Pharaoh

The desert wind and sand, the frenzied wind rolled up countless fine golden sand grains across the desert of ruins on the ground.

There is no sun in the sky, but the whole world is filled with bright light.The light came from all directions, lightly scattering the shadows on the ground.

The yellow sand under your feet is soft, and when you step on it, it glides over your skin with a silky and delicate feeling.

Ruins and broken pillars are erected everywhere in the desert, carrying the vicissitudes of history that has been settled for a long time. The sound of wind blowing in the air seems to be constantly playing on this ruined land.

The king of Egypt, who was lying on the arm of the half of the huge god whose original appearance could not be seen, opened his eyes, and his slender black eyelashes cast a very light shadow on his white cheeks, making the light purple pupils look dim. a bit.

He hugged that huge half arm, and pressed his cheek against the cold white stone. The cold feeling penetrated deep into his skin and made him shiver subconsciously, and then he woke up from half-awake and half-sleep.

It can't go on like this.

You You bit his tongue hard, and the pain made his mind, which had been getting more and more drowsy recently, sober up.

Perhaps because the soul and the body are separated, he has always been sleeping and waking up recently, and the time of sleeping is more and more than the time of being awake.

There are boundless deserts in all directions, never going out of the edge, and seeing no end.

It's not that he hasn't tried to get out of here, but no matter which way he chooses and how long he walks, it always seems to be going in a big circle, and he will eventually return here.

Yu Yu shook his head vigorously to make himself more awake.

He stood on the huge statue and looked around at the familiar scenery again, then he jumped down.

Now, there was only one place he had never set foot—that great temple of ruins buried beneath the desert.

Because every time he gets close to that place, it always brings an extremely uncomfortable feeling to the game. The oppressive feeling that penetrates into the bone marrow makes his fingertips a little cold, so he is always reluctant to get close to it.

But now there is no other way, he is always afraid every time he falls asleep recently.

I'm afraid that when I wake up next time, everything is a foregone conclusion, and the evil god has got his wish.

The king of Egypt walked step by step towards the entrance of the majestic and majestic temple even though most of it was in ruins in the middle of the desert.

Standing in front of the grand archway of the main hall that was covered up for the most part, he took a deep breath to calm himself down and soothe his increasingly beating heart.

The closer you get to the main hall, the more your hands and feet seem to be bound by something invisible, and every step forward is extremely difficult.

The air around the main hall is so viscous that it seems to be materialized, imprisoning any living beings who want to get close.

It was as if the master of the temple didn't want anyone to get close to him.

Yuyu stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the column next to the arch in front of him, pulling it to make himself, who seemed to be stuck in the mud at the moment, struggle to move forward a few more steps, at least to walk into the door.

But his hand was trying to move forward in the air, but the invisible resistance in the air made it impossible for his hand to move forward, and even the nails on his fingertips faintly showed signs of being bent due to pressure.

The young brother Wang held his breath, fearing that if he let out a slack, his whole body would be bounced back, and all the hard work just now would be in vain.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his fair face was flushed red at the moment, and his fingertips moved forward inch by inch with difficulty.

Finally, at the moment of going all out and desperately, he hugged the pillar——

A violent hurricane suddenly swept out from the interior of the temple, which was so deep underground that it was so dark that nothing could be seen.

Flying sand and rocks, the blade-like gust of wind shattered countless collapsed cliffs, and it turned into a ferocious and strange translucent monster with the wind. Countless huge rocks were rolled up around it, and it rushed towards the game aggressively. Pounce--

The golden forehead hair was blown up and down abruptly by the surging air current.

Yu Yu, who had just stabilized his body with the help of a pillar, suddenly opened his eyes wide to see the gust of wind roaring towards him, the intruder who disturbed the temple's sleep.

Behind it were countless shattered huge stones swept by the strong wind.

The white linen clothes that were blown up almost entirely by the gust of wind danced wildly, revealing the faint golden mark on the chest.

A flash of light suddenly made the mark clearly reveal the cover of the clothes.

The brilliance of the Talisman of Life bloomed again after a long silence.

The pure white radiance that contained the purest vitality shone from the talisman of life on Brother Wang's chest and scattered in all directions.

The ferocious and strange monster transformed by the gust of wind abruptly stopped its ferocious pounce in mid-air.

Putting away its sharp teeth and long claws, it turned into a breeze and circled around Wangdi's body, and then quietly disappeared into the white light of the Talisman of Life.

The gravel rolled up by the strong wind fell to the ground one after another.

The golden Talisman of Life flickered again, and fell silent.

