On the top of the mountain shrouded in clouds, stands a magnificent building that no one knows about, just like the temple on the top of Mount Olympus in Greek mythology.
There is a luxurious and exquisite hall in the temple. The tall vaulted ceiling is carved with beautiful patterns. The golden walls are decorated with various shapes of arched windows and decorative patterns. The huge crystal chandelier at the top illuminates the entire hall. Create an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
This is the headquarters of the Celestial Clan, and many decisions that can affect the direction of the world are born from here.
In the center of the hall, on a seat that was even more luxurious than the throne, sat an old man with white hair and beard. He held his cheek with one hand and closed his eyes tightly, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, he slowly opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction with his golden eyes. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers of space and time and capture what was happening in every corner of the world.
"well……"
After sighing softly, the old man slowly changed his sitting position and gently rubbed the golden armrest with his palms.
On the long marble table in the center, a large number of tiny light particles gradually emerged. These light particles converged on each seat, and finally condensed into illusory figures.
These illusory figures include men, women, old and young, all different in height, short and fat. When the phantoms gradually turn from virtual to real, everyone opens their eyes.
Compared with the lively gatherings before, at this moment, they no longer made any noise or noise, but sat in their seats and kept quiet in a tacit understanding.
There were also many vacancies in the seats that were originally overcrowded.
After the collapse of the World Tree, the Celestial Clan moved from behind the scenes to the front. Although the entire force has developed greatly, the top combat power has not been effectively supplemented because there are only so many real members of the Celestial Clan.
With the gradual recovery of the old gods, the wars between the Celestial Clan and the old gods have become more and more frequent. Although they have gained a large number of God's Hearts as a result, their numbers have also been reduced very frequently.
Every time the prophet called them together, a certain member would unfortunately die, and everyone was surprised at the beginning and gradually became accustomed to it.
Nowadays, in every gathering, the members of the Celestial Clan are no longer interested in joking, because they know very well that if the prophet suddenly calls everyone back, something must have happened to some unlucky guy.
"Prophet, who is it this time?"
Gospel took the initiative to ask. Compared with the solemn attitudes of others, his demeanor was quite relaxed.
The prophet slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and then replied: "It's the solstice."
The entire hall fell silent, and almost all members of the Celestial Clan showed shocked expressions.
Among the Celestial Clan, Zhi Dong's strength can be ranked in the middle and upper reaches, and she is one of the core members. There are not many who are stronger than her.
Moreover, she also abandoned her own body and controlled the container and part of the power of an old god in Eastern Europe. Her combat effectiveness has been improved to a higher level. Even if she faces a real god, she is sure to escape unscathed, not to mention that there is no old god at all. It has been restored to its heyday.
Such a powerful Zhidong actually died, and died so suddenly?
Gospel was stunned, Zhidong's face flashed in his mind, and he still vaguely remembered Zhidong's appearance when he threatened to kill himself.
He knew that Zhidong could really do it, but she would not really do it, because this pedantic and stubborn woman regarded all members as brothers and sisters.
The entire hall fell into a strange dead silence. Everyone seemed to have lost the ability to speak and sat blankly on their chairs.
“Guys, it’s sad to see Solstice pass.”
After a long time, Guangming, the elder brother, finally broke the silence and said in a sad tone: "Let us observe ten minutes of silence for this sacrificed sister."
This was a treatment that other sailing Celestials did not have, but no one objected because Zhi Dong's status was different.
Everyone closed their eyes, even the gospel that did not deal with Solstice.
After the ten minutes of silence, everyone recovered from the shocking news and gradually began to discuss.
The focus of the discussion is who killed Zhi Dong.
"Zhidong is fighting against the old god in charge of ice and snow in Eastern Europe. Could it be that he died in the hands of that old god?"
"She also said last time that she had the upper hand in the confrontation with the old gods."
"She said that she is looking for the remains of the God-Slayer. Maybe she died from the God-Slayer's power."
The members talked a lot, but no one proposed to avenge Zhidong, because Zhidong was very strong and could kill her people, and most of the gods were no match for her enemies, so why should they go and kill her?
The Celestials, who are stronger than Zhidong, each have a lot of things on their hands. Even if they put down what they are doing and run all the way to Eastern Europe, they may not be able to defeat their opponents.
What's more, today's Protoss has suffered serious attrition, and casualties will inevitably occur in the battles with the old gods. If they have to take revenge every time, then they don't have to do anything else.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little depressing and morale was even lower, Guangming encouraged him with a gentle voice: "Everyone, Zhi Dong's sacrifice is regrettable, but it is just a step forward to return to the embrace of our ancestors. We don't have to feel bad about this. Sad, when we resurrect our ancestors, win the War of God’s Choice, and purify the earth again, then all brothers and sisters will be reunited in heaven, why worry about the temporary separation?”
