vigilance.

He saw the black-haired boy glance at him lightly, with an invisible trace raised at the corner of his lips.

Then, he saw the evil god who was still standing there with his black wand quietly closed his eyes.

Diabondo was stunned, he could clearly feel that the huge power that he couldn't look up to disappeared in an instant like an ebb tide, and the sense of coercion that suppressed this world just now disappeared without a trace .

His blood-red pupils shrank slightly, and he hurried forward a few steps, reaching out to grab the opponent's hand holding the wand.

The black-haired boy opened his eyes again, with night-like pupils and translucent tones.

"... Dia?"

【Do not talk. 】

Holding the game's hand tightly, Diabondo threw what he wanted to say directly into the other party's thinking with the unique communication method of monsters.

【The group of guys are all watching. 】

Yu You pursed his lips tightly and did not make another sound. He had already seen the dark mass of people kneeling on the ground towards him.

The huge black dragon inlaid with red jade hovered quietly in the sky, casting shadows covering the land.

【Keep silent like this, and follow me back. 】

The white-haired thief king conveyed the past in this way.

He turned around, let go of the hand holding the magic wand, and replaced it with holding and raising the other hand, leading his evil god high priest forward in a supporting gesture.

Wherever they went, the people kneeling on the ground retreated one after another.

[Head up, chest out——]

[Pose a little more! 】

【Can't you put on an expression like I'm number one in the world——】

[Tsk, a little guy like you can't show a sense of prestige at all. 】

Along the way, the noble high priest of the evil god was reprimanded and mocked by the thief king in front of him.

Then, as the Thief King wished, under the constant stimulation of his connections, a dangerous light flashed from Yuyu's gradually narrowing black pupils.

"Dia, you are more and more like my mother."

【…】

Thief King VS Evil God High Priest

There is no explanation for the complete defeat of the Thief King.

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The sacrificial ceremony of the evil god that had just started was temporarily suspended due to unexpected events and the wishes of the high priest. This time, everyone unconditionally obeyed the instructions of the high priest.

In the most luxurious residence in the depths of the underground hall, the white-haired Thief King sat with one leg raised high, still without dignity. , stretched out a dark brown finger, aimed at the little thing and poked it hard——

The little thing that was flying happily with its little wings fluttered was unsuspectingly poked on its back, and did somersaults in the air before stopping.

As soon as it stopped, the Thief King's fingers followed, aiming at its smooth black forehead, poking twice, poking, poking——

So the little thing who was being poked and kept doing somersaults in the air was completely angry.

All the red gemstones embedded in its black jade-like body glowed, and the red light flickered.

Then, I opened my mouth, and I sprayed——

Diabondo raised his right hand, and easily blocked the blood-red beam sprayed out of the little guy's mouth.

Hold it in your hand, and with a little force, the red light in the palm of your hand will be crushed into finely divided red fluorescent lights and scattered.

Then, he raised his hand, pointed at the little guy's head again, and poked hard——

"Dia..."

The white-haired thief king's behavior of bullying the small finally made the protectors standing aside couldn't see him.

Yu Yu, who had just turned around and poured himself a glass of water to drink, turned his head and saw such a scene that made him dumbfounded.

Dia clicked his tongue and withdrew his hand.

Little Gondola, who was bullied to the point of tears, opened her ruby-like eyes and flew over with her little wings fluttering.

At this moment, the palm-sized body looked round and chubby, You You patted its head comfortingly.The shrunken Gondola no longer had those ferocious thorns on her body, and her whole body is like a piece of crystal black jade, smooth and cool to the touch.

The dozens of rubies embedded in its jet-like body make it look as beautiful as a carved jade product.

At this moment, Little Gondola made a small gurgling sound from the depths of his throat, as if complaining to the game.Yuyu stretched out his index finger and touched its small head, its red eyes narrowed into a line, as if it was very satisfied with such closeness.

When Yuyu's finger left its little head, Little Gondola flapped its wings and flew up a little bit, its little paw stretched out and hugged Yuyu's finger, rubbing against it.

"Dia, are you interested in bullying such a small Gondola?"

After Gondola became smaller, her strength also decreased a lot, and she was no match for Dia at all.

Can't stand Dia's game of bullying the weak and opens his mouth to express his disapproval of Dia's taking advantage of others.

"This guy almost killed you just now."

