Global Cards: I Create Mythical Paradise

Chapter 208 The transformation of light, Christmas!

Chapter 208 The transformation of light, Christmas!

"Mr. Zhanilza, can I ask you a favor?"

After thinking about everything, Xia Chen immediately waved to Zanircha who was not far away, and now only this guy can turn the situation around.

"Huh? Ah! You're the kid I accidentally shot away!"

Hearing his shout, Zhanilza turned his head, and immediately recognized his appearance, and suddenly became embarrassed.

However, the situation was critical at the moment, so he didn't hesitate much. He immediately came to Xia Chen in a blink of an eye and asked him what he thought.

Obviously, being able to suddenly ask for help in this situation must be that this kid has discovered some way to break the current situation. He is also curious about what this kid can do in the face of such a powerful Chernaborg.

"Mr. Zhanilza, I would like to ask you to take me to a place to find a person. According to my divination, I am afraid that only he can turn the situation around!"

Xia Chen replied quickly.

"Turn the tide of the battle?!"

Hearing this, not only Zhanilcha, but also Yan Yunxin, Luo Daoyan and others on the side were surprised. They didn't expect that this kid could still do something!

"Okay, tell me where you want to go!"

There is no hesitation. In this situation, we can only treat the dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Although Zhanilcha himself didn't care who won and who lost, he could see that this kid had a good relationship with his new apprentice, and if Chernabog really won, would they be able to leave this world or not? Say it.

"East, I'll show you the way!"

Seeing Zhanilcha's promise, Xia Chen immediately pointed in a direction, and a space array appeared in front of him.

"Okay, let's go!"

Without any hesitation, Zhanilcha grabbed Xia Chen and disappeared into the space magic circle with a flash.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Chen pointed the way all the way, and Zanircha followed the direction of his finger and teleported non-stop. After a while, the two came to a remote village.

This village is quite dilapidated and seems to have been abandoned for a long time. There is not a single person anywhere and the surroundings are overgrown with weeds.

"Are you sure this is here? It doesn't look like there's anyone here."

After observing for a moment, Zhanilza said with suspicion.

"It's here!"

Xia Chen nodded affirmatively, with a dark and yellow energy surging in his pupils. This is where all the vitality gathers, there is no mistaking it.

Immediately afterwards, he began to scan around, looking for the place with the strongest vitality. He quickly locked on a thatched cottage not far away, and pointed:
"That's it!"

Soon, the two of them arrived in front of the thatched house. Xia Chen raised his hand and knocked on the door...

knock knock knock...

squeak-

But unexpectedly, the door opened directly.

The two looked at each other and walked into the house without hesitation.

And then, they saw the old figure on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and he seemed to be dying.

"This is……"

"It feels so familiar!"

Looking at the old figure on the bed, Zanircha frowned. He could clearly feel the familiar aura on the other person, but he couldn't match this old face with any old person.

But he can feel...

"He has an obvious aura of light on his body, which is extremely pure, just like...that guy from Belloberg!"

Beloberg, the White God, the God of Light and Sun, the only old enemy of the "Black God" Chernaborg.

Looking at the old figure on the bed, and the confirmation in Zhanilza's words, Xia Chen smiled slightly, he knew...

This is the only hope.

The person in front of him should be the missing Beloberg, but he should have changed his name to "Hels" now.

In Slavic mythology, "Hels" is the sun god of winter, representing the weak and old sun. He was defeated by the "Black God" and died, but he will also become the only hope and be buried in winter.

"By the way, Mr. Zanircza, I still don't know what season it is now."

Due to the collapse of civilization marks, the world in the secret realm has lost its original order, the four seasons have been chaotic, and it is no longer possible to judge the time based on weather, temperature, etc.

"If you look at it from a time perspective, it should be winter now."

Zaniercha responded.

"Winter...sure enough, only in this way will Beloberg turn into Hells."

Xia Chen nodded and then asked again.

"Then today... is the winter solstice?"