With his encouragement, everyone's original sadness and depression gradually disappeared.
The words of light speak to everyone's heart. The Celestial Clan is neither human nor old gods. They are the descendants of their ancestors. After death, they will definitely return to the arms of their ancestors and become one again. Therefore, every member of the Celestial Clan is not Will be afraid of death.
One member jokingly said to Gospel: "Gospel, now that Zhidong is dead and no one will trouble you anymore, are you relieved?"
Gospel smiled dullly: "How could that be? I have always been a very reasonable person, and I have a clear distinction between grudges and grievances. Although Zhi Dong can be quite stubborn at times, her sacrifice also makes me sad."
He is not a fool and will not jump out and make sarcastic remarks at this time to cause public outrage.
Unlike Yaoguang, Zhidong has a very broad network of people, and most of the Celestials have a good relationship with her.
Moreover, it was not that he was indifferent to Zhidong, he even had hidden thoughts in his heart that no one else knew about. Unfortunately, with the death of that stubborn woman, everything disappeared.
Guangming looked at Gospel and asked, "Gospel, have you found the specific location of the Fallen King? The matter is important, so don't be lazy."
"How dare I not do my best in what you have given me."
Gospel changed to a relaxed posture: "The investigation went well. I have determined the specific location of the underground royal city, but the guys from the Super Power Association have been interfering with me. This is a trouble you left behind before, and you have to solve it for me. .”
Guangming muttered: "I will arrange personnel to assist you."
Everyone gathered together and discussed the current situation before saying goodbye and leaving.
After all the members left, only the prophet sitting on the throne was left in the hall, and the light was left alone.
The prophet who was not involved in the discussion suddenly said: "Zhi Dong's soul has been sacrificed, and she will never be able to return to the embrace of her ancestors."
"I know."
Guangming said without looking back: "But what happened has already happened. Apart from destroying everyone's morale, what's the point of saying it? We will remember Zhidong's sacrifice."
"As long as it doesn't affect the resurrection, it's up to you."
"I made this decision to devote all my energy to fulfilling the last wish of my ancestors."
Guangming turned to look at the prophet: "How far away are you from the minimum conditions for resurrecting your ancestors?"
"There are still at least three hearts of gods missing."
"Three Hearts of God..."
Guangming pondered: "I will make my brothers and sisters work harder and resurrect our ancestors before all the old gods return to their peak power."
The prophet asked: "How far is your genetic project going? The ruins of the God-killer have been discovered one after another. The legendary great king who rivals the God-killer cannot be absent."
"I have made all preparations, just waiting for the gospel to find the fallen king and retrieve the genes of that great king."
Guangming slowly raised his head and looked at the statue behind the throne.
"After the ancestors are resurrected, we will win the God's Chosen War again. This time, there will be no betrayers and no spoilers. We can get rid of all the old gods, purify the entire world, and wait for the return of the Lord."
"maybe."
The prophet slowly closed his eyes and fell into sleep again.
…
After defeating Solstice, the most important thing is the ownership of the Hero's Arm.
According to the covenant, this arm belonged entirely to Xu Cheng, and Yin Lisabai had no intention of getting involved. In fact, if it weren't for dealing with Zhi Dong, she would have stayed away from the God-killer who was stained with the blood of the gods.
Everyone returned to the location of the hero's arm and entered the core range covered by strong light.
Looking at this bronze arm that made people unable to take their eyes away, everyone except Xu Cheng and Yin Lisabai subconsciously held their breath.
Especially Bai Yuelin and the other three, their eyes couldn't help but be attracted to this arm. The more they looked at it, the more fascinated they became, and they subconsciously wanted to walk over.
"Everyone, wake up."
Yin Lisabai suddenly spoke, her gentle voice was like cold water, which brought Bai Yuelin and the others back to their senses. They were suddenly covered in sweat and retreated repeatedly.
They just took a close look, but they were shocked and subconsciously wanted to get closer.
Xu Cheng's situation was actually similar. When he saw this arm, the desire in his heart boiled like boiling water, driving him to touch it.
He could clearly feel that there was some kind of consciousness remaining on this arm, trying to invade his spirit.
However, unlike before when he was forced to accept, Xu Cheng now has the power to refuse. As long as he is unwilling, this weak consciousness will not have any impact on him.
However, anyone can refuse, but Xu Cheng cannot, because he already has one arm. If he doesn't gather the other arm, he may live with the torture of obsessive-compulsive disorder for the rest of his life.
So, even if it is for obsessive-compulsive disorder, I have to get my arm back.
Xu Cheng stepped towards the hero's arm, and at the same time let go of his resistance, allowing this weak consciousness to invade his spirit.
