"Mr. Zanircha, can I ask you for something!"

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

"Huh? Yes! You're the kid I accidentally slapped off! ”

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

However, at the moment, the situation was critical, and he didn't do much twisting, and immediately came to Xia Chen's side with a flicker and asked him what he thought.

Obviously, to be able to suddenly ask for help in such a situation, this kid must have discovered some way to break the current situation, and he was also curious about what else this kid could do in the face of such a powerful Chernaberg.

"Mr. Zanircha, I would like to ask you to take me to a place where I can find a man who, in my divination, I am afraid, is the only one who can turn the tide!"

Xia Chen hurriedly replied.

"Turn the tide of the battle?!"

Hearing this, not only Zanircha, but even Yan Yunxin, Luo Daoyan and others on the side were surprised, they didn't expect that this kid could still have a way!

"Okay, where are you going!"

Without any hesitation, in this situation, the dead horse can only be used as a live horse doctor.

Although Zanircha himself didn't care who won or lost, he could see that the kid had a good relationship with his new apprentice, and if Chernaberg really won, it was still a matter of two things to say whether they would be able to leave this world.

"East, I'll show the way!"

Seeing that Zaniercha agreed, Xia Chen immediately pointed in a direction, and a spatial magic circle immediately appeared in front of him.

"Okay, let's go!"

Without any grinding, Zanircha directly grabbed Xia Chen, and with a dodge, he disappeared into the space circle.

Immediately after, Xia Chen pointed the way, and Zanircha followed the direction of his finger and kept teleporting, and after a while, the two came to a remote village.

The village was rather dilapidated, it seemed to have long since been deserted, there was not a single figure to be seen everywhere, and the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds.

"Are you sure it's here? It doesn't look like a human being. ”

After observing for a moment, Zanircha said with a look of suspicion.

"This is it!"

Xia Chen nodded affirmatively, the yellow qi in his pupils surged, this is the gathering place of all vitality, there is no mistake.

Immediately after, he began to scan around, looking for the place where the vitality was most intense, and soon locked on to a grass hut not far away, so he stretched out his finger:

"That's it!"

Soon, the two came to the grass hut, and Xia Chen raised his hand and knocked on the door......

Knock Knock Knock ......

Squeak –

But I didn't want the door to open directly.

The two glanced at each other, did not hesitate, and walked directly into the house.

And then, they saw the old figure on the bed, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was dying.

"It's ......"

"What a familiar feeling!"

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

But he could feel it......

"There is a clear aura of light on his body, which is incomparably pure, and it is ...... Belloberg that guy is the same! ”

Beloberg, the white god, the god of light and the sun, the only enemy of the "black god" Chernaberg.

And looking at the old figure on the bed, coupled with the confirmation in Zanircha's words, Xia Chen smiled slightly, he knew......

That's the only way to live.

The person in front of him should be the missing Beloberg, but now he should have been named "Hulse".

In Slavic mythology, "Huls" is the sun god of winter, representing the weak and old sun, who was defeated by the "black god" and died, but will also become the only hope, buried in the winter.

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

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

"If you look at the time, it should be winter now."

Zanircha responded.

"Winter...... Sure enough, only then will Beloberg become Hulse. ”

Xia Chen nodded, and then asked again.

"What about today...... Is it the winter solstice? ”

"Hmmm......"

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

After a little calculation, Zanicha nodded in response.

"That's it! Sure enough, everything was arranged! ”

Xia Chen's face showed joy.

Then he came to the old man's bedside, leaned down and whispered:

"Hello, old sir, now the whole world is being hurt by Chernaberg, you are the only hope, we need you!"

"Hmm!"

As Xia Chen expected, when he heard the name "Chernaberg", the old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes bloomed with dazzling light.

It was pure light, free of any impurities, and a flame that burned like a setting sun rose from under his eyes.

"Okay, take me!"

……

……

At the same time, within the royal city.

Chernaberg, who was sitting on the throne, looked at Arilo and the others who were struggling needlessly below, and his eyes were blank.

His eyes were full of sadness, sadness at the ignorance of these people, who thought they could stop what was destined to happen, but did not know that they could not change anything.

"Foolish man, if the world is doomed to destruction, why not let it be destroyed completely?"

He muttered to himself.

He is synonymous with darkness, the end of everything, and he believes that when the world is completely over, 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 there, and there is no one in this world who can stop him.

"Beloberg, I really want you to see the beautiful end day......"

He spoke softly, as if to himself and to someone.

But it doesn't matter, everything is a foregone conclusion, no one can change it, and no one can prevent it from happening.

However......

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

His eyes froze.

Immediately after that, he found that a spatial magic circle suddenly appeared not far in front of him, and three figures appeared and came to him.

"Zanircha, outsiders, and ......"

"Huh?"

When he saw the third figure and felt the light and heat emanating from its body, he couldn't help but be shocked, and then he was stunned.

"Beloberg?"

He looked at it closely, and then shook his head, although this guy's aura was the same as that of Beloberg, but it was all decadent and much weaker.

"Who are you?"

He asked calmly, and as soon as he raised his hand, the endless darkness swept towards Xia Chen and Zanircha.

Wow!

In the next instant, the space magic circle reappeared, directly enveloping Xia Chen and Zanircha, bringing the two back to the camp outside the royal city.

