Opening, a Star Cup

Malik's voice just annoyed the man even more!He began to impose various cruel punishments on Lishid.

"Wow! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" Lishid's screams sounded.

Malik was so frightened by the scene before him that he clasped his head with his hands.

Facing the scenes of his fearful and cruel father, who was constantly tyrannizing his most admired and beloved elder brother, he soaked his fingers into his scalp, his pupils bulged out in horror and pain, and shook violently.

"Stop it! Stop it! Ahhh!" Malick yelled, dripping with sweat.

My beloved elder brother cried out in pain as he was being cruelly punished right in front of his eyes.

But he could only squat powerlessly in the corner, afraid to move forward, gasping for breath!He wanted to stand up and intercede for Lixid, and stand in front of his father, but he didn't dare.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

All the snot and tears splashed out of Malik's facial features, and he covered his ears again, when his brother's miserable howl came.

suddenly

His whole brain fell silent.

Looking at Lishid who was on the verge of death, the man was still not ready to give up, he wanted to establish his prestige.

Except for his permission, no one can violate the rules of family inheritance from generation to generation.

Just when the man swung his butcher knife again to punish Lishid.

Puff!The sound of a sharp object piercing through something seemed to come from the air.The whole air was instantly quiet.

The man's movements also stopped suddenly.

Trembling, he lowered his head and saw a familiar sharp golden head.

"Thousands of years... Tin rod..." Thinking of something, the man opened his eyes in disbelief.

Only then did he realize that the millennium artifact that he had put aside had disappeared at some point.

But at this time, the sneering young man who was holding the tin staff and piercing his chest with the sharp tailbone was not anyone.

Turning his head with difficulty, the man saw a guy with shining golden eyes and an evil smile on his head. It was his son Malik.

"……you you!"

"Go to hell! Don't die!" Seeing the man turn his head, Malik's smile instantly twisted and became even more rampant.

At this time, with his strange expression, the man couldn't even recognize his son.

Pull out the millennium tin staff.Peng!Kicking away the man's body, An Malik laughed loudly.

"Hahahahahahaha!! I'm finally out!!"

Chapter 8 The Will of the King?It's all the 'Pharaoh's' fault!

埃及

500 kilometers away from Cairo, facing the Nile River, there is a canyon.

There are ancient royal tombs, the city of the dead with a few ruins left.

The vast yellow-brown desert seems to reflect the scenery in people's hearts.

This land has the concept of life and death where souls reincarnate and get immortality.It is always attracting the arrival of humans looking for the home of the dead!

In the middle of the night, the guards guarding the royal tomb fell silently, and soon only the "tomb guards" who protected the stone slabs remained.

At this time, they still don't know what commotion happened outside.

"Lord Isis, the patriarch asked you to go back, saying that there is a special order to be issued to you alone." A member of the 'Tomb Guard Clan' came in from the outside and reported to Isis.

"A special order? Okay, I understand." Seeing the familiar face in front of him, Isis didn't doubt it, but explained it to others with some doubts, and then left the stone slab alone.

The girl guessed in her heart what her father meant for her—it was about the important political establishment of diplomatic relations with Egypt, where did she need to come forward?

If it wasn't a big deal, her father who had just ordered her to guard the slate strictly would not have let her leave here.

She is one of the few human beings with special talents who can be recognized by the 'Millennium Artifact'.

The girl who holds the 'Millennium Jewelry' has the ability to see a certain future.

This power will allow her to better guard the slate—and that's why she was entrusted with the task of guarding here.

of course……

This power has actually been weakened to a pitiful level in this current world where all kinds of "gods and demons" are mixed.

Even if it is a memory slate complete with seven artifacts, its power cannot exceed the boundaries of this world.

Some powerful Gods of Disobedience are not even inferior to these artifacts in terms of strength and ability.

Soon after Isis left, the surroundings fell into silence again.

No one noticed that the behavior of the 'tomb guards' who came suddenly and left with Isis was a little out of sync.

In this silent atmosphere, others continued to faithfully perform their duties of guarding.

A burst of calm and powerful footsteps approached from afar.

It was a figure of a young man who was wrapped in a gray robe and wrapped himself tightly.