"Um……"

"Judging from the date, today is indeed the day of the winter solstice."

After a little calculation, Zhanilcha nodded in response.

"That's it! Sure enough, everything is arranged!"

Xia Chen's face showed joy.

Then, he came to the old man's bedside, leaned down and whispered:
"Hello, old gentleman, now the whole world is being hurt by Chernabog. You are the only hope. We need you!"

"Well!"

Just as Xia Chen expected, when he heard the name "Chernabog", the old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, with dazzling light blooming in his eyes.

It was pure light without any impurities, and at the same time, there was a flame burning like the setting sun, rising from the bottom of his eyes.

"Okay, take me there!"

……

……

At the same time, within the royal city.

Chernabog, who was sitting on the throne, looked at Yarilo and the others who were struggling pointlessly below, his eyes unwavering.

His eyes were full of sadness, sad for the ignorance of these people. They thought they could prevent everything that was destined to happen, but they didn't know that they couldn't change anything.

"Foolish people, since the world is destined to be destroyed, why not let it be destroyed more completely?"

He muttered to himself.

He is synonymous with darkness and the end of everything. He believes that when the world ends completely, he can also usher in a new life.

He knew it was selfish, but so what, he was selfish.

Besides, that guy Beloberg is no longer here, and no one in this world can stop him anymore.

"Belloberg, I really want you to see that beautiful end day..."

He spoke softly, as if he was speaking to himself, but also as if he was speaking to someone.

But this is not important anymore, everything is a foregone conclusion, no one can change it, and no one can prevent the destruction from happening.

however……

Just when he stood up, ready to stop this farce and give death to the rebels below, suddenly...

His eyes froze suddenly.

Then he discovered that a space array suddenly appeared not far ahead, and three figures appeared and came to him.

"Zanircha, outsiders, and..."

"Ok?"

When he saw the third figure and felt the light and heat emanating from its body, he couldn't help but trembled all over, and then froze.

"Belloberg?"

He took a closer look, then shook his head. Although the aura on this guy was the same as that of Beloberg, he was completely decadent and much weaker.

"who are you?"

He asked calmly, and at the same time, when he raised his hand, endless darkness swept towards Xia Chen and Zhanilcha.

Whoa!
The next moment, the space magic circle appeared again, directly covering Xia Chen and Zhanilza, and brought the two back to the camp outside the royal city.

Under Xia Chen's instruction, Zhanilcha deliberately left the old man behind, leaving him to face Chernabog alone, looking weak and helpless.

After a single blow failed, Chernabog stopped pursuing. In his opinion, these two people could be killed at any time and there was no need to care.What he cared about most at this time was the old man in front of him. The familiar aura exuding from his body made him feel disgusted, and bursts of murderous aura also surged out.

"My name..."

"Hells!"

wow——

The old man answered his question and opened his eyes at the same time. The dazzling light suddenly rushed out of his eyes, dispelling the surrounding darkness into the distance.

at the same time……

boom! ! !
Orange-red flames like the sunset rose from his body and enveloped him like a huge fireball.

In an instant, the scorching heat melted the floor under his feet. Hells slowly raised his feet and walked towards Chernabog with unparalleled momentum.

With every step he took, the light in his eyes became more dazzling, and the flames on his body became hotter. He seemed to be accumulating strength to deliver a fatal blow to Chernaborg.

"Sure enough, I still hate this power, whether you are Belloberg or not, you must be the first to die..."

However, looking at Hells walking towards him step by step, Chernaborg's expression returned to calmness and remained calm.

Yes, the guy in front of him looks indeed powerful, even to the level of Perun and Veles, but such power is still not enough in front of him, and there is no chance of winning.

So...

next second...

Chernabog opened the palm of his right hand, and the endless darkness condensed in his hand, turning into a long black sword, sharp and filled with deathly silence.

Immediately after...

Swish! ! !
The long sword slashed diagonally, directly cutting the light blooming in Hells's eyes in half, and at the same time completely extinguishing the flames around him.