And at the behest of Xia Chen, Zanircha deliberately left the old man, leaving him alone to face Chernaberg, looking thin and helpless.

One blow failed, and Chernaberg no longer pursued, in his opinion, these two people could be killed at any time, and there was no need to care at all.

And what he cared about most at this time was the old man in front of him, and the familiar aura emanating from his body made him feel disgusted, and bursts of murderous aura also poured out.

"My name ......"

"Huls!"

Wow –

The old man answered his question and opened his eyes as a dazzling light burst out of his eyes, dispelling the darkness around him into the distance.

Meanwhile......

Rumble!!!

Orange-red sunset-like flames rose from his body, enveloping him like a giant ball of fire.

In an instant, the scorching heat melted the floor beneath his feet, and Hulse slowly raised his feet and walked towards Chernaberg with unparalleled strength.

With each step he took, the light in his eyes became more dazzling, and the flames on his body became hotter, as if he was gathering strength to deliver a fatal blow to Chernaberg.

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

However, looking at Huls, who was walking step by step, Chernaberg's expression returned to calm, and he was still unwavering.

That's right, the guy in front of him looks really powerful, even to the level of Perren and Veres, but this kind of power is still not enough in front of him, and it is impossible to have the slightest chance of winning.

So......

Next Second......

Chernaberg opened the palm of his right hand, and the endless darkness condensed in his hand, turning into a pitch-black sword, sharp and full of dead silence.

Followed by......

Swish!!!

The sword slashed diagonally, cutting the light that bloomed in Hulse's eyes in half, and at the same time completely extinguishing the flames around him.

Subsequently......

Poof!

The sharp sword stabbed into Hulse's chest, the tip of the sword stabbing out from its back, mercilessly and decisively, without the slightest blockage.

This sword alone is enough to show that the gap between the two is very different, and all of Hulse's performance is like a dream bubble, which seems ridiculous.

"This!"

Seeing this scene, Zanircha outside the royal city was dumbfounded, he thought that this would be a surprise soldier, enough to compete with Chernaberg, but he didn't expect it......

Killed in the blink of an eye?

The same thoughts permeated all over Arillo's camp, extinguishing their hopes once again, and their hearts fell to a low point.

Finished......

It's all over!

"Mr. Zanircha, don't worry, the show is only beginning now."

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

At this moment, in his eyes, all the dead qi was dissipating in an instant, and endless vitality poured out, inexorably filling every corner.

And the source of this vitality is the figure pierced by the long sword in front of the throne, which is the necessary process before hope blooms, and it is also the only way to survive.

Slavic Mythology Cloud:

Huls.

The sun god of winter.

Representing the old and weak sun, it is the embodiment of Beloberg.

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

On the day of the winter solstice, he will metamorphose, resurrect, and become a new god......

It's called ......

"Kreda (Christmas)"!

……

……

Hmmm-

In the next second, the unsuspecting Chernaberg twitched his long sword, with a smile in his eyes, tasting the joy of victory.

The world will eventually perish, the light will eventually cease to exist, and Beloberg will eventually fail, and the same is true of this Herls!

Snort –

Large expanses of blood were brought out as the sword was drawn, mixed with shattered internal organs, staining the ground red.

Poof!

Huls, who had lost his life, knelt down, his already old body was even older, he was defeated, and he would soon die.

However......

At this time......

"Heh......"

The corners of Hulse's mouth were raised, and a smile appeared on his face, a smile from the heart.

He had fulfilled his destiny and everything was back on track, and he was grateful to Zanircha and the outsider for bringing him over so that he could do what he had to do.

"Huh?"

Chernaberg frowned at the warm, sunny-like smile on Huls's face, a smile that was familiar to him.

Yes......

It's that guy from Beloberg......

That guy always had that smile on his face.

His eyes narrowed......

This smile is so annoying to him!

"What are you laughing at?"

He didn't understand that this person was about to die, but he could show such a smile.

This is not normal.

At the same time, his heart was suddenly vigilant, and there was an ominous feeling spreading in his heart, which was very bad.

"Thank you, Chernaberg, my brother ......"

And the next moment, Hulse spoke tremblingly, expressing his gratitude to him, and at the same time truly identifying himself.

Brothers......

Only Beloberg and Chernaberg can call each other "brothers".

And at this moment, Chernaberg finally recognized him, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and muttered:

"Beloberg? How did you...... What has become like this? ”

"The light is always gone, isn't it? Especially at the end of the world......"

Beloberg replied with a smile.

"And the death of the light means my death."

"However, the light never really disappears, especially when the darkness is at its thickest, it may not bloom on the bright side, but it will definitely be hidden in everyone's heart, even if there is only a faint flame."

"Chernaberg, my brother, you won, you beat me, but you only beat me......"

"The past me will die at this moment, but the seed in people's hearts can give me a new life, I will be resurrected in a new face, and from that moment on I will no longer be light, but ......"

"Hope!"

Poof!

When the words fell, Beloberg's body also fell, all life completely dissipated, and he became a corpse, completely dead.

But in the next second, countless seed-like points of light flew from all directions, merging into his corpse, and the hideous wounds on his body healed quickly, the blood reversed, and he ...... again

I opened my eyes.

"I ...... for Hope"

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

Wow –

He bloomed with an endless, unrivalled ray of hope......

In the name of "Christmas......

Will all the darkness ......

Dispel it completely!

(End of chapter)