Responding from the moment of astonishment just now, Yu You subconsciously touched the golden mark on his chest, looking a little confused, with a look of lingering fear.

After touching the imprint on his chest, he was startled again, because he found that his body was no longer restrained.

The invisible resistance in the air seemed to melt away in the light of the Talisman of Life.

There must be something in this temple...

With that in mind, You Yu hurriedly walked inside.

It's just that he just took a step into the temple, and the moment before his eyes became dark——

[Brother Wang. 】

The familiar voice that penetrated directly into the depths of his mind made the Egyptian prince's eyes widen suddenly, and he subconsciously raised his hands to cover his ears.

【Brother Wang...】

Like the previous few times, it wasn't in his ear, but a conversation that sounded directly in his head.

Low and sighing, at this moment, there is a tone that has been eroded by the long wind and frost, "Who..."

Finally, the Egyptian prince couldn't calm down anymore and yelled loudly, he raised his head and looked around in the dark around him.

"Who the hell is it?

【……king……】

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The young Egyptian high priest stood tall and straight, which made his already tall body even more rock-like fortitude.

He held his head high, and the turbulent air flow from his body caused his forehead hair to fly upwards wildly.

On the light brown forehead, the imprint of Oli Hagang flowing with emerald green streamer was exposed in the air.

The same huge Oliha Gang's enchantment rune imprint also appeared under his feet, enveloping his whole body, and even his robe flew up.

Then, the circle of Olihagang's talisman that emerged from the ground quickly expanded, quickly covering the ground under the feet of the black-haired boy standing sideways on the opposite side.

The boy with black hair as soft as the night stood on the opposite side of the room, his pupils like black ink stared at Seth with eyes that were emotionless but cold enough to make people freeze from the bone.

The three golden artifacts shone with pure golden brilliance, forming a golden halo, which circled around the black-haired boy.

They imprisoned him in this golden halo.

The evil god didn't make any moves, just stared at Seth and frowned slightly, with an unknown brilliance appearing in his eyes.

The pupils that were so dark that they sucked in all the brilliance glanced coldly at the emerald green barrier of Olihagang that extended to his feet and wrapped him in it, as if he was a little impatient...

Then, he slowly raised his hand and pointed in Seth's direction.

At the fingertips, a cluster of small black light balls danced.

The young high priest's heart skipped a beat at that moment...

At that moment, the overwhelming sense of coercion transmitted by the evil god made him unable to breathe...

A sense of fear and powerlessness that everything was about to fail enveloped his whole body, making his fingertips tremble uncontrollably.

He originally wanted to follow the instructions of High Priest Simon to collect at least six golden artifacts other than the golden building blocks before proceeding. Unexpectedly, the evil god wanted to destroy these three golden artifacts...

He had no choice but to wake up early and act hastily, but he was uneasy about whether the three golden artifacts could suppress the evil god.

He clenched his teeth tightly, resisting the force of the coercion, the blue light of Oliha Gang's enchantment rune on his forehead was flowing, and the roots of his teeth were faintly bleeding.

Just for a moment—

Just a moment is enough——

On the fingertips of the raised hand of the black-haired boy, a small ball of black light converged.

The three golden artifacts surrounding him suddenly blazed with golden brilliance, and countless tiny golden arcs flashed out from the connected golden circles and landed on the hands of the evil god.

In the next second, the black ball of light on the white fingertips was completely dispersed by countless tiny golden arcs of light.

The evil god's eyes moved slightly, and he frowned slightly.

Soon, he stretched out, he didn't look up to look at the great priest opposite who was greatly relieved at that moment just now, but just set his eyes on the three golden artifacts beside him.

Because to him, the dead are not worth his second glance.

These few golden artifacts can seal his power for a moment at most, and he can defeat them in just a little time.

"Human, do you want to seal me with these little things?"

The evil god spoke in an understatement tone, still too lazy to glance at Seth.

"Of course not that stupid..."

Seth replied with a sneer, raised his hand and pulled out a dagger from his waist.

With a sound of brushing, the sharp knife was unsheathed.

Seth tore off the black iron gauntlet on his left arm, and wrapped his light brown arm with a thick white bandage that still showed a little blood.

The white bandage was covered with strange runes that seemed to be sealing some kind of power.

A cold light flashed, and the sharp blade cut through the tightly wrapped white bandage.

The white bandages were scattered on the ground, and the deep scar on the arm, which was obviously just healed and scarred, was exposed.

Seth stabbed down with his sword.

He gritted his teeth and used the dagger to dig out the freshly healed wound.

The surging blood almost soaked his entire left forearm.

A tiny gold ornament the size of a thumb, soaked in blood but not stained with any trace of pure gold, fell from the flesh of the bloody arm into Seth's palm.