Then...

puff!

The sharp long sword stabbed into Hells's chest, and the sword tip thrust out from his back, ruthlessly and decisively, without any obstruction.

This sword alone is enough to show that the gap between the two is huge. Everything that Hells did was like a dream and seemed extremely ridiculous.

"This!"

Seeing this scene, Zanier Zai's eyes widened outside the royal city. He thought this would be a surprise soldier, enough to compete with Chernabog, but he didn't expect...

Killed in the blink of an eye?

The same thoughts permeated the Yaliluo camp, causing their originally raised hopes to extinguish again, and their hearts to fall completely to the bottom.

it's over...

It's all over!

"Mr. Zhanilza, don't worry, the fun begins now."

However, the next second, Xia Chen smiled slightly, because this scene was what he really wanted.

At this moment, in his eyes, all the death energy dissipated in an instant, and endless vitality surged out, filling every corner unstoppably.

The source of this vitality is the figure pierced by the sword in front of the throne. This is the necessary process before hope can bloom, and it is also the only way to survive.

Slavic Mythology Cloud:

Hulls.

Winter sun god.

Representing the old and frail Sun, he is the incarnation of Beloberg.

He was defeated by the "Black God" and died, but he was reborn.

He will transform, resurrect, and become a brand new god on the day of the "Winter Solstice"...

It's called...

"Creda (Christmas)"!
……

……

Swah——

The next second, the unsuspecting Chernabog twitched his sword, smiling in his eyes, savoring the joy of victory.

The world will eventually perish, light will eventually cease to exist, Beloberg will eventually fail, and the same goes for this Hells!
laugh--

A large amount of blood was brought out as the sword was drawn out, mixed with the broken internal organs, dyeing the ground red.

Pfft!
Hells, who had lost his life, knelt down. His already old body became even older. He was defeated and he would die soon.

however……

At this moment……

"Ah……"

However, the corners of Hells' mouth were raised, and a smile appeared on his face, a smile from the heart.

He fulfilled his destiny and everything was back on track. He was very grateful to Zhanilcha and the outsider for bringing him here so that he could do what he should do.

"Ok?"

Looking at the warm and sunny smile on Hells' face, Chernenberg frowned. This smile seemed familiar to him.

what……

It's that guy Beloberg...

That guy always had this smile on his face.

His eyes narrowed...

This smile disgusted him so much!
"what are you laughing at?"

He didn't understand that this man could smile like this even though he was about to die.

This is not normal.

At the same time, he suddenly became alert, and an ominous feeling spread in his heart. This feeling was very bad.

"Thank you, Chernabog, my brother..."

The next moment, Hells spoke tremblingly, expressed his gratitude to him, and at the same time truly showed his identity.

brother……

Only Beloberg can call each other "brother" with Chernaborg.

At this moment, Chernabog finally recognized him, his eyes widened and he murmured:
"Belloberg? How did you...become like this?"

"Light will always disappear, won't it? Especially when the world ends..."

Beloberg replied with a smile.

"And the death of the light also means the death of me."

"However, light will never really disappear, especially in this darkest time. It may not bloom on the bright side, but it will definitely be hidden in everyone's heart, even if there is only a weak flame."

"Chernabog, my brother, you won, you defeated me, but you only defeated me..."

"The me in the past will die at this moment, but the seeds in people's hearts can bring me back to life. I will be resurrected with a new look. From that moment on, I will no longer be the light, but..."

"hope!"

Pfft!
As soon as the words fell, Belloberg's body also fell down. All the vitality completely disappeared. He turned into a corpse and died completely.

But the next second, countless seed-like light spots flew from all directions and merged into his body. The hideous wounds on his body healed quickly and the blood turned upside down. He...

Eyes opened.

"I hope..."

"The long night is over, and the dawn will finally break!"

wow——

He bloomed with endless and unparalleled light of hope...

In the name of "Christmas"...

put all the darkness...

Disperse it completely!
(End of this chapter)

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