Chapter 26: Quick Guide to Viking Son of Fortune (VII)
"You ants! How dare you destroy my hard work!"
Carl's voice was hoarse and sharp, filled with deep hatred.
He swung his staff violently, and a powerful dark force surged out of his body, transforming into countless black lightning bolts, attacking Feng Ziang and Zeus.
"Brother, be careful!"
Zeus pulled Feng Zion behind him and swung the battle axe in his hand into an impenetrable barrier, blocking the black lightning one by one.
"Brother, go deal with those minions, I'll take care of the old guys!"
Zeus roared and rushed towards Karl's attack like an angry lion.
Feng Ziang knew that he could not help Zeus in any way and would become a burden to him instead.
He took a deep breath, drew the dagger from his waist, turned around and rushed towards the minions who were besieging him.
The battle between Zeus and Kale was earth-shaking. Every time the battle axe and the staff collided, a deafening sound erupted and sparks flew, as if to tear the whole world apart.
Although Carl was seriously injured, he is an evil magician who has practiced for many years and his strength should not be underestimated.
He continuously released various vicious magics, including fireballs, ice cones, poisonous mist, etc., attacking Zeus from all directions.
Although Zeus was brave and good at fighting, he gradually felt a little tired facing Karl's endless magical attacks.
"I am the man who will rule over the gods. I will not lose."
He was wounded in many places and his clothes were stained with blood, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to retreat even a single step.
"Zeus, give up! You can't beat me!" Carl laughed wildly, his eyes filled with the joy of victory.
"Really?"
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out.
Carl's laughter stopped abruptly. He turned his head sharply and saw Feng Ziang standing not far away. There was a dazzling light emanating from his body, as if he was a god descending from heaven.
"You...what did you do?"
Carl asked in horror. He felt a powerful force awakening in Feng Ziang's body. It was a power he had never seen before, full of sacred and inviolable aura.
Feng Ziang did not answer. He slowly raised his hand and pointed at Carl.
"No! This is impossible!"
Carl tried to dodge in fear, but it was too late.
A dazzling beam of light shot out from Feng Ziang's hand and instantly hit Carl.
Carl let out a miserable scream, and his body quickly melted in the light, finally turning into a pile of ashes that drifted away with the wind.
The light faded, and Feng Ziang fell powerlessly to the ground. She felt as if her body had been hollowed out, and she couldn't even move a finger.
"younger brother"
Zeus threw away the battle axe in his hand, flew to Feng Ziang, and hugged him tightly in his arms, his eyes full of worry and fear. How could it be that his brother seemed to have another person in his soul?
"I...I'm fine..."
Feng Ziang said weakly. He tried hard to raise his hand, but found that he had no strength at all.
At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in their ears: "Young people, you have done a good job..."
Zeus looked up suddenly and saw an old man in a gray robe appear in front of them at some point, with wisdom shining in his eyes.
The old man smiled and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is..."
He paused, his eyes falling on Feng Ziang's pale face, "He doesn't have much time left..."
Zeus' heart sank suddenly, and he asked anxiously: "What do you mean? What happened to my brother?"
The old man did not answer. He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Feng Ziang's forehead.
"His soul came from another world. He forcibly used power beyond his own limits, causing irreversible damage to her soul..."
The old man said slowly, "There is only one way to save him..."
Zeus' heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and his breathing became rapid.
He looked down at Feng Ziang, whose face was pale in his arms. His lips were bloodless, and his once lively eyes were now tightly closed, as if he had fallen into an endless sleep.
The old man's words were like sharp icicles, piercing every nerve of Zeus.
He had never realized so clearly that Feng Ziang came from a completely different world and he knew nothing about it.
He always thought that as long as they were together, they could overcome all difficulties, but he ignored the cruelty of fate itself.
"Please, tell me, is there any way to save him?"
Zeus' voice was hoarse and trembling, and he held the old man's sleeve tightly, as if grasping the last straw.
The old man's deep gaze fell on Zeus' face. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "If you want to save him, you need to find the flower of the underworld, but you are not a god yet, and you cannot mobilize Hades. Only it has the power to heal all pains."
Pluto
Zeus murmured to himself. The name sounded familiar yet strange. He seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember any specific details.
"Where?"
Zeus asked eagerly, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
The old man shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "I don't know. The underworld only exists in ancient legends. No one knows whether it really exists or where it is."
Zeus' heart sank to the bottom again, and the flame of hope seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water.
Could it be that he could only watch Feng Ziang fall into deep sleep and never wake up?
As if he had seen through Zeus' despair, the old man spoke again, his tone more resolute: "But you have to remember that the reason why legends are legends is because they once really existed. As long as you don't give up, there will always be hope of finding it."
The old man's figure gradually became blurred and finally disappeared into the air, leaving only a faint golden light, as if he had never appeared.
Zeus hugged Feng Ziang tightly, stood up, and looked into the distance with a firm gaze.
He knew that he had to cheer up. For Feng Ziang and their common future, he had to find the flower of the underworld. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would never give up.
He took heavy steps towards the Viking village, which was where their journey began and would also be the starting point for him to continue searching for hope.
The biting cold wind blew on his face, as if cheering him on.
In the distance, the outline of the Viking village gradually becomes clear, and smoke rises up, bringing the warmth of home.
However, Zeus' heart was filled with heaviness and uneasiness. He didn't know what was waiting for them...
The cold winter wind roared through the valley, blowing snowflakes onto Zeus's resolute face.
He held the unconscious Feng Ziang in his arms and walked slowly on the snow towards the Viking village.
Every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, but the pain was not even one-tenth of the worry in my heart.
When they returned to the village, they were greeted by the villagers' surprised and delighted looks.
During this time, everyone thought they had been buried in the snow.
However, when he saw Feng Ziang lying lifeless in Zeus' arms, his joy was instantly replaced by worry.
"What happened to Feng Ziang?"
"Why hasn't he woken up yet?"
"Zeus, you care about him so much, you don't like him, do you?"
The villagers asked questions one after another, their worries evident in their words.
Zeus suppressed his grief and briefly told everyone about the avalanche and his experience in finding the fountain of life.
Knowing that Feng Ziang became like this in order to save themselves, the villagers looked at Zeus with more admiration and sympathy.
"Old pharmacist, please, save my brother!"
Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, Zeus found a respected old man in the village.
The old pharmacist carefully examined Feng Ziang's condition, his brows furrowed.
"He was greatly frightened and chilled. The flowers of the underworld were indeed her only hope. But..."
He paused, as if considering something, "I may have another way, but..."
"What method is it? Tell me quickly!" Zeus asked anxiously.
"In the far north, there is a mountain range covered with snow all year round. There grows a rare herb called 'Edelweiss', which is said to have the power to bring the dead back to life."
The old pharmacist said slowly, "But, that mountain range is extremely dangerous and is often covered by blizzards. Few people can come back alive..."
"I'll go, I'm willing, as long as I can save my brother"
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