Seth took a breath, and even though his left arm was dripping with blood, he didn't dare to stop throwing the shining gold ornament in the direction of the opposite evil god.

The golden ornament, which was originally only the size of a thumb, suddenly became larger when it flew into the air.

Under the background of the emerald green streamer coming from the imprint of Olihagang's barrier on the ground, it looks like a golden eagle that has been sleeping for a long time, spreading its pure golden wings the moment it wakes up.

Countless golden rays of light spread out from the palm-sized golden wings, as if the pair of golden wings were infinitely enlarged and opened.

The huge radiant wings formed by the gathering of golden rays of light spread out in the entire room, and even the huge Olihagang's enchantment that enveloped the entire room was wrapped and shrouded in its golden wings.

In the center of the outline of the Talisman of Life, the golden Eye of Horus suddenly opened its eyes at the moment when the glorious golden wings spread——

The thick, almost pure golden light beam formed from its pupils shot directly at the black-haired boy below it——

It hovers high in the sky, condescending——

The three golden artifacts below it all shrank their light and stood still, prostrating and submitting reverently to it——

The wings of light that it proudly unfolded seem to announce the majesty of the god Ra that has been passed down from ancient times to the present——

And from the moment it appeared, the black-haired boy whose expression had been downplaying before suddenly changed, and stared at it with sharp eyes without blinking.

The scorching black flames with anger burned unabashedly in the pitch-black pupils, as if they wanted to burn them to melt.

The evil god stood motionless, but pressed his lips tightly.

The icy hands that were hanging relaxedly by his side were tightly clenched, and the knuckles, which were already lacking in blood, had turned whiter in recent days.

The dazzling golden light pierced straight into his dark pupils, but he still stared at the light that could almost blind people without avoiding it.

However, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly without a trace.

However, the imprint of the Talisman of Life that had turned black on his chest was dyed back to golden traces little by little by the shining golden light.

He is still in a stalemate with it——

Perhaps impatient with such a stalemate, the light's wings suddenly fluttered.

The three golden artifacts suspended quietly in the air seemed to have heard its command in an instant and flew up quickly, clustered around it, and once again burst into light and melted into the wings.

Shooting down from the Eye of Horus, the golden light beam covering the evil god suddenly expanded in a circle in an instant.

The imprint of the Talisman of Life, which had been stagnant in black and gold for a long time on the black-haired boy's chest, suddenly burst into a radiance, completely suppressing the remaining half of the black imprint.

A golden light circled around the symbol of life.

The boy's body suddenly fell forward.

The hair that brushed the cheeks of the white complexion turned into a light golden tone as if fading in the instant it flew up.

The young man who seemed to have lost all his strength fell forward and knelt on the ground, and was about to fall forward.

The Egyptian priest with blue eyes stepped forward subconsciously, stretched out his left arm, which was still dripping with blood, and grabbed the right arm of the boy who was already kneeling on the ground.

With Seth's pull, the upper body of the younger brother who hadn't lost his strength also fell to the ground.

The blood on his hand stained the opponent's white skin red.

In the silent room, there was only the sound of slow breathing. Seth knelt on the ground and supported Wang Di's shoulders, his eyes scanned the other party with a nervous expression.

The king of Egypt knelt on the ground, grabbed Seth's arm to support him with one hand, and covered his face with the other.

The hair that had turned back to light blonde passed over his fingertips, and he seemed to be still in a trance after suddenly waking up.

After a while, Brother Wang, who was covering his face, let go of his hand and slowly raised his head.

His gaze met the great priest looking down at him.

On the boy's slightly childish face at this moment, there was still a hint of confusion, and there was a pair of pupils that were as clear as water in violet hues.

"... Seth?"

The great priest with green pupils opened his mouth, and a mixture of hostility, resentment, anger, entangled and degenerated emotions rushed straight to his chest and blocked his throat.

The countless reprimands stuck in his throat, he couldn't spit it out for a long time, he couldn't get up and down, he tossed and bumped his chest painfully.

Seth half-kneeled on the ground, parted his lips, and trembled slightly, but couldn't make a sound.

He clasped the hand on the opponent's shoulder little by little, and pursed his lips tightly, as if he wanted to rely on this to forcefully suppress the moisture in his eyes and make his eyes sharp and harsh again.

After a long silence, the expressionless young priest opened his mouth again...

This time, he finally managed to rely on the precipitation of time to sound as indifferent and stable as before... But after all, he still couldn't hide the last trill of his tone and spit out from his mouth.

He said, "It's time to go back, Brother Wang."