12dz Chapter 437 Snow God
Chapter 437 Snow God
Guangyinghan's hands drew a line in front of him, and the light of the crystal ball changed, vaguely outlining some twisted, painfully struggling figures.
"Skin torn, bones deformed, reason devoured by bestiality... once familiar faces transformed into hideous orcs amidst wailing cries!
Our ancestors fought with all their might, using all sorts of secret techniques, formations, and magical elixirs... all standing in the way of that strange catastrophe, but they were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, unable to withstand a single blow."
Guangyinghan's tone was filled with a sense of powerlessness. "Countless prosperous city-states have turned into purgatory, and the flame of civilization is crumbling in the tide of bestiality... Our ancestors are in despair."
The light and shadow suddenly pointed to the ground below, and the light of the crystal ball condensed into a scene of majestic and continuous snow-capped mountains.
“Just as despair loomed, some survivors discovered this forgotten, extremely cold land—the Holy Mountain Range.
They were surprised to find that the terrifying force of catastrophe seemed to be blocked outside this frozen world by some invisible barrier!
Those who set foot on the snowy mountains did not become orcs!"
A trace of relief flashed in Guangyinghan's eyes, "Our ancestors seemed to have grasped the last straw. They fled here desperately, struggling to survive in this icy and snowy land.
They believed that this highest snow-capped mountain, the Holy Mountain, was the refuge given to them by God and the final pure land.
So they took root here, multiplied, and established a new home.”
Guangyinghan's voice paused, and the light of the crystal ball returned to calm.
He looked at Hu Qing and Gu Yang, with a complicated expression on his young face:
"This is the origin of the Snow Tribe, and why we regard the Holy Mountain as the source of life and faith."
Han's story echoed in the empty Hall of Remnant Souls, carrying with it the dust of history and heavy sighs.
He paused for a moment, his illusory face still showing the pain of that distant suffering.
"Our ancestors survived for decades under the protection of the holy mountain, enduring hardships but tenaciously."
Han's voice was low and distant, "The tribe thrived in the ice and snow, and gradually grew in size.
However, fear was like an invisible shackle, and no one dared to step out of the area covered by the holy mountain.
Outside is a horrific beastly catastrophe, and although inside is bitterly cold, at least people can maintain their sanity and form.
Over time, many people have gradually become content with the status quo, feeling that being able to continue their bloodline in this pure land is a great blessing."
Hu Qing and Gu Yang exchanged a glance. This description completely matched what they had seen on the stone temple murals before.
Those figures who struggled to build nests in the wind and snow and looked up at the holy mountain.
"However, the good times did not last long."
Guangyinghan's tone suddenly became solemn, "An unprecedented great change has befallen the Holy Mountain.
The terrifying hurricane, accompanied by the most violent blizzard ever seen, swept across the entire mountain range!
The already scarce mosses and lichens were completely buried, and there was no trace of the cold-resistant ice beasts... The food supply was cut off."
The light of the crystal ball fluctuated slightly, reflecting countless blurry figures struggling in the blizzard and eventually freezing in the ice cave, and an atmosphere of despair filled the air.
"Hunger and cold were like the cruelest executioners, and tribesmen fell in droves...
Some people were forced into a desperate situation and desperately rushed out of the Holy Mountain, trying to find a glimmer of hope for survival.
Han's voice trembled slightly, "But what awaits them is a fate more terrible than death—
The power of the catastrophe instantly eroded them! Their skin tore, their bones twisted, their minds devoured by their bestiality... They became true orcs who knew only to kill!
Amidst the wails of his people, he rushed into the snowstorm, never to be heard from again... His race was on the brink of extinction."
The hall was dead silent, with only Guangyinghan's heavy words echoing.
Gu Yang clenched his fists, and Hu Qing's eyes became more serious.
"At the last moment when the entire tribe was about to perish in despair..."
Guangyinghan's voice suddenly rose, with an excitement that was almost pious, "He... has arrived!"
The light of the crystal ball suddenly became holy and soft, condensing into a hazy, huge light and shadow outline that exuded endless majesty and kindness - that was the Snow God.
“He is merciful and cannot bear to see His people destroyed.
He bestowed upon the Holy Mountain a vast divine power, and cast a more powerful protective barrier at the core of the Holy Mountain, dispelling the violent snowstorm.
He stabilized the mountain range on the verge of collapse and even gave birth to strange mosses and ice crystal fruits that could grow in the severe cold... He protected the last spark of the Snow Clan!"
Guangyinghan's illusory body leaned forward slightly, as if paying tribute to the great existence.
“In exchange, our ancestors must believe in Him devoutly and become His most loyal people.
For the Snow Clan at that time, survival was already a great blessing from God, but faith?
There is no need to choose at all!
Our ancestors swore a blood oath without hesitation, dedicating themselves to serving the Snow God for generations and never betraying him!
Gu Yang couldn't help but interrupt when he heard this: "The Snow God is so powerful, what about the Ice Emperor? Where did she come from?"
The excitement on Guangyinghan's face quickly faded, replaced by a deep sadness and anger.
He signaled Gu Yang to calm down and continued to speak. His speech speed became noticeably faster and the light and shadow became flickering. It was obvious that his energy was about to run out.
“Under the protection of the Snow God, the Snow Clan recuperated and grew stronger again.
Until... one day, the Snow God announced that he needed a long period of seclusion to recover his lost divine power and seek a breakthrough.
He summoned the patriarch of the time—who knew how many generations had passed—
Solemnly entrust: Be sure to protect the Holy Mountain and the people until He comes out of seclusion."
"The Snow Clan obeys the divine oracle with all their heart and dares not slack off in the slightest. However..."
Guangyinghan's voice suddenly became icy cold, "No one would have thought that what we waited for was not God's grace, but... the death of God!"
The light of the crystal ball suddenly fluctuated violently, and was instantly dyed with a strange blood-red color!
Guangyinghan's body also became twisted and unstable.
"That day!" Han's voice was filled with deep fear and anger, "The sky turned blood red without any warning!
The entire holy mountain shook violently, as if it was about to collapse! The originally pure white snowflakes turned into a sticky blood rain as they fell!
At the moment when this strange phenomenon occurred in heaven and earth... all the tribesmen!
Regardless of gender, age or status, horrific changes have occurred!"
The crystal ball reflected countless figures struggling in agony—their hair grew wildly, becoming thick and coarse, covering their entire bodies;
The body suddenly grew taller and swelled, with muscles knotted;
The skin became rough as gray iron, and was engraved with unknown inscriptions;
The face also distorted into animal features!
Isn't this a snow monster?
Hu Qing and Gu Yang instantly understood the origin of the forms of those Snow Clan warriors!