Diabondo glanced at Yuyu angrily, and leaned back lazily with his hands behind his head.

He asked, "Did you send Pharaoh back?"

"Well, I let the silent swordsman and magician..."

Halfway through the conversation, the game suddenly stopped, and he walked towards Diabondo, showing a thoughtful look, "Dia, Seth and the others told me that monsters can only be summoned in the royal city, and only the chestnut ball is a special case."

Yugi looked at Dia and Gondola in bewilderment.

"It's far away from the king's city. If Dia is a special case, let's not talk about it for now, so why can brother Wang summon Gondola, and I can also summon the silent swordsman?"

"My lord, I'm not a special case."

The white-haired thief king glanced at his face and replied, "Think about it with your dull brain, monsters can only be summoned in the capital, and the answer is very simple, because only the capital has the power of gods."

He sat up straight suddenly, staring at the game in front of him with blood red eyes.

The sneer from the corner of his lips touched the scar on his cheek, and Dia's outstretched finger pointed abruptly at Yuyu's chest.

"Here, there is a god."

[The evil god is also a god. 】

Seeing the finger pointing at his chest, Yu Yu swallowed involuntarily.

Perhaps at this moment, he truly realized the fact that there is a great god in his body.

It was an unimaginably powerful existence that could break all restrictions and rules just by standing here.

His throat moved again. He had just drank a glass of water, but for some reason his mouth was still dry.

"Dia, how much do you know about evil gods?"

"Not much, it's not me, but Bakula, who is in contact with the evil god."

Diabondo relentlessly dismissed the game's problems.

The game frowned, and asked again: "I'm very strange... I have seen the form of the evil god attached to Bakula back then, but why do I see it now..."

He always thought that he knew the true terrifying form of the evil god very well.

However, now he discovered that even if the evil god met him in the form of a soul, he still had an appearance very similar to him.

The form of the soul cannot be forged, and this is what makes the game most disturbing and incomprehensible.

Could it be that he was chosen as the host because he really had something to do with that evil god?

"Dia, why does the evil god look exactly like me?"

The white-haired king of thieves looked at the nervous expression in the eyes of the king of Egypt who was asking him a question, with a look of contempt on his face, and he planned to severely mock the idiot who scared him.

But seeing the tightly clenched fist on Yuyu's side, Dia showed helplessness in his eyes. He sighed, stood up and rubbed Yuyu's head vigorously as if trying to break it.

"Stop thinking about it."

He lazily waved his hand and said, "The evil god has no fixed form. His form depends on the evil thoughts of the human beings he is attached to."

"The greater the evil thoughts, the more gigantic and terrifying the appearance of the evil god will be based on the evil thoughts."

"At the beginning, the evil god attached to me... No, the form of Bakula's body is the manifestation of Bakula's evil thoughts."

Having said that, Dia shot out the little Gondola that was flapping its little wings and flying around Yuyou with one finger.

He turned around and rubbed Yugi's head again.

"You also know the reason why the evil god chose you as the host, but because you have no evil thoughts in your heart, the evil god cannot rely on the evil thoughts to present its own form... Probably because of this, the evil god finally chose to present itself in the host's appearance."

In the long silence, there was only the sound of Little Gondola trying to fly back.

It threw itself on Yu Yu's shoulder, grabbing a strand of black hair and refusing to let go.

Yugi was silent for a long time, then he raised his head to look at Diabondo.

"I've always thought that the evil god is a terrifying existence." He said, "However, the evil god I know now is not as terrifying as I imagined."

The game said hesitantly, "I think, is it possible..."

"fool!"

The thief king's cold voice interrupted the game's words.

Dia's blood-red pupils stared at the guy in front of him who could easily see through his mind with a look of sarcasm, and the temperature in his eyes became even colder.

He is very clear about this idiot's thinking.

Don't you just want to deal with the evil god in the way you dealt with him back then?

Sure enough, he still has that kind of character that is too stupid to be cured——

The dark brown hand stretched out by the white-haired thief king forcefully clamped the young king's chin and raised it.

He looked down at the young boy's face that was still a little immature, his eyes were cold.

"Game, I've had enough of your self-righteousness."

He looked at the black pupils who were staring at him with wide-eyed astonishment and anxiety, and a mocking sneer rose from the corner of his lips.

"Don't forget, I'm at least half human."

And the evil god is pure